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same_skyIt's taken me two months, but I finally have the VCR in here, hooked up and programmed to record Days of our Lives every day. I could have done it in the living room as soon as we moved in (we had the soap opera channel before we moved, and it came on at seven every night) but I really don't watch it, I just listen to it, so I wanted to have it in the computer room to hear in the evening. It's been a real trial getting it all set up. First, I had a case of the lazy. Then I had to locate the other VCR, then get it brought up from the basement, then get it hooked up, and then we realized that we were missing a cable. We found one, but hadn't connected it yet when I started looking for a tape. M searched the basement, but we didn't have one, and the plan was foiled. I went to WalMart the next day specifically to buy one, and then came home.. and the cable we had found didn't work. Because I looked so sad, M went through a tub of cables and computer equipment, and he found another one! And so today! I have an episode taped! Not a very good one because it's Thursday but who cares!
(By the way, I just want you to know that I can program my VCR, but sometimes I lie about it. I don't know why, but I have had this conversation more than once:
Person: So, what do you do?
Kisha: I'm a programmer.
Person: Oh! I should get you to come help me program my VCR. I can't figure it out!
Kisha: Oh, well, HAHA, even programmers can't figure out how to work those things!
And, I don't want to live with the lie anymore so I am coming clean here--I CAN PROGRAM MY VCR. I AM ONLY TELLING YOU THIS SO YOU WON'T FEEL SO STUPID. It's not that hard, and there are like, instructions, and shit. It's amazing what they can do with technology these days. Technology like user manuals. Thank you.)
Speaking of my not-so-secret vices, I might as well tell you that I have had a lifelong passion for strawberry pie, and for the last two days, I have Indulged. I have indulged in the Pieness, and it was good. During the same trip to Walmart where I bought the VCR tape, I accidentally put strawberries and a pie crust and glaze in the cart. Oops! I grew up on from-scratch pie but I don't necessarily have the energy to do it like that all the time. (I also bought four pairs of socks, a pair of lime-green gardening gloves, a little trowel that I wrapped up in the bag and gave to M as a present and three boxes of cereal. It was one of the most random shopping events I've had in a while.) This pie, it was fantastic. It was brilliant. It made me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I.. umm, yes. Pie. Good. And because it is FRUIT, y'all, FRUIT, then I don't have to feel guilty about my fling with the pie. At least, I am saying that I don't have to feel guilty. I am so queasy and so apathetic about food most of the time now that it felt like a reward sent from Heaven, to eat this lovely pie. Besides which, I've eaten two cereal meals a day lately. I figure I'm worth it.
Oh, and proof that procrastination pays? I have been putting off adding a staff profile to Mosaic Minds all week. I finally decided that it was going to be done tonight, and when I got home and began working on it--I had a second one in my inbox to do. Otherwise I would have had to go through the whole thing twice! It's not like it's hard, but it's fiddly. I am not a fan of the fiddly.
Now, if I could just remember to call the electric company. We just got a bill from them for our old apartment, the one that we cancelled effective February 16. The bill is for March. The plant board here is like communism. It's a great idea--GREAT idea! One-stop-shopping for electricity, water, sewer, television, internet, run by local govt and cheap cheap cheap. And, communism is also a great idea, except for that whole thing about how it doesn't work. They close absurdly early, they don't answer their telephones, and when you leave a message, they don't call you back. If you ask for them to come out to install service, they will tell you that there is an approximately four week wait for installation--don't call them, they'll call you. If you go down there, you will see a dozen people in teller-formation, but when you approach one of them with your problem, they will instruct you to take a seat and wait for the next available representative. Then you will wait and wait and wait while six other people arrive and go to the back, and finally, someone will come out from the back looking put upon, and lead you back into a really cramped little room with tiny partitions and way too many employees, where you will stand looking awkward while you explain your issue. Then they will click-click-click on the keyboard and direct you to talk to a teller. See, it's just like communism! Err, well. No. But close!
(For the benefit of the people who actually live here and have been there: I know I'm exaggerating about the tellers, but everything else is true.)
(By the way, I just want you to know that I can program my VCR, but sometimes I lie about it. I don't know why, but I have had this conversation more than once:
Person: So, what do you do?
Kisha: I'm a programmer.
Person: Oh! I should get you to come help me program my VCR. I can't figure it out!
Kisha: Oh, well, HAHA, even programmers can't figure out how to work those things!
And, I don't want to live with the lie anymore so I am coming clean here--I CAN PROGRAM MY VCR. I AM ONLY TELLING YOU THIS SO YOU WON'T FEEL SO STUPID. It's not that hard, and there are like, instructions, and shit. It's amazing what they can do with technology these days. Technology like user manuals. Thank you.)
Speaking of my not-so-secret vices, I might as well tell you that I have had a lifelong passion for strawberry pie, and for the last two days, I have Indulged. I have indulged in the Pieness, and it was good. During the same trip to Walmart where I bought the VCR tape, I accidentally put strawberries and a pie crust and glaze in the cart. Oops! I grew up on from-scratch pie but I don't necessarily have the energy to do it like that all the time. (I also bought four pairs of socks, a pair of lime-green gardening gloves, a little trowel that I wrapped up in the bag and gave to M as a present and three boxes of cereal. It was one of the most random shopping events I've had in a while.) This pie, it was fantastic. It was brilliant. It made me happy, when skies are gray. You'll never know, dear, how much I.. umm, yes. Pie. Good. And because it is FRUIT, y'all, FRUIT, then I don't have to feel guilty about my fling with the pie. At least, I am saying that I don't have to feel guilty. I am so queasy and so apathetic about food most of the time now that it felt like a reward sent from Heaven, to eat this lovely pie. Besides which, I've eaten two cereal meals a day lately. I figure I'm worth it.
Oh, and proof that procrastination pays? I have been putting off adding a staff profile to Mosaic Minds all week. I finally decided that it was going to be done tonight, and when I got home and began working on it--I had a second one in my inbox to do. Otherwise I would have had to go through the whole thing twice! It's not like it's hard, but it's fiddly. I am not a fan of the fiddly.
Now, if I could just remember to call the electric company. We just got a bill from them for our old apartment, the one that we cancelled effective February 16. The bill is for March. The plant board here is like communism. It's a great idea--GREAT idea! One-stop-shopping for electricity, water, sewer, television, internet, run by local govt and cheap cheap cheap. And, communism is also a great idea, except for that whole thing about how it doesn't work. They close absurdly early, they don't answer their telephones, and when you leave a message, they don't call you back. If you ask for them to come out to install service, they will tell you that there is an approximately four week wait for installation--don't call them, they'll call you. If you go down there, you will see a dozen people in teller-formation, but when you approach one of them with your problem, they will instruct you to take a seat and wait for the next available representative. Then you will wait and wait and wait while six other people arrive and go to the back, and finally, someone will come out from the back looking put upon, and lead you back into a really cramped little room with tiny partitions and way too many employees, where you will stand looking awkward while you explain your issue. Then they will click-click-click on the keyboard and direct you to talk to a teller. See, it's just like communism! Err, well. No. But close!
(For the benefit of the people who actually live here and have been there: I know I'm exaggerating about the tellers, but everything else is true.)
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Date: 2006-04-07 03:24 am (UTC)The best thing to do is pretend you can't use a vcr when you are subbing and make the rowdy boys do it. That is my teacher tip for today. It makes them feel manly and proud and stuff.
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Date: 2006-04-10 02:10 pm (UTC)p.s. Notice how I'm answering a week's worth of LJ stuff all at once? *laugh*