In an unfortunate turn of the Luck Plane, we forgot the special paper tickets for Dock Ellis night and ended up just watching the game.
So twice now we went to the sportsball and entered The Park through the Team Store, and both times we went to our seats and watched The Game without ever having our virtual tickets Scanned. One time they asked to see Tickets upon entering the Store, but any old screen shot would have sufficed. Quoth the Attendant, They will Scan it Inside.
Not sayin' you could just walk into a game, but we just walked right on in to those two.
Credit where due, the algorithm nailed it. Surely the Luck Plane was involved.
We put a chuck roast in the big sous vide bag with a jar of verde and let it rip for 36 hours before finishing it with the dab torch.
Today I wasted several minutes thinking about some events in the past. Not just thinking about those events but being upset about them, as if being upset would grant me the ability to change the events.
Well, that's just telling myself a lie. I'm not against telling myself a lie, I'm against telling myself a cruel, stupid lie. I should tell myself AWESOME lies.
Letting those events go, or re-writing them via SubGenius Memory Editing, that is the way forward.
My True Yeti Mate, who knew to buy the electric eyeballs at Goodwill without me there, is even more OCD than me, and when she laughed, I stopped adjusting the eyeballs. They're pointed where they're pointed.
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