A Comedy of Errors
Nov. 29th, 2004 08:58 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
cabbitzillaYes, it's been... a day.
After taking Megan to work this morning, I looped down to Crys and Kelly's place to kill time until my therapy appointment. Chatted with Crys a bit, then she left for work. Chatted with Kelly a bit, then he went to work. I wandered back upstairs, settled in behind my computer, and it promptly crashed. I rebooted it, and it crashed again. Hrm. Rebooted it, fired up the diagnostics I've got... no problems detected. Exited the diagnostics program, and it crashed a third time. Hrm. Shut it down completely and stared at it, trying to remember what the last thing I installed on it was. After ten minutes of fruitless memory sifting, I poked the power button. It booted clean. I kicked over Nero, started a burn... and then fired up the RO client. No errors. Shut the RO client down, then shook my head. Trillian fired clean and there I sat and chatted with nary a bit of trouble.
Possessed, it must have been. All hail the powerful mystical voodoo juju of turning it off and staring at it. :p
Time came to leave, and I let myself out of the house. Opened the Saturn's door and tried to get in. Now I've been driving this car for a couple years now; I KNOW where the roofline is. But that knowledge didn't help a damn - I clocked myself right across the side of the head on the roof beam. After a few moments of being sprawled on the ground with the world spinning merrily around me, I managed to crawl up into the car and get it started. Great. Headed out for my therapy appointment, stopping at the 7-Eleven. On my way out, I bobbled the keys... which managed to bounce off my shoe and bounce under the car. So down on all fours, trying to reach the keys, and then bounce my head off the door as someone pinches my ass. *facepalm* I don't even know who did it. By the time I got to my feet there was no one around, and nobody giving me an odd look, so I've no idea where the pinch came from. Slid into the car, fired it up, started to pull out... and watched my newly bought Cherry Coke bounce off the trunk deck and onto the tarmac. *sigh*
Cola retrieved, off to therapy I go. My personal session goes just fine; after I looped up to the supermarket to get another pack of cigs and something foodlike. I was absolutely astounded that I didn't somehow manage to get run over or trampled by elephants or something in the parking lot. Got my goodies, headed back up to the therapist's office. Upon arrival, I managed to not only lock myself out of the Saturn... but the lights were on as well. Ten minutes of desperate work with a coat hanger proved to be utterly useless, and I was getting frantic. I managed to beg the keys to another client's Jeep, and made a mad dash down to where Megan works, and fetched her key. Fortunately, the battery's strong in the Saturn and it survived the extended burn. Limped into the group, gave Charlie back his keys, and slumped into a chair. When group ended, I tried three times to push some singles into Charlie's hand for the gas I burned, and was refused. I just felt bad about burning an eighth of a tank of gas.
Looped down to pick Megan up and headed back to Columbia. After conferring, we decided that if we combined all our change we could probably afford Taco Bell... so we detoured a bit on the way home. We slid out of the car, and I fished the double handful of coins out of my pocket... and promptly dropped the entire mess onto the parking lot. *shakes her head* I crawled around on the ground for a bit and got most of it. I think. I hope. Food gotten, we returned, mercifully, to the apartment. Nothing further has happened, blessedly... I'm almost afraid of the next speedbump.
*hides under her desk for safety*
After taking Megan to work this morning, I looped down to Crys and Kelly's place to kill time until my therapy appointment. Chatted with Crys a bit, then she left for work. Chatted with Kelly a bit, then he went to work. I wandered back upstairs, settled in behind my computer, and it promptly crashed. I rebooted it, and it crashed again. Hrm. Rebooted it, fired up the diagnostics I've got... no problems detected. Exited the diagnostics program, and it crashed a third time. Hrm. Shut it down completely and stared at it, trying to remember what the last thing I installed on it was. After ten minutes of fruitless memory sifting, I poked the power button. It booted clean. I kicked over Nero, started a burn... and then fired up the RO client. No errors. Shut the RO client down, then shook my head. Trillian fired clean and there I sat and chatted with nary a bit of trouble.
Possessed, it must have been. All hail the powerful mystical voodoo juju of turning it off and staring at it. :p
Time came to leave, and I let myself out of the house. Opened the Saturn's door and tried to get in. Now I've been driving this car for a couple years now; I KNOW where the roofline is. But that knowledge didn't help a damn - I clocked myself right across the side of the head on the roof beam. After a few moments of being sprawled on the ground with the world spinning merrily around me, I managed to crawl up into the car and get it started. Great. Headed out for my therapy appointment, stopping at the 7-Eleven. On my way out, I bobbled the keys... which managed to bounce off my shoe and bounce under the car. So down on all fours, trying to reach the keys, and then bounce my head off the door as someone pinches my ass. *facepalm* I don't even know who did it. By the time I got to my feet there was no one around, and nobody giving me an odd look, so I've no idea where the pinch came from. Slid into the car, fired it up, started to pull out... and watched my newly bought Cherry Coke bounce off the trunk deck and onto the tarmac. *sigh*
Cola retrieved, off to therapy I go. My personal session goes just fine; after I looped up to the supermarket to get another pack of cigs and something foodlike. I was absolutely astounded that I didn't somehow manage to get run over or trampled by elephants or something in the parking lot. Got my goodies, headed back up to the therapist's office. Upon arrival, I managed to not only lock myself out of the Saturn... but the lights were on as well. Ten minutes of desperate work with a coat hanger proved to be utterly useless, and I was getting frantic. I managed to beg the keys to another client's Jeep, and made a mad dash down to where Megan works, and fetched her key. Fortunately, the battery's strong in the Saturn and it survived the extended burn. Limped into the group, gave Charlie back his keys, and slumped into a chair. When group ended, I tried three times to push some singles into Charlie's hand for the gas I burned, and was refused. I just felt bad about burning an eighth of a tank of gas.
Looped down to pick Megan up and headed back to Columbia. After conferring, we decided that if we combined all our change we could probably afford Taco Bell... so we detoured a bit on the way home. We slid out of the car, and I fished the double handful of coins out of my pocket... and promptly dropped the entire mess onto the parking lot. *shakes her head* I crawled around on the ground for a bit and got most of it. I think. I hope. Food gotten, we returned, mercifully, to the apartment. Nothing further has happened, blessedly... I'm almost afraid of the next speedbump.
*hides under her desk for safety*
