Kickstarting Central Air Number 37

I <3 Central Air

On Sunday I was over at my parent's house.  This is the Sunday dinner tradition that my mother started trying to do.  A wrench was thrown into this tradition when the work schedule where my Dad works started getting changed around.  After some dinner and light conversation, I start to leave.  Before I left, I notice something.

There was water flowing out of the medicine cabinet in the bathroom I was going to use.  My boyfriend-in-law had been working on the swamp cooler, and the line going to the swamp cooler sprung a leak.  This leak was leaking on the ceiling above my parent's bedroom and into the bathroom on the other side of the wall.

My boyfriend-in-law was called back to stop the leak.  He stopped the water, then left to get something to patch the hole in the line, all the while ignoring the water continuing to drip from the ceiling in my parent's bedroom.  Slowly the sheetrock started to sag and separate.

My Mom called my aunt and uncle.  My uncle is significantly more useful than my boyfriend-in-law.  As my uncle was inspecting the sheetrock above my parent's bedroom...

 

One panel sheetrock gave way, as did the insulation that was lying on top of it.

Eventually me and my uncle, not me and my boyfriend-in-law, got the dripping to stop and did clean up most of the insulation that fell.  I am still concerned that another sheetrock panel will give and I will have to clean up more insulation.  All this makes me thankful for something.

I have central air.  At the vast Hunter Red palatial estate and sexatorium, there is central air.  This means that there is not a swamp cooler sitting on the room of my place waiting to leak water, do damage, and cause things to fall down on top of my head.

AGR Kickstarter

A couple of weeks ago, I mocked Kickstarter.  Now, I am proud to say that I actually support somebody's campaign on Kickstarter.

All Games Radio needs capital to become the juggernaut of internet radio broadcasting that I know it can be.  It can get this capital from donations from people like you.  You don't have to give much.  How about $10?  Come on, I know you have $10.

Please, give to the All Games Radio Kickstarter.  If you don't, I will kill this puppy.

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A strange incident happened on Wednesday.  During a Los Angeles Angels game in Oakland on Wednesday, relief pitcher Scott Downs was assaulted in the bullpen by a fan who rushed him from the stands.

The man is identified as twenty-eight year old Bill Brennan.  When questioned by police, Mr. Brennan was only found to be saying, "Thirty-seven.  Thirty-seven.  That number haunts me.  It haunts me like a curse!  Thirty-seven.  Thirty-seven!  I must eliminate thirty-seven!  Thirty-seven.  Thirty-seven."

When a search of Bill Brennan's apartment was executed, among the items found were a TV, a computer, a refrigerator full of beer, a small collection of porn, and a copy of Diablo III.

It Begins

There is a story.  A story of pain, a story of loss, a story of unspeakable horrors, a story that has not been given it's proper attention.  Some are ignoring this story.  Some are unaware of this story.  Some know of this story but are complicit in it's darkness.  This is a story that must be told.  Told so that the good can stop it and the bad can feel shame for it.  This is Volume 11

The new book by Hunter Red, Volume 11.  Available now on Kindle, Nook, and in a physical form.  Donate to the All Games Radio Kickstarter, then see if you have some money for Volume 11.  If you don't, I will kill this puppy.