Come discuss things with me on my run down bench

To no one's surprise, I was wrong on two counts in that last blog.  One was the fact that my alarm clock was broken.  It is not, and will continue to serve me well into it's 10 anniversary of us being together.  Second, is that I am able to master the machine in a sleepy stupor.  Wrong, if I were legitimately able to do so, I would have noticed the alarm set to PM as opposed to AM and thus not going off.  Well, whatever.

I really haven't had much to talk about other than alarm clocks today?  What's that you say?  I never talk about anything of value anyways?  Touche. 

By the way, one of the things that I absolutely love is a poor text to speech program, where you can just type in whatever you like and the program spits it out for you in a garbled, mechanical voice that mispronounced every syllable.  I used to have a thing on my computer named Bonzi Buddy.  He was a purple monkey that was able to do this.  It was hilarious, to me anyways.  You used to have to spell words uber-phonetically just to get them said correctly.  Otherwise how would we know how much pee niss Joe likes?