We now interrupt your regularly-scheduled Sunday weblog entry, so I can (finally) try to figure out what the hell has been wrong with my computer for the past month.
(That’s the one with all the standup clips on it. I know you’ve all been holding your breath for the past few weeks. Don’t lie.)
Anyway, if I’m not back by tomorrow — or Tuesday at the latest — then I’m most likely lying in a quivering, smoking heap in my upstairs office, with my charred boxers fused onto my electroshocked heinie. Me and electricity go back a long way, and we typically don’t get along. I usually end up winning, but the zappy stuff holds a nasty grudge. Frankly, I think this whole fritzy computer thing is a trap of some kind. See what kind of shit I go through to bring you people my crap? That’s dedication, dammit.
Now excuse me while I wrap a ground wire around my winkie and get to work. Safety first, folks! I’m goin’ in.Permalink | 1 Comment