Short clips due to dead batteries.
New phone, but the case makes noise. I can’t make podcasts with it because of the noise.
I’ve been using an iPhone 11 to record podcast episodes, but it got lost in the Trashy Buick.
The 1998 Buick LeSabre is a piece of trash car. Everything plastic is broken.
Trashing Tennessee ...again by the way of discussing human nature.
Some people move here for political reasons.
I put in some used Alkaline batteries I bought months ago.
Continued discussion about a guy I met online.
Meth is not only bad for the people who use it, but the people who are around meth houses.
I’m ready to leave this horrible place and mostly due to its culture.
People here are inflicted by the Tennessee Disease and it is spreading.
It makes you wonder how people who are generally well-meaning believe in stupid crap like Q-Anon.
The recorder lasts quite a while on ‘dead’ batteries, but as soon as I said that, the recorder stopped working.
I’m going to attempt to find my rechargeable batteries after class.
The professor for my art class is absent, so I don’t know if I need to show up.
Laundry: I’m drying my clothes on low heat so my clothes don’t burn up.
Vintage commercials and various throwback radio imaging
More Trashy Buick problems.
I’m convinced that General Motors makes the worst domestic vehicles. To wit: the door unlocks wrong.
I put in more batteries in that have two of three bars on the battery meter.
People keep changing things, but isn’t improved.
This city’s traffic signal suck.
It is beginning to be impossible to do a podcast segment while driving on the street.
Complaining about the City’s contractor. Every job I have been on they screw up everything.
People who program traffic lights here can’t do anything right, let alone program traffic signals.
Windy weather because it’s getting closer to Winter.
Lazy people driving on the sidewalk because they can’t get wet. Plant Operations saw this and installed a big metal post to prevent people from driving on the sidewalk.
Sign in the hallway at the college: Turn your prescriptions drugs in for chicken nuggets.
At the storage unit looking for rechargeable batteries.
I borrowed batteries from the blood pressure machine.
I made it through 10 storage bins and I still haven’t found the batteries or the charger. Ten is only a little more than a third of the bins I have.
Still at the storage unit, but I’ve gave up on finding the charger and batteries.
Reorganizing stuff in the storage unit.
I gathered a lot of stuff from the storage unit for selling it on eBay.
I already have a lot of stuff from previous visits to the storage unit to sell, but I brought more over.
The driver side door power lock and door switch is broken because, well, it’s a General Motors product from the 1990s.
I talk about the 1990 Ford Ranger I had, which is just as bad but with different things.
This entire state is full of slow pokes and I get trapped for long periods of time waiting for traffic to clear enough so I can pull out. I have to wait a long time and I get mad at these morons who can’t drive. You’ll hear the 3.8 liter V-6 revving to near red line just so I can get out.
Wal-Mart is full of people (they are suppose to be at work).
