I am so excited. My Sipix A6 Pocket Printer arrived today from Overstock.com. It has an infrared port, so I can print from my Sony Clie 415T. I could also use it to print from my Sony Vaio laptop once I purchase a serial port PC card for it. (The Vaio, sadly, has no serial port and no floppy drive, leaving these venerable legacy devices in the dust.)
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Twice today, I’ve had to correct children behaving badly. I guess that makes ME the monster.
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Apparently, despite some decidely non-”Southren” tendencies, I scored 70% Dixie in the Dixie/Yankee quiz, which I shamelessly snarfed from Gina at Atypical Female. Go, Gina!

This day did not start out very well. But the one good thing about days like that is that there’s just nowhere they CAN go but up!

It started out this morning when I wanted to take a shower before going to work. I had spent the night with Robert over at Kindred (the acute care facility he’s now in after his kidney catastrophe earlier this month). The shower didn’t work. I found this out while standing stark naked in front of the faucets at about 8:00 a.m. this morning. Geesh. So I get dressed, pack up my gear and run out of the place bound for home. Twenty minutes, three traffic snarls and one freight train later, I arrive home. I jump in the shower, dress, feed the cats and head to work. I figure if I haul ass, I should be able to slide in there around 9:05.

It’s a pretty morning, my hair’s slightly damp, so I decide to drive with all the windows rolled down and my Chuck Loeb jazz CD blaring.

As I speed down Caroline headed for my building, and as I pass the One Houston Center Garage, all of a sudden, with no warning, a huge wall of water comes flying out of the garage. It smacks the car with a resounding crash, much like an ocean wave. I was momentarily blinded by the water and hurried to put on my windshield wipers. Needless to say, I’m drenched, the inside of the car is drenched, the seats are damp, and I’m pissed. As I drive into the garage in my building, the guard who mans the entrance exclaimed, “Holy hell, what happened to you!?” (Those were his exact words.) I told him that some jackass had sprayed water all over me. I don’t know why or from whence it came but I was madder than an old wet hen by that time (no pun intended).
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G’wan. It’s been a while, hasn’t it. But you know you want to. You NEED to. Click it!
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