A while back I mixed Nesquik and Carnation malted milk, and had a great chocolate malted milk. Recently I decided to pick up some malt powder, and realized that Nestlé owns Carnation, and was now selling Chocalate Malted Milk powder.
I bought some.
It is good.
It is, I might be tempted to say, TOO good.
In fact, as soon as I finish typing this, I’m going to go upstairs and have yet another glass, and it will be GONE.
–Howard
Driving past a new subdivision in Lehi today, I saw a billboard with a short list of people with money problems who could be helped, presumably, by this developer and his generous lenders.
Bad Credit O.K.
Me: hey, that’s nice of them.
Bankruptcy O.K.
Me: Wow… that’s REALLY nice. And maybe fiscally irresponsible.
Self-Employed O.K.
Me: Hang on… *I* am self-employed. How is that possibly worse than BANKRUPTCY!?!?
And now, every time I drive past that billboard, I realize that I’m being subtly insulted. Rest assured, even if I were in the market for a new home, I’d not be considering one in that development. It’s going to be full of bad-credit, bankrupt, self-employed low-lifes.
–Howard
I got this note yesterday in a Paypal donation:
Your Schlock helped keep me sane through my long stay at the South Pole Station. Thanx.
I emailed the donor back to ask, in essence, “are you serious?” I got this reply this morning.
Yup, a year and a day at Amunsun-Scott South Pole Station. Most of time there were no flights in or out. But for a little bit each day we had a satellite connection for web and phone access. Kinda nice to have something to look forward to each day on the web.
So, add an extra continent to the tally of where Schlock is read. Keep up the great work. And stay cool.
He tells ME to stay cool!? This guy was reading my comic IN ANTARCTICA. Incidentally, according to the survey, that puts Schlock readers on all seven continents.
–Howard
I got that nap I wasn’t told I couldn’t have. I was out for 2 hours and 15 minutes, and awoke with a seriously fuzzy ability to discern between “real” and “imagined.” That’s how you can tell a nap was a really good one — when your brain has to bootstrap at wake-up time, because everything it had cached, paused, or suspended is suddenly suspect.
You know how, on older, slower machines with too many utilities installed, Windows LOOKS like it’s loaded, but the apps you want to run still have to wait for other stuff to load? That’s how my brain is right now. There are still things loading into headspace as I’m trying to write, and the cranial tools I need for parsing words (and coming up with things like “headspace” and “cranial”) are starved for processing cycles.
I figure that if I wait long enough my head will be clear, but about that time the screensaver will probably kick in and