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December 31, 2006

Things Break, Then We Blog About Them

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Just when you think I'm out from under a $1,752.34 Discover Card bill, the garbage disposal goes kuploowie. Horrendous noise. Pulled out what looks like a broken bolt.

Reason struggled with outrage.

Why? Why?

Was my former life so desperately wicked?

All those pipe stems and connections look more complicated than the Space Shuttles "return to launch site" sequence. The universe is in turmoil, and now I must ingratiate self with Home Depot or Lowes, drag out a wrench. Don't forget to turn the water off. I know.

2007 resolution: I refuse to take personally consistent failures of mechanical devices, be they car parts or essential components of a sink.

December 28, 2006

Holiday Report

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There were candy cane chew sticks in there and he knew it.

*** computer geekspeek ON ***

In your vast PC magazine reading, ever heard about these home network "workgroups?" Not a lot of help on that. Once YouTube becomes available after plugging everything in, you pat self on back for technical prowess and think everything perfect. That would be premature.

All your PC's behind the router (wireless or not) must belong to the same workgroup in order to share files, printers. You must run that network setup wizard.


*** computer geekspeek OFF ***

Nice trip home yesterday under sunny skies. I made a game as always of steering clear from obnoxious trucks and letting SUV's with intense women have the left lane. Excuse me for only driving 78 miles per hour. The onset of decrepitude.

Emerson snoozed the whole way as I reflected on the warm family visit, fulfilling holiday with one small exception.

The Dallas Suckboys. If you are going to play like crap, be sure to do it on Christmas night in front of America. That's the way to gain respect. Thank you very much for nothing.

Brother gave me an ipod shuffle. Tiny little clip. Now I can look cool like your teenager with controlling implants from Vega in my ears.

This is the week where we are supposed to "get things done." Mere scattering of days as I gaze in a daze at the collapsing maze of this house worth no praise.

December 2, 2006

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