10 for 10

I think I am 10 for 10 now.

 That means 10 things (electronics or their associates that I have destroyed or somehow tripped up) in 10 days.

Yesterday I took out the turn signals in my car. I got in and they were gone. Not so good. I took out the radio a few days prior. I also put the final nail in my husband’s sattelite radio receiver over the weekend. My laptop, however, seems to be stable again. I’m not working on it though as I don’t fully trust it. Plus, once you have a huge monitor and surround sound, you can’t go back. Continuing along…the router had to be replaced. Dreamweaver is still glitching on me, but I mostly have my website up and going.

Speaking of breaking things, as I have been posting my archive blog postings, I have been sort of skimming them. This has sort of made me realise that I have trashed an awful lot of things over the year. I am hard on stuff. And I don’t mean to. I try to be gentle. Things just break. What’s a girl to do? I seriously considered finding a cliff for my car to ‘ooops’ slide over last night. (Not with me in it of course.) But I guess that this weekend I get to spend my time tinkering and fixing all the little things I’ve broken on the car lately. Either that or do taxes.

Coincidental?

Mystery of the Day: Was it coincidental?

After doing some online banking and preparing to enter a writing contest, my laptop had a fatal seizure.

Was is coincidental, or did I simply let the lightning out of my eyes again?

A Memorial Service: Mondays in February Have Always Sucked

A memorial service will be held at the Alberta Electronics Recycling Depot for Jean’s beloved Compaq Presario Laptop on February 11th, 2008.

Compaq was a beloved member of the Oram computer family. Compaq leaves behind his spouse, Toshiba laptop, several years his senior, and two young children HP desktop and HP laptop. Compaq, although having fan and heat sync issues early in life, was able to overcome his health hardships due to the success of a warranty transplant program. Compaq went on to have several manuscripts typed on his keyboard, many webpages created, thousands of emails exchanged and many wonderful images enjoyed on his glossy high resolution screen.

Compaq, although a heavy guy weighing in at 8.8lbs, was until today, a computer that just wouldn’t quit. There was nothing that he could not do. As a desktop replacement, he had a large, glossy screen that was a pleasure to look at. He had a great memory and could really ram things. He was quick to start up and just as quick to shut down. He loved to surf as well as to travel.

Sadly, this morning Compaq experienced mild screen problems that progressed quickly. Although files were immediately backed up at the first sign of problems, a full recovery was not possible and Compaq was soon reduced to nothing more than a large paperweight. Support was called online, but according to Stuart B, “You have contacted the US Help Line, please contact the Canada Help Line and purchase a new Video Card.”

Due to the inability to locate a video card through transplant services, Compaq is unable speak or see and therefore attempts at resuscitation were abandoned despite the attendance of the family’s techie. He was stuttering in his start up screen and surrounded by family at time of his passing. He did not suffer as death was quick. In lieu of flowers, please send donations to Best Buy in the family’s name.

Compaq is an organ donor and will have parts auctioned off online.

Bawling

Oh f**k. I think my computer is going into hard drive failure.

Back up! Back up! Back up!

I’d rather my car die right now. I take that back, I don’t want that either.

Come on little Compaq, don’t go gently into that good night!

Come on Versa!

So, I was finally getting motivated to do all these things in the yard that I have been putting off. I planted the 50-60 bulbs I had bought (tulips and daffodils) and was moving on to mowing the lawn so it would look less scraggly over the winter. And guess what I did? I broke the mower. After, embarrassingly, having the neighbour come over and remind me that I had to prime the engine, (I hate looking that dumb), we got it going. But then it died and then it wouldn’t stay going at all. So something somewhere is screwed up. Or maybe I am just supposed to have a scraggly lawn all winter–just so we don’t start looking too uppity.

I voted for going out and buying an electric mower, but the idea was ixnayed.

Anyway, I was all motivated to mow and the mower broke. I was all motivated to build a wind screen trellis thing for our deck–and now I have an awful cold. I even finally bought the wood and have all our tools that I will need returned. And now I don’t know what to do. Other than watch a pile of TV. And read–except that my eyes burn.

I keep hoping my cold will go away if I do nothing.

But oh, I should be getting my call from Nissan today or tomorrow telling me that I won the Versa! Cross your fingers for me! The draw is today. Please, please, please! I need a new car. My exfoliating one is getting pretty wobbly!

I picked up a book at Chapters: ‘The Feminists Go Swimming’ (by Michael Collins) for something like two bucks. It isn’t what is sounds like. Not at all. It is a bunch of short stories by an Irish male writer. Basically, they are gloomy, hopeless stories and women tend to be these total downers. Does he hate women? Or is life really that oppressively gloomy in Ireland? What about the happy little leprechauns dancing around after rainbows? Is that all an American myth? Maybe leprechauns are really vicious little ankle biters. The stories are well-written but I’m not sure if I am going to finish reading the book. Unless he puts in some leprechauns.

I am also reading ’4Blondes’ (by Candace Bushnell, writer of Sex in the City–which I have never watched–only female on the planet that hasn’t, I am sure) which I got for 50 cents at the second hand store. It is about a bunch (4) of unhappy women who are big shots in New York. There seems to be a lot of unhappiness and anal fixations in all of their lives. Maybe if they knew that the Ps go in their Vs, they’d be happier.