"Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now."
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Tuesday, April 29
Phraze Craze
I'm on a roll today. First I came up with "Prozac Moment", which is like a Kodak Moment, only not as good (see here). Now, in response to a co-worker who said I probably wouldn't want to check out the cute office girl because I was married:
SHOW ME THE HONEY!
Note to self: tell the wife someone hacked my website.
Moved into a new house this weekend. Not just new to me, but NEW. Got the wife and kids back under the same roof, too (they'd just about worn out their welcome at the sister-in-law's). Good times.
Of course, moving has its drawbacks as well. I think the worst case scenario was "crushed to death by sleeper sofa". The stairs to the second floor make a 180 degree turn, so to get the sofa up over the bannister, I had to lift my end of the couch up over my head. Think "touchdown!", but with furniture. And, as expected, my 500 pounds of books proved to be a huge pain in the ass. Especially since my wife packed many of these in U-Haul's "Medium Box - Kitchen Items, Toys, Small Appliances". I had to repack them into "Small Box - Books, Tools, CDs, Record Albums".
But moving isn't all bad. I managed to lose about 5 pounds in just 48 hours. In fact, had I been thinking, I could have advertised a MOVERCISE! program, and found lots of people willing to PAY ME to let them help move my stuff. Just so they could get in shape.</Tom Sawyer>
Then came the inevitable "tool use" portion of the move. Our clothes dryer has a standard 3-prong electric plug, but due to new building codes, our house has a 4-prong outlet. So, my wife picked up a new cord at the hardware store, and when I got home that night, I installed it. First I spent half an hour trying to fit the strain relief clamp through the cable opening in the back of the dryer. Long story short: it wouldn't go, plus I managed to drop it down into the dryer's guts. So I took off the back panel, fished it out, and (DUH!! warning) put the back panel back on. All seven screws, tightened as far as they would go. Thus, the loud and virulent stream of profanity when I dropped a screw down the inside of the damn thing not five minutes later. I've been working on computers for 10 years now, and one of the first things you learn is don't put it back together until it's working.
After these and many more Prozac Moments, I got everything put back together, and with only a small degree of fear flipped the breaker and turned it on. Worked perfectly. I am a genius.
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The last time I moved, I got the idea for a not bad story. May I present "A Moving Experience".
