You know, given the mania for all-things-Twilight this past few years, you’d think that sales of ELO’s “Time” album would’ve picked up at some point…
Author: Karel Kerezman
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Ninety-eight Percent Better
It’s astonishing how much better one’s outlook on life becomes when you realize you’re almost fully recovered from an illness, no matter how minor, on a day in which sunshine and moderately warm temperatures can be enjoyed, however briefly.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled broadcast duck. Er, day.
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The Best Part Of Waking Up
You know, there’s nothing quite like a vivid dream that you woke up an hour late for work, right before your alarm goes off.
I’m already un-fond of mid-March as it is (given being ill this year, on top of trying not to think about what happened four years ago), this isn’t helping. Argh.
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The Birthday That Was
My birthday celebration was stretched over several days…
- On Friday, Lil’ took me on a trip to the Beaverton Powell’s store; I came home with several books and the yin/yang devil ducky.
- On Saturday, Kylanath and Erica gave me cards and ducks (two more from the pastel Bath & Body Works line) and a sweater. Also? We ate… this delightful confection that Kylanath put together for me (and that Erica had way too much fun beheading, hmm…):
- Later on Saturday, I bought a new pair of shoes. They’d better last a long while; Doc Martens charges a pretty penny. Still, they’re incredibly comfortable and they’ve got to be more durable than the “cheap” ($50+) shoes I’ve been buying at Fred Meyer lately…
- On Sunday, well, that day mostly consisted of vegging out and doing laundry and playing games. Nothing to complain about, really.
- On the day itself? I got up early, went to work, and received the traditional signed-by-the-office-staff birthday card. Oh, and The Roomie foraged some grub so I didn’t end up just making a sandwich for dinner tonight (on account of being too brain-fried to put any kind of effort into food preparations).
All in all? My entry into “being 38” didn’t go too badly, no, not too badly at all…
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Nearly 38
Man, I can’t even get the hang of posting every Monday, apparently. I was doing good at that for a while, but you can see that I fell off of that particular wagon, too…
My birthday’s in a few days. I took yesterday off partly as a birthday present to myself (the day itself is Monday, but Kylanath couldn’t get that day off, I couldn’t get today off, so yesterday was the best I could do) and partly to recover from the intensely horrid stretch of work, and partly to enjoy City of Heroes’ double-XP “weekend”.
I have writing to do, here, and some good habits to reestablish. (It’s stupid to try to “break bad habits,” I think, and smarter to replace them with good habits, since I only have so much time in the day I figure the new will replace the old, or something. I’m quite mentally worn out, so maybe I’m blowing smoke up my own backside. Time will tell.)
So. Let’s see if I can manage my 38th year better than I managed my 37th.
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Double Mocha Qwerty
I thought I’d left these calls behind me for good when I was dumped from my old job…
“Hi, my keyboard doesn’t work.”
“Really.”
“Yeah, see, I spilled my coffee on it.”
“Yep, that’s why it doesn’t work.”
“How can I fix it?”
“You can’t. You got coffee in your keyboard.”
“But I dried it out!”
“It died the moment the coffee hit it, I’m afraid.”
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Are you sure?”
“Really sure.”
“But I liked that keyboard…”
What’s worse, she’d snagged some other keyboard (I shudder to guess from where) and plugged it in without powering down the PC first, and the “new” keyboard isn’t USB, so… she damned near fried the computer’s keyboard connector, never mind the whole motherboard of the PC. So far so good, though: Rebooting got the “new” keyboard working, though not before the client could regale me with five more minutes’ worth of “I’m not a computer person” and “I wish you could make my old keyboard work.”
Sigh. Oh well, you take the bad with the good, right?
