TechnoJOY!

Aquarius Begins

RV Workers and Workampers Day

Martyrs Day (Azerbaijan)

 

Howard is displaying a Frowny Face, and he’s making those grunty little noises computerthings make when they’re ailing.  I really don’t want to have to wipe my 5075 songs and start from scratch, so I’m trying the Traditional Fixit Techniques first: tap it, plug it in, reset it, turn it off and turn it on.  If the battery chargeup doesn’t work, I’m going to try updating the software.

 

I think he was smited, or smuttered or whatever, by an angry technogod who noticed the big shiny TV with a built-in DVD player and the TiVo.  Obviously the god became jealous and struck down Howard in his vengeful wrath.  But on the plus side, the TV works fine!  And suddenly Liz and I are very popular.  At least one girl who has never done more than a few friendly nods to us is on a Quest now, for she has seen the TiVo and covets its power.  The amusing thing was how blatant she was: she managed to run into us four or five times last night from about 7:00 to 12:00 in order to compliment us on our shoes, hair, personalities, taste in clothes, and general magnificence.  Which is funny, as she didn’t seem to have the time of day for us before.

 

Somehow, I’m inclined to let her get away with it.  She obviously loves me for my ability to record her shows, but on the other hand she displayed such a wonderfully funny epitome of human nature—and she really wants this, I can tell—that I don’t think I’d mind letting her use it.  There is something endearing about the hypocrisy of it all—it’s so universal.

 

I myself am feeling a rush of power from this thing.  Bwa ha ha!  Ally came and saw and was entranced* as we watched CSI** and counted the hairs in Grissom’s stubble.  And we can watch DVDs!  I want to have a bunch of friends over for an Eddie Izzard party (fell through last week, which was good for my homework), but sadly Ally has gone home for the weekend and it would be sad if she couldn’t get in on the British random tangent goodness.  Someday, though.  And I can revel in this thing myself for now.

 

 

*“Can I touch it?”

 

**Which I was a little disappointed with this week, because they were hyping up a Development in Nick’s horrible brush with Quentin Tarantino, but it fizzled into a very short bit of melodrama.  And I was irritated that Nick didn’t have a bit more post-traumatic stress, and also that nobody else seemed to worry about the fact that maybe having him interview suspects in his own ordeal was a really bad idea.

Why I Hate Mornings

Today my alarm clock rang at 8:15. After looking around for the noise for some time, I found its source and summoned a swift burst of mental power to turn it off.

“Oh, yeah,” I thought. “Classes.”

Then I frowned. “But,” I thought, “I don’t have a class at 8:00.”

So I set my alarm for an hour later and rolled over.

At 9:15 I woke up, looked at my clock, and realized the flaw in my earlier logic. I had now missed linguistics class, which is at 9:00, which just goes to show that you shouldn’t second guess yourself in the morning. Not till you’ve had some milk.


And now, for your procrastinating pleasure, a video and a short story.