I am a Seen-ager…

This was posted on the Depot Forum and I just wanted to share it will all of you. I couldfirst senior moment not find an author to it, but if you are the author I will gladly place your name and credit to it. We all look back once we reach a few years and think of what we looked forward to and yearned for, never thinking we would one day actually get it much less remember it fondly

WHY LIFE IS GOOD.
I am a Seen-ager. (Senior teenager)
I have everything that I wanted as a teenager, only 50 years later.
I don’t have to go to school or work.
I get an allowance every month.
I have my own pad.
I don’t have a curfew.
I have a driver’s license and my own car.
I have ID that gets me into the whisky store.
I am not even remotely scared of getting anyone pregnant.
I rarely need a haircut but miss my crew cut.
And I don’t have acne.
Life is great.
Comments welcome

Water Powered Internet?

Well the living room TV began losing channels on the movie channels, then the guide showed more “to be announced” that things to watch. All the other TV’s worked fine, only difference in the mix was this one was a DVR receiver.

Support could not fix it via phone so a on site tech arrived and said cable signal out of
cable repairspec. Internet has been running fine. When he unconnected at the pole water came out of the cable coax. Imagine great internet speed with a cable full of water! I call it water internet, at least it was flowing fine.

We are back up and running nothing changed except we now have the main DVR running correctly and we didn’t have to have it swapped out. Michelle threatened to do us all in if she lost her recorded shows. I myself think it was the work of the devious little squirrels here. I feed them and they eat the cable, go figure.

Ever notice how deathly quiet the house is with no TV?

Comments always welcome.

Ever had a Murphy’s Law Day?

Ever had a really strange day when things just wouldn’t click?

downIt started out this morning with a call that my Brother had suffered a Heart Attack in the early morning hours. I get up to get dressed in a hurry and realize that strange crack I heard yesterday (like someone popped their knuckles) from my foot, was apparently the little toe not quite healed and broken again (that was another adventure). I hobble into the hospital and check on my Brother, and then we returned home.

Nervous and trying to take my mind off things, I decide to try to install the TV on the wall of the bedroom. The broken Toe was already hurting but I’d be pacing the floor or standing anyway. I wrestle with the instructions which were pretty clear, except for the critical part of the mounting screws that hold the TV to the swivel mount. “Use the # 8, 6,10,or 11 screws for mounting depending on your TV”. I search all the packets and find # 8, 6, and 11. No #10. The only screws that would work are the #4 ones in the link of sealed screws, next to the screws mentioned.

I mount the bracket to the wall with a little difficulty, as my battery operated drill didn’t have enough “humph” to run the bolts into the wall fully, so I use a ratchet to finish the last 2 inches or so.

I heft the TV, which thankfully is a small 32″ flat screen weighing only about 11 lbs, up and onto the bracket pivot. I then wrestle with the awkward nut, that has to be held with one hand in the bottom of the swivel joint, and screwed into with a long provided screw. After dropping the nut several times and cursing it while searching the carpet for the tiny thing, because the bolt would never “catch”,  I realize I am using a Phillips head screw driver when it needed an Allen wrench, located in another packet of instructions we had not reached yet. Of course, had I not had a bad day and paid attention I would have noticed the Allen head on the bolt.

I finally get the bolt to catch on the nut I am trying to hold in the small hole with the other hand, you know, those nice compression type nuts that have the plastic in them that are hard to start anyway?

While reveling in the fact that I beat the skinny bolt and aggravating nut, I notice that the writing on the back of the TV… appears to be “upside down”. “How strange is that!?”, I thought. Then it dawned on me slowly that I had attached the mounting plate upside down on the TV.

Luckily for me I had solved all the previous hiccups prior, so now I could repeat all the installation steps a bit faster.

Of course not to be undone, Murphy’s Law quickly showed back up in the fact that the cable run to the bedroom was dead, It was not hooked up to a live feed, so now I get to figure out who to get to crawl under the house and connect the bedroom cable to the main line splitter, since my broken toe may complain a bit,

Michelle came in the room as I was hooking the inside cables to it. She said, “Are you SURE that mount will hold?” I said sure it will, it is a light TV bolted into the 2X4 inch studs in the wall.

“I just want to make sure it isn’t going to crash down at some point.” she says. “Babe, that thing would hold your Mother.” I say.

The swelling may be down enough by morning for me to see and finish the cabling part.

I just can’t wait for tomorrow. 🙂

Comments welcome

The old RedBull Joke is no longer funny

Someone once posted “This morning I put RedBull in my Coffee Maker instead of water, Now I can smell Colors!!”  That statement dear friends is no longer funny.

After a short stay in the hospital for Food Poisoning this past week, and a reaction to Levaquin, I can now indeed nearly smell Colors.
It started the day of discharge from there. The smell intensified to an ugly, mutated hyper smell of the simplest items, to the point I had to breathe in through the mouth and out the nose to avoid gagging.

I walked in my Office room where the computers are and could smell the warm plastic from the AC adapters down beside the desk, yet I could not smell the Cat’s litter box at all across the room. The joy of a cup of Coffee is now gone for the time being, replaced with a super smell that triggers some reaction that makes you want to retch.
The simple act of getting a slice of bread out to make toast is futile, it appears to my nose to be the odor from a 300lb loaf of bread that is just about 2 minutes from sprouting into a hideous, alcohol smelling abomination, with green growth.

Temperature changes also trigger the weird mutant smell. Looking in the fridge for ice cubes causes it. Laying in bed and rolling over making the air puff out from under the covers at your face (temp change from cool room to warm air escaping the covers) causes the mutant smell. Worst of all there is no description I can come up with to convey its odorous horror. It’s not Biologic like sinus problems, nor chemical that I can remember. It belongs only to the pits of imagination of a twisted medicine reaction.

I was the honored receiver of several small plastic bottles of a super antibiotic called Levaquin, via IV over the 1.5 days in the Hospital. My regular doctor took me off it as soon as I described the feeling of jelly knees, headache, slurred speech and smells. The mutant smell is abating somewhat, but I wonder if it will ever return to normal for me or last days, weeks or months. I guess I’m one of the unlucky ones that can’t tolerate it.

The wonders of modern medicine. Comments welcome.