Yes, We Have No Bananas...

... for we are decidedly short on motivation and our left arm is throbbing.  In re: the left arm... we got our flu shot today, nuff said about THAT, I suppose, except this year's vaccine stung a lot goin' in and hurts like hell several hours later.  I'm such a wimp...

I got that flu shot because I had to whip by the RGH clinic earlier today to get a scrip renewed, seein' as how I ran afoul of the USAF pharmacy's one-year expiration date on prescriptions.  I was gonna go out to Cannon and pick up this month's meds... but nooo: I was denied a phone-in refill.  I have one refill left on the current scrip but can't refill it due to the expiration date; sumthin's wrong with this picture, methinks.  So, the planned excursion over to The Big(ger) City™ and then on to Cannon has been put off until tomorrow.  That screwed up my entire day and contributed in no small part to my general disaffection with "things" as we know them.

We went looking for blog-fodder and came up empty there, as well.  The Usual Source's political cartoons are pretty lame and there aren't any interesting cat videos on the Tube O' You, and for that you should be grateful, Gentle Reader.  That said, I DID find this lil gem from NWA which might cross over into the realm of TMI... unless you've had the opportunity to encounter what we euphemistically called "bomb-sight toilets" back in the day.  Without further ado...

I never thought I'd see the day when someone, anyone, would wax rhapsodic about bomb-sights.  I tolerated them when I was out of the good ol' USofA in the way-back, mainly coz when ya gotta go, ya gotta GO.  But generally speaking?  I'm Western, through and through.  You can keep your Third-World toilets, thankyaverymuch.