Yesterday started out to be a good day. Tracey didn’t have to be at work until noon so we went for a late breakfast. We had plenty of time to chat for a bit before she left for work. It was raining hard and storming but we didn’t get too wet. When Jake and I got home we discovered the power was out. That was a bummer and the beginning of the no good, very bad part of my day. So the first thing I did was find a flashlight so I could go pee because our bathroom has no window. I know, guys can sit down too, but it’s more fun to pee by flashlight. So what else to do but take a nap?
The power came back on around 1:30 and I started setting clocks and turning things back on when I discovered my computer wouldn’t start. Oh NO! I fussed with it a bit and no joy. So I used Tracey’s computer and did some Internets surfing and the diagnosis appeared to be one of three likely things ... power supply, power button, motherboard ... and the lead candidate was power supply. Poop. So next I called computer wizard son Noah who agreed basically with my prognosis and suggested I borrow Ben’s volt / ohm meter (I didn’t even know he HAD one!). Rather than risk electrocuting myself poking around with a meter I decided to use a power supply from the computer graveyard in the basement. Investigation proved out of 4 senile computers all have power units which don’t produce enough wattage. After umpteen calls I found Staples in Pekin had one on sale so off I went and by 6:00 I had swapped out power supplies (with technical help from Noah) and (manual labor from Aaron who has longer, skinnier fingers to attach cable). I put all the covers back on and hooked all the hook ups and VOILA! It didn’t work. Then I discovered the new power supply has it’s own switch and VOILA! It worked! As you can see.
So by then I was starving and my blood sugar was in the basement so I ate too much for supper and felt sick the rest of the night and went to bed early.
I had the TV on yesterday while I was yelling at my broken computer and overheard some snips and bits about Hillarity Clintoon somehow invoking the assassination of Bobby Kennedy in her latest attempt to justify her refusal to accept defeat and move on. So I paid a little more attention and from what I gathered the pundits were all in a dither about what exactly she meant by saying what she said. I don’t know what she meant either but it sounded so weird and my next thought was this: What if she were President (with a capital P) and she started mumbling about the past assassination of some other world leader ... what would our friends, neighbors and enemies think of that. Regardless of what she meant ... do we want the leader of the free world using the word assassination in any kind of discussion or argument. Creepy.
Fundamentalist Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints mothers including Esther Jessop Barlow, left, and Monica Sue Jessop, right, each with five children in custody, smile as they leave the Tom Green County courthouse after hearing news of a court ruling in their favor in San Angelo, Texas, Thursday, May 22, 2008. An Austin, Texas, appeals court ruled that the state had no cause to take their children.
A pianist was hired to play background music for a movie. When it was completed he asked when and where he could see the picture. The producer sheepishly confessed that it was actually a porno film and it was due out in a month.
A month later, the musician went to a porno theatre to see it. With his collar up and dark glasses on, he took a seat in the back row, next to a couple who also seemed to be in disguise.
The movie was even raunchier than he had feared, featuring group sex, S/M and even a dog.
After a while, the embarrassed pianist turned to the couple and said, “I’m only here to listen to the music.”
“Yeah?” replied the man. “We’re only here to see our dog.”
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