DLand - It Smells Like the Ocean When You Cry

Yesterday, about 3:10pm, my day became incredibly craptacular. I can deal with unpleasant things if I only have to deal with a portion of them at a time. But yesterday afternoon, it was all spread out on a large mahogany table for me to deal with and process. It was all just a little more than I was prepared for right then.In addition to that soap opera, my DirecTV receiver couldn't talk to my Tivo without this magic golden cable that I didn't have and my music needs to be converted from windows media files to mp3s before I can play them on the iPod. My phone wouldn't download emails yesterday either. Technology and I were not getting along, it seems. But there is nothing a little french toast won't fix.

Ho Hum ...

In a bit of a funk today. And I really have very little reason to be. But that doesn't seem to keep me from feeling that way. Work has been productive today if not a little hectic. But my being surrounded by morons is really nothing new. DirecTV will soon be mine (like this afternoon). It was going to be installed on Saturday, but I lost power in the neighborhood and it's kind of hard to install a dish with no power to test it. But I'm thinking it will all work out today. I'm optimistic.

Had a good weekend of puttering. Did some light sewing, watched some Sopranos on DVD to warm myself up for the season premiere on Sunday, etc. My two co-workers are headed to this area at the end of this week. So I'm looking forward to that change. The office is still in shambles, but we're getting there, piece by piece.

And I have a new iPod to play with. Need to get that all worked out so I can have tunes in a tiny box for when I'm running.

I really have nothing to complain about. So why the funk? Who knows. Probably not worth the time to figure it out...

DLand - Who's the Packrat?!

Holy shit, I've just won the lottery. Ok, not really, but it feels that way. Kevin is moving (co-worker, comic book Kevin, not Thornbury Kevin). And in his transition, he needs someone to store his comic books for him in a good climate controlled environment.Kevin's bringing nearly 50 long boxes to my house on Saturday. No! Please don't throw me in that briar patch! That's 20 square feet of comics stacked four deep. I think I'm going to have to take down the guest bed to make room for them. That must say something about your level of comic book addiction when you need a U-Haul to move your comics. But hey, it's my gain. Woohoo! In other news, I got positive reinforcement for being a packrat this weekend. I have been driving around with a spare headlight in my car for about two years. And Monday I needed it since I managed to smash up the left side of my car (long story ... rain + plastic lightweight car = bad). So I didn't even have to go buy a light but just replace the one with the one in the trunk. I made several Charles Atlas flexing poses in the parking lot after that. Who's the packrat? Genie's the packrat. I've also got two wiper blades in my back seat that have been around for about a year. I'm waiting for those to come in handy soon.