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Beware The Ides of March
Which entailed popping plastic connecters off with a flathead screwdriver and yanking the wires. “Don’t worry about those connecters,” I told my girl, “Even if they’re sheared off, the wires’ll connect back snugly when I put this back together.”
“I believe you. You don’t have to convince me that you know what you’re doing,” she said.
“It isn’t you I’m trying to convince.”[read more at link] Continue reading
In Dying Color
It seems that on early model DLP TVs like mine, the color wheel is susceptible to having these magical digital ball bearings go bad, leading to a terrible shrieking noise. Thankfully, this is only a minor problem that all accounts indicate will pass just as soon as the color wheel explodes.[read more at link] Continue reading
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Stop Collaborating and Listen
Between the weather and the company, the only positive I can see to living in Utah is that the line at Starbucks is probably always short. Of course, entering it will require the raincoat-and-shades wardrobe of your average 1970’s urban pervert shopping for fisting porn, your vente cup will always smell like industrial hand sanitizer, and asking for it “very light” will mean that the well-scrubbed kid behind the counter only horks one lunger into it. [read more at link] Continue reading
Mea Culpa
“This Goddamned thing’s been malfunctioning for six months, you lazy bastard! That’s 180 days of being one flush away from having our second floor declared an EPA Superfund site! I don’t care if your sinuses are filled with the semen of Satan himself, you either fix this fucking thing or buy me a Goddamned litter box!” [read more at link] Continue reading
The Comedian Is Dead, or: I Can Has Dignitee, Kthx?
What? Quit looking so Goddamned shocked and betrayed. Everybody has something. David Berkowitz loved dogs, Charlie Manson was sweet on The Beatles, and I get a kick out of pictures of cats speaking broken English. The only difference is that when they tell me to do things, I rarely listen. Hardly ever. [read more at link] Continue reading
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