Master Phruby

Get outa here Kids!  Yay!  Beat it punks!

Yes, yes it is.

That's the song I was going to post! 

Great minds think alike.

Well,  I've still got my Count Chocula...Close enough?

I kept just the box of Spooky Froot Loops with Marshmallows once. I still have it.

No Scary Fruit Loops, but I still have this unopened from a few years back.  ?

Stay safe!

Indeed..

I hope everything's OK Master Phruby.

I haven't been to Disneyland in... eight, maybe nine years?

Good clam chowder sourdough bowls in New Orleans square though.

Great idea!  Covid cases are doing wonderful, setting all kinds of new records for daily infection everywhere things are re-opening and people are gathering in groups.  I'm sure it's just a coincidence however.  Everyone needs to get out and spread those germs as far and wide as possible!

That looks so 80s Sci-Fi to me 

Idiots have been shooting them off before July even started. I could understand people wanting to shoot them off on July 4, but June 30? It's stupid. And it scares my dog just so people can go "ooh, shiny things!"

A.) Virus, don't leave the house.

B.) Illegal here.

The founding fathers wanted us to celebrate, to drink beer and blow shit up!  Time to be patriotic...The city is putting on one, actually, but no one allowed in the stands...Just drive wherever, or ride your bike,  and look up!

That said, I've been hearing them for days now (And maybe small arms fire from the base)...I live a mile or 2 from an Air Force Base...

2 days ago I delivered food to workers at 1 of the 4 Fireworks stores out at the Bison ranch and it was madness...Every one of them had full parking lots, crowds of people, lots of Colorado plates where they don't sell them...And this was about 6PM on a Thursday...

love Phineas & Ferb!

Also, just because I'm a bad guy doesn't mean I'm a bad guy. [Wreck It Ralph]

" I relate to you, Ralph. When I hit bottom, I was crushing man's skull like sparrow's egg, between my thighs... and I think, why you have to be so bad, Zangief? Why can't you be more like good guy? Then I have moment of clarity... if Zangief is good guy, who will crush man's skull like sparrow's eggs between thighs? And I say, Zangief you are bad guy, but this does not mean you are *bad* guy. "

Canceled due to weather. 

My son and his friends have been setting up Lego Star Wars dioramas as a surprise for a class Zoom meeting they have this afternoon.

May the 4th is the day I try to get my collection of old Star Wars games to work on my modern PC.

I'd rather sit through Last Jedi & Episode 1 again....

I've found most things I've been ordering from Amazon lately have beaten their estimated ship dates.

I'm sure all the striking...I mean fired workers will be pleased about that bit of news...

Oder a Kindle and ask Amazon if the packing paper is flushable

(True story)   I actually did freak out when the shortage started (Seems almost over now, though) and I ordered TP from Amazon.   Lessee, I ordered it March 15th and it should be here on April 24th...So about 11 days from now.  Hmmmm....

None, continuing with almost exactly the same eating as before.  Intermittent fasting 16-20h/day, tracking calories, etc. I haven't been able to go to the gym at all, so I've been running more and more consistently than before so that's probably brought weight down a little bit.  Hard to say after only a few weeks, there's a lot of fluctuation day-to-day.

No weight gain or loss.  I have been wearing a steptracker since November, and always make sure to get at least 8000 steps a day in, although lately I've been averaging 10000.  I've also kept an eye on what I'm eating, and that hasn't changed much at all.

Where I live there is no "shelter in place" type order, but folks are asked to stay home and avoid others.  The slogan is "Stay Active but Stay Apart", and folks are told if you need to get outside for a walk or bike ride, make sure to stay a minimum of 2 meters from anyone else, and more if possible.

About 5 or so pounds since I can't do my daily walk.  I mean I *could* go walking in my neighborhood but there are too many people out there and since I'm working from home I'm not feeling the need to get away from my desk like I do at work.

I'm never in the mood for April Fools' Day jokes.  It's my least-favorite holiday of the year, with the possible exception of Valentine's Day.

Is the news item I just read about an upcoming Pong RPG an April Fool joke? 

It looks like debug code, but it's actually an encrypted message, which can only be decrypted with the super-secret AtariAge Decoder Ring.

@jaybird3rd - Shush, goddammit! Do you really want to be thrown out of Albert's masonic lodge?

There was a topic "Encryption on Atari 8Bit computers" in the relevant forum and now Albert shows an example on the main page. Of course you need an A8 to decrypt this message...

You have to master Star Raiders 1 and 2 in the highest difficulty! And send screenshots to the president to impress him.

Easy - you just have to do the Kessel run in under 12 parsecs.

But Parsecs are distance not time, oh nevermind, (Actually I loved the way the Star Wars Universe legitimized this by referring to it again as a new unit of,...Ah,  scratch that) ...I mean it is under the jurisdiction of the Air Force, wait that is far too serious of an answer...What I was actually gonna say is there's a game like in The Last Starfighter...Find it in your trailer park and they'll come to you!!

(Success!...I was so torn earlier...Feeling tripolar today)...   Hey, maybe the game is Star Raiders!...Dunno

One day, in the midst of the Peruvian jungle, an intrepid explorer called Mac found, on a log, a very small, squishy, red bird with lots more legs than you would normally expect for a bird. Now, Mac had never seen anything like this animal before, and so, taking care in case it was poisonous, he carefully put the bird into a small matchbox that he had.

He was so excited about his find that he decided to return to Ireland immediately. So he started the long trek back through the jungle to the river, as the first step towards going home.

After a couple of days of struggling through the jungle, Mac noticed that his little red squishy bird with lots of legs had got larger. In fact, it seemed to be about twice as large as it had been when he caught it, but he decided that it probably wouldn’t get any larger.

After hacking his way through more of the jungle on his way back to the river, Mac noticed that the little red squishy bird with lots of legs was now much larger and featherier than it had been before, and was now almost completely filling the matchbox that he’d put it in, so he carefully took the little red feathery bird with lots of legs out of the matchbox, and put it into an empty tobacco tin that he’d just finished, and carried on working his way towards the river.

On the day that he reached the river, Mac found that the little red feathery bird with lots of legs was larger again, and would need a larger container soon, if it kept on growing. Luckily, he had a small carton which had contained food, and so he carefully took the little red feathery bird with lots of legs out of the tobacco tin, and put it into the food carton. Mac then built himself a raft, and started sculling down-river, back to civilisation.

The little red feathery bird with lots of legs kept growing, and after a few days on the river, it was getting too big to keep in the food carton, so Mac had to empty out his last remaining cardboard box of supplies, and put the little red feathery bird with lots of legs into the cardboard box, and he kept on sculling down the river.

Eventually, of course, Mac reached civilisation. By this time, the red feathery bird with lots of legs had grown until it was almost filling the cardboard box that he’d put it in on the river. Not wanting to waste any time, he immediately booked passage back to Ireland, with the red feathery bird with lots of legs, so that he could have it examined by the experts back in Ireland.

So that the ship’s captain would accept it, Mac had to put the red feathery bird with lots of legs into some sort of cage or box. He decided that the best thing to put it into would be an old tea-chest, of which the shipping company had many for packing small quantities of goods, so Mac took the red feathery bird with lots of legs out of its cardboard box and put it into the tea chest.

Now, sea voyages aren’t very quick, and so the journey took a couple of weeks. During this time, the red feathery bird with lots of legs kept growing, nearly forcing its way out of the tea-chest. After consulting with the captain, Mac decided to empty one of the larger packing crates and to put the red feathery bird with lots of legs into that instead of the tea-chest.

By the time they got to Ireland, the red squishy thing with lots of legs had grown bigger again, and was nearly too big to fit into the packing crate. With a sigh of relief, the captain saw it being lifted off his ship, and onto the quayside, where Mac met with a group of experts from Dublin Zoo and from the Natural History Museum from London.

The experts all looked at the big red feathery bird with lots of legs, and ummed and erred over it, and eventually concluded that none of them had seen anything like it before, but they all took pictures of the big red feathery bird with legs, and wrote out descriptions, and went away to see if they could find anyone who knew about it.

Mac didn’t know what to do with the big red feathery bird with lots of legs, so he hired a storage unit at the dockside, and moved it out of the packing crate into the storage unit, because by now it was getting a bit too big for the packing crate.

After a few days, Mac received a phone call:

`Mac speaking.’

`Hello, Mac, this is Professor Emetriusolous of the Natural History Museum in London. We’ve been looking over our records, and we think we know what your big red feathery bird with lots of legs is.’

`Yes, and what is it?

`Well, we’ve only got records of one other creature like this being found, and that one was blue, not red, but we think it’s the same species. It’s called a rary, and as far as we can tell, it’s never going to stop growing. The only thing you can do now is to kill it.’

`Kill it? How? We can’t starve it to death — I haven’t fed it since I found it. It just keeps on growing!’

`Well, rary’s are very tough creatures. The only way you can kill a rary is to tip it off the top of a very high cliff.’

`Off a very high cliff?’

`Yes.’

`Well, thank you, Professor.’

So, Mac chartered a cargo ship to take the rary to the cliffs of Moher (The bird was far to big to be carried by road by this time). Before they set off, they moved the rary into the largest shipping container they could find for the voyage.

Despite this attempt to keep it contained, the rary grew too large for the shipping container, and by the time they passed Cork, the container was bulging, and even before they saw the entrance to the Shannon, the rary had burst out of the container, and was sitting on the foredeck of the ship.

The rary kept growing, and after rounding the southern tip of Kilkee, the rary was large enough to cause problems on deck. By the time they reached Galway, the rary had taken up all of the available space on the deck of the ship. However, they had radioed ahead, and had people ready at the dockside to push the rary off the ship onto the land.

Mac hired many Mercedes trucks to drag the rary across the countryside to the foothills of the cliffs of Moher. He then hired hundreds of local farmers to drag the rary to the top of the cliffs.

Just as they were about to tip the bird off the top of the cliffs,  Mac saw that it was shaking all over. Being intrigued as to why, he walked around to the front of the rary, and said, `What are you shaking like that for?’

The rary replied, `I’m scared!’

`Why are you scared?’

`Well, it’s a long way to tip a rary.’

OMG!

PETA disagrees, pulling a pork around by the tail, might even get you arrested.

What about pushing pork?

Only if you are Kermit the Frog.

What's "threaded"?

I looked it up. It's not as extreme as it sounds. I thought maybe it was a piercing made from thread that went in and out of your skin to cover the eyebrow.

Instead it's just a shaping technique that's supposed to be less painful than waxing. I mean, I guess it depends on your job, but if you have to look meticulous, then I guess it's fine? Or if you're a super-hairy beast who needs to look human. 

Forget that. Once you get your eyelids pierced with little bells on them, nobody will be looking at your eyebrows. With around 10 little bells on each eye clanging every time you blink, you'll be the talk of the town.

Sure, only AtariAge members in good standing though!  

It'll be OK...Life has a remedy  (Raises Glass)  ?

Maybe a new set of Whisks so Malla can STIR-WHIP-STIR-WHIP-WHIP-WHIP-STIR!

Power washer for the Falcon interior. 

A talking Han Solo mask