I picked up Grand Theft Auto 5 maybe two years ago now? Three? I enjoy driving around listening to the goofy talk radio.
Unfortunately, the idea is to follow a directed mission, I got stuck at the part where I am supposed to jump from a moving vehicle onto a boat that is being towed and the driver seems intent on not allowing me to complete this task, ludicrous as it is in the first place.
So I haven’t played it for some time. I got to thinking about it, normally I am not a big fan of cheat codes, but then again I’m getting older and my reflexes aren’t what they were. So it was either that or suffer the humiliation of asking my son to be a stunt double of sorts, which he would surely lord over me for a mighty long time.
I found what looks like a pretty good set of cheats at this page
I am going to try it tomorrow because Teresa wants me to go in the living room and watch “That Girl” and “Green Acres” with her.
We have eclectic interests.
I think the lady has been sampling the “Barrel of Fun” assortment.
We have this free service from the post office that emails you scans of what you are going to get in the mail that day. I look at it first thing in the morning.
I am thinking about canceling that service.
Why? Because this morning it showed we were getting letters from the IRS. So I fretted about that all morning. Turned out it was just a bill for $8.47 interest, stemming from amended taxes for the previous year.
I was so happy, I drew smiley faces and little hearts on the check, and sprayed it with Teresa’s perfume.
There is no way I am taking a dozen rugrats to the buffet, I don’t care if I can feed them for ten bucks.
I found this little roadrunner novelty souvenir at a thrift store a while back.
He’s a cute little guy… just a little roadrunner doll, made in Japan. At least, I hope it’s just a doll. I can’t imagine capturing and going through whatever the taxidermy process is on a baby roadrunner, would be economical.
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I am not sure why this paragraph bothers me, it seems to be grammatically correct, yet it can give the wrong impression at first glance;
” “Doug!” scolded Patty Martin, mother to the park’s unofficial mayor, a French bulldog named Louie, and wife to the head of gastroenterology at Washington Hospital Center. She, too, thought the complainers were being selfish. “
This is from an article about yet another squabble about barking dogs. It’s newsworthy because rich people are involved.Dog Park Divides the Rich and Powerful
We went to the Evergreen State Fair in Monroe on Friday. If you have ever been to the fair, well there you are. Nothing is really different.
As expected, everything was overpriced. (Nine bucks for an elephant ear!! Are they using real elephants??)
We did enjoy visiting the critters and the various judged exhibits. I got a BLT from the everything bacon joint but got my Pepsi elsewhere, because I don’t care for bacon-flavored soda. Fortunately, it was not anywhere near the swine exhibits; and the wind wasn’t blowing that way.
For me, the highlight was the corn on the cob. I wonder if they have some secret farm mom recipe for preparing it? I was tempted to have two!
It was a pleasant day, and we got a great deal on an 8 person Jacuzzi spa. Tall cowboy guy tipped me off.
We saw this alligator at the Reptile Zoo up in Gold Bar, and you can tell by the look on his snout, he is retired. I don’t know if he gets a pension though, or just eats pensioners.
We were shuffling down the Walk of Stars in Hollywood a few days ago, and I came across these;
Mister Rogers and… Sarah Silverman? I love them both, but worlds are colliding here. The only connection I can think of, is they both visit the land of make believe.
A tour guide said there were 2600+ stars on these sidewalks, I don’t know if that includes the blank ones. They install them completely randomly.