Aquarium hint of the day

Blogger's back.  It was down, so this entry was delayed, and will be shortened because work calls.

Snow is predicted for today; the only thing falling from the skies here is rain with an occasionally large flake that melts before it hits the ground.

Because direct sunlight hits my tank for several hours a day during the fall and winter, I have algae.  Since my tank is acrylic, I need to be cautious as to just what I use to clean the sides.  The solution, it turns out was right at hand, a plastic putty knife purchased 98 cents at  Home Depot.  The plastic is softer than the acrylic, but has a strong enough edge to scrape off the algae.  That's my aquarium hint for the day.

Of course, the Electoral College meets to day to confirm the election of Joe Biden.  Not surprisingly, there are members of the GOP, those who no doubt used a blood oath to sell their souls to the Idiot Jerk in the White, are still lying about the truth.  What is interesting is the fact that many of them seem to be in some sort of legal bind, especially the AG from Texas, Ken Paxton.  You can bet his ultimate goal is not to overthrow the election, rather he is more interested in getting a pre-emptive pardon from the Idiot Jerk.  Crooks and Cronies, as is historically the case with tinfoil dictators, are the ones who tend to benefit.

And now, I've got to get ready for work.  Fun stuff!

 

Of paint and plastic people

Yesterday was not a banner day for paint sales, not bad, but not great; by 4 PM we were just selling random gallons to random customers.  This doesn't mean we were without incident.  A little after 6 a couple came to the desk.  They had an old can and wanted another one, no problem.  She, however, had a picture of a color she wanted on her phone.  That we can't do.  Of course, she was not happy.  "Other places can scan the phone," she said, pouting her augmented lips.  Oh, yes, she'd had injections, and it was obvious.  I was going to explain to her how you can not scan a phone because the reflection from the screen eliminates the refraction needed to identify colors, but before I could she rolled her eyes and said, heaving her overly large bosoms, "well, I guess I'm not going to be able to finish my project today."  As she sniffed, I noticed that she'd had her nose whittled down until it looked like a tiny, round button.  I apologized and explained in simple terms the problems with cell phone pictures and, once again, the bosoms heaved.  If I was supposed to feel sorry, I didn't... well, in a way, I mean I did feel sorry she had felt it necessary to spend all that money trying to look like Barbie.

When she and her male companion had finally left the desk, one of my female associates turned to me and said, "can you believe how big those fake boobs were?  They were about as attractive as water balloons with cigar butt nipples," (she doesn't mince her words, does she?).  And, of course, I had to agree.  Plastic people, you know?  They will keep working on it until they get it right, unfortunately for them, they don't understand they will never get it right.