Some days, all you really need is to wake up late, eat a large breakfast, goof off, putter around the house, do some cleaning, play games, eat a hot dinner and laze around until bedtime.
I think everyone should get to enjoy a day like this, fairly regularly. Heck yeah.
“Karel, our printer’s doing something weird.”
Oh, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard that in my eight years here. Luckily, the guy who came to my door in this instance is one of those who isn’t prone to panicking over trivialities, so I dutifully followed him over to his workspace.
Hmm. The printer was spitting out solid black sheets of paper, edge to edge and top to bottom. I unplugged the print server and the printer itself to stem the black tide, and made an intuitive leap that the toner cartridge might have been damaged in some fashion.
While I was unplugging things, I noticed a nearly-empty coffee cup, with a lipstick stain on the rim, next to the printer. I frowned a bit at this, but paid it no more mind.
The obvious solution appeared to be, “replace the toner cart.” So I popped open the case, briefly noted the coffee stain on the inside of the chassis, frowned again, and reached for the cartridge.
Now, you don’t ordinarily reach into a printer and expect to pull away a wet hand, but that’s precisely what happened. Yes, folks, somebody managed to spill coffee deep inside the machine, enough to form puddles on the toner cart, and that’s why it’s incapable of printing correctly.
Gee. I wonder if this has anything to do with that lipstick-smeared nearly-empty cup of coffee. What do you think?
Two more sets of questions, two more sets of answers for your amusement.
Heather got there first, so here’s hers:
That busy lady, Lilith, finally came through with a set of questions as well:
Any other takers? Hmm? Am I going to have to come up with actual content tomorrow?
So far, response to yesterday’s meme has been… light.
Dawn asked,
Now, the roomie answered half of the meme but left out the questions. So I’m going to answer the sorts of questions that he might, as he put it, “blurt down the stairwell.”
(Heh. I’m so damned clever.)
UPDATE: Mari chimed in, bless her Imperially Cute heart.
So c’mon, what’s your excuse? Go on and give it a try; you know you want to.
Shortly after 6pm, from the east side of town, looking west towards downtown Portland and the West Hills, I was treated to an outstanding sunset. A beautifully layered cloud cover filled most of the sky, and through the gap to the west came all the gorgeously red sunlight you could want to light up the underneath of those clouds.
On the way home, fellow pedestrians were commenting on it. During the walk all I could think was, “Of all the days to leave my camera at home.”
Please, somebody, tell me you got that splendid vista on film or memory card…
Because the beloved did it, and because it’s kind of a neat one, here you go:
(A) Recommend to me:
1. a movie:
2. a book:
3. a musical artist, song, or album:
(B) Ask me three questions, no more, no less. Ask me anything you want and I will post the answers in a new entry.
(C) Copy and paste this meme to your blog/journal/thingie, allowing your friends (and random strangers) to ask you anything.
