Yelling at Comcast supervisors when their installers are EIGHT HOURS LATE eventually brings this kind of response: I would have been a bit more impressed if I got that team before noon, as the appointment had specified. But. We’re connected. And I’m happy about that.
It’s probably a miracle I got through the day without killing someone. It didn’t start well: The Wife and I had an argument before she left for work, mostly because I got pissed off over something stupid. It got worse: The kid from the auto glass service didn’t show up to replace my windshield until… Read More bad. really, really bad.
With the season opener just under three days away, I would expect a fair amount of hype surrounding Terrelle Pryor’s debut at the University of Ohio State. Or wherever it is he’s going to be playing college football on Saturday. At his weekly news conference Tuesday, Jim Tressel got the expected questions about Pryor and… Read More hysteria in the headline.
Recovery from the Great Poop Flood of 2008 is almost complete. The Jackass Landlord snaked the line on Thursday, clearing the backup and restoring indoor plumbing to everyone in the house. The remaining problem? Jackass Landlord still hasn’t capped the check valve — which essentially means I still have an open sewer line in my… Read More post-poop.
Literally. Last night, while going through the weekly routine that accompanies trash night, I heard water running in the basement. Where no water is supposed to be running. It looked initially like the bowl from our toilet had sprung a leak — which meant everything we had been doing in the commode all evening was… Read More shit.
I finished writing a post related to the Stanley Cup playoffs, my inability to watch most of the games and how that’s driving me nuts. But then I found something else to be irritated about: the refusal of WordPress to upload a freaking photograph. This was a problem last night, when I initially tried to… Read More irritated.
Uncle Crappy 