Archive for September, 2009

Bacon is moving to New Zealand.
I told her she needs to move her little self into one of them hobbit houses.
I would kill for a big round door.

So two nights ago, I am sitting here, space mining, watching TV, and my channels started changing super fast – like by 20 channels in 2 seconds. Odd. I tried to change it back, but my remote was dead. So I open the controller to change the batteries…

Upon checking the battery compartment, I discover a clear, odorless liquid.

At this point I would like everyone to know that, yes, indeed, I am stupid enough to lick something in order to identify it.

I placed my finger in it, and then licked it


Battery acid. I have now tasted battery acid for the 4th time in my life. Don’t ask me why I didn’t learn my lesson after the first.

So I think GREAT, my remote is dead, now I need to buy a new one…

But wait, there’s more.

I decide to MacGyver this thing.

You heard me.

So I unscrew the thing, open it, and take it to the bathroom, after peeling the rubber keypad off the circuit board, I washed it and the case in hot water, and use saline Contact solution on a Kleenex to wipe away the bit of crud (Ie dead skin flakes + battery acid + God only knows what else [Not a word, Bacon]), I dried everything well and put it back together, and then installed new batteries.

Then it happened.
I had felt what King Leonidas felt after he and his men had beat back the Persians time and time again…
What Georgie felt when he lied to America over his National Guard service, and WMD’s in Iraq…
What Stephen Colbert felt when Ben & Jerry’s made that amazing fucking flavor of Ice Cream in his honor…

I felt like a badass.

Yes, I, in all my giftedness, fixed something. *shimmy*


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So a few weeks back, a friend lent me the first four seasons of The Sopranos. By the end of the first episode, I was hooked. By the end of the season, I was addicted, and thanking God that I hadn’t gotten into this show when it was on the air, as waiting an entire week for the next episode, and then months and months for the next season would have killed me.

As of yesterday morning, after some time away, I started on the third season, and dear God, this is the best show ever. Capiche?

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