A Time Zone Of Our Own

At work there are digital clocks all over that I have to use to know when to log on and go on breaks and so forth. The clocks on all the computers are all different, some slow, some fast. Anyway, the clocks are all on strike. They just go over and over the same hour, hour after hour, day after day. Most of them go over six o'clock over and over, but I noticed one had to be different and it was fixating on seven. So now we're supposed to go by whatever time the clock on our computer says. I asked three supervisory type people before I found somebody that knew what was going on. All the clocks on the walls are ruled by a master clock downstairs, who has apparently had a stroke. I don't know what kind of clock they have controlling all the rest of the clocks, but it must take a long time to get a new one because this has been driving me crazy for days now. I don't know how many times I've looked over at the clock on the wall, even though I know subconsciously that I'm wasting my time looking. They should just get a bunch of those clocks that get their orders from some mysterious master clock in space. I thought that's what they were, until work turned into the Twilight Zone set on perpetual six o'clock.

Big Tooth Update

I finally saw the dentist today. It was just a quick look around, no drilling or yanking or anything. I'm going to make an appointment to have a crown put on the offending tooth. I would have made an appointment today but I only know my schedule for next week and the next openings are the week after that. Thursday I'll get that week's schedule and then I'll know when the lucky day's going to be. I'm not particularly looking forward to more dental work, but at least this is a crown and not yankage. I'd really like to get a bridge, but that's too much money. This isn't too expensive and I've already got one crown, so I pretty much know what to expect.

And On The Eight Day God Went Bowling

I worked on my birthday, but I was off Tuesday and Wednesday. I thought about going to a movie, but The Man can't sit through a whole movie. He's got to move around and stand up every now and then. The Girl suggested we go bowling, which was seconded and passed unanimously. The Man can't bowl any more than he can watch a movie, but at least he could move around while he watched us bowl. It was fun, even though I did break Four fingernails.

I'm not a bowler. People didn't watch me in awe of my natural talent. On the other hand, I was good enough to solidly whip The Girl in our second match. I don't remember who won the first. Scores aren't really that important to me. Like my age, I just don't care. I mean, I'd like for my team to win, if I ever actually watched a game, but really I don't care.

At night a lot of times we play rummy, but we don't keep score. Whoever goes out first wins and then we go on to another hand. Who cares how many cards you have or if it's a court card or a number card? Just play the game and have fun. We have house rules, too. We use jokers, and you can steal somebody's joker if you have the card it's standing in for. I threatened to institute rolling flushes. Since you can have Ace-2-3 or Queen-King-Ace, why can't you have King-Ace-2? Linear thinking isn't as good as circular thinking. The whole world is just an interwoven assortment of cycles and seasons.

Anyway, my birthday was good. I'm still waiting to use Meemaw, but I have a huge floppy green frog named Butch to keep Bill daBear company, and not one but TWO crystals. A Moralla quartz smoky phantom and a Danburite crystal with White Polka-Dots! I know, how lucky can I get, right? I got the only one with polka-dots. They look like the snowflakes in snowflake obsidian, but smaller. The Moralla quartz looks like a smoky Herkimer diamond, but as far as I can tell it came all the way from Australia for my birthday! Pretty thoughtful for a rock, isn't it?

Happy Birthday To Me

Sunday was my birthday. I only wanted one thing, a new printer, and the Man got a me a doozy. It's one of those combination printer, scanner, fax machine, waffle makers. Unfortunately, they quit selling printers that work with Windows 2000. I guess 8 years is pretty old in computer-land. Luckily, we had a copy of Windows XP. We just never felt like putting it on any of our computers. 2000 worked fine, why mess with it if it isn't broken? So we were able to upgrade my laptop, but it was a real pain in the ass. I wanted to save some stuff on a zip drive, but every time I plugged it in the computer put up a warning about dumping the core memory or something equally alarming, so The Man would pull the battery out to shut it off before whatever it was doing could finish. We tried it three times and the last time when we started the computer up again afterwards it opened to some kind of half-assed protected opening.

Luckily, it wasn't really fucked, it was only playing. It took a while for The Man to get XP on here. Somehow the disk we had was missing a file or two, but we were able to patch it up and get it running. The Man's good with computers, even if they make him cuss like a sailor. So now my computer is compatible with the printer, but wouldn't you know, we don't have the cable to connect them. We could make copies, but that's about it. We could also print pictures because there's a slot for camera's to hook right up to it. It still won't print text files. Little prima donna.

The night we got the printer The Man was looking it over in the living room. He had it perched on a foot stool, and it had a distinctive wobble. You had to attach this to that and whatever, so it took a while to get it working. Once, he turned it off and it wouldn't come back on. He was about to run over it with the car, then it just started up like nothing happened. A sprinkling with holy water would have probably done it good.

I'm one of those weird people who name their things like they're pets. My laptop's named Stinky. My car hasn't told me it's name yet, so I just call it Camy since it's a Camry. Anyway, I was trying to find out what the printer's name is when it went into one of it's shaking fits. Then it hit me. It's name is Meemaw.

Just Don't Care

So, Super Tuesday. Yawn. Everybody here at Casa Cud voted today. Well, sort of. We voted Libertarian. Last night we were talking about who we were voting for and I explained my voting strategy. This is just a primary. We're not really voting for president. We're just voting for who we want to vote for president for. Or whatever. You know what I mean. So, I know some people use this as an opportunity to screw the other guy. Instead of voting for the person they really like they vote for who they think will be easiest for their candidate to beat. Sort of reverse psychology election strategy.

I, on the other hand, have an alternate strategy. Hundreds of thousands of people are going to vote for the various Democratic candidates. Hundreds of thousands of idiots (Unless they are doing the vote for the other guy strategy. Then they're people.) are going to vote for the various Republican candidates. My lonely vote in a primary doesn't really mean a whole hell of a lot. Not to the Republicans or Democrats, at least. The Libertarians, on the other hand, don't get the hundreds of thousands of votes that dilute my vote to election vapor. While the Republicans and Democrats fight with each other because they feel I owe them, but don't really care what I think, I figure the Libertarians will actually appreciate it.

Of course, when it's the real election, I usually wuss out and vote for a viable candidate. I'm not stupid, you know.

I guess it's pretty obvious I'm a Democrat. At least vaguely. I think it's probably because the first president I really remember is Carter. I vaguely remember Ford. Just some guy on TV. The only thing I remember about Nixon was when my teacher tried to explain what impeachment meant. She said he was the first president to leave office before his term expired that hadn't been assassinated. I was only in second or third grade, and didn't understand what she was saying. I thought what she meant was he was the first president to leave office without being assassinated. Big difference. That was when I realized you had to be bat-shit crazy to want to run for president.

So anyway, I'm not very interested in the election yet. Not until the primary bullshit is over. I'm just glad we're almost through with Bush. I can't stand him. With a passion. I think he's a greedy little weasel bully. I would rethink my position on cannibalism if that was what it took to get rid of him. Thankfully, all I have to do is wait a few more months and then he's out of there. And I don't care who takes his place. Remember Ross Perot? I'd take him. Remember Carter? I'd take his brother. I'm not saying Gore would have been all sunshine and happy days. Who knows what he would have done if he won the election. Oh, wait, he did. Isn't democracy great?