I’ve been expecting my nuker, which is actually Grandma’s recycled nuker and probably 15 years old, to die at any moment. It hasn’t quite done that, but evidently an exploding squash caused the little screen at the side to burn and fragment. I’m not sure what that screen is for; if it frees the nuker […]
Just for clarity, “clown barf” refers to the color mixes when a chewed-up clown is regurgitated, not when he himself barfs. There’s a difference.
After two full weeks of computer disasters, last week (though I hesitate to admit it and knock ferociously on wood) went reasonably smoothly. It took a full Friday afternoon and then some to replace all the Word preferences, but at least they got replaced. I found a thing that’s supposed to back them up so […]
Grandma was really excited to get her new teeth. But then she decided she doesn’t like them. Here she is, showing them off:
I know, it’s a wretched shot, but it was the best I got. Evidently, the bottom teeth hurt, so she’s going back to get them sanded down tomorrow. Poor dear.
I have ground my teeth to nubs. I have pulled out my hair such that I am balder than a rock, since rocks can grow moss and lichens. My voice is worn to a raspy whisper.
Somebody wave a magic wand and just Make. These. Stupid. Computers. Work. I have had it.
Come and listen, o best beloved (and please, pronounce that correctly, with a fully articulated last syllable), to the tale of the loss of the Momster’s sanity. She was traveling along the jungle, traversing the serpentine banks of the great grey-green greasy Limpopo River, when. . .
Oh, wait, that’s “How the Elephant Got Its Trunk.” […]
Something seems to have broken the CSS (style sheet) that governs my blog layout. The right-hand column, with the log-in and archive links, etc., isn’t displaying in its proper spot at the top of the page. It’s way way down’t the bottom. I don’t think I could have done it, because you have to make […]