2004-04-07 - 8:03 p.m.
PHAT LOOT
Yeah, I bought some phat loot yesterday. I got a new printer for our house, cause the old one stopped working. The new one is one of those all-in-one printer/scanner/copier things. It was like $80.
But I couldn't get the stupid software installed. It kept giving me an error during the plug-n-play process, saying that a file couldn't be found to install it. When I came into work, even though the printer was at home, I had to go to HP and chat with one of their techs to figure out what the problem was. He said to do a system restore to before I installed it and try it again. That didn't make any sense to me, cause if it didn't work the first time, why would it work after a restore? But it did the trick.
Then I bought a new microwave. We'd just bought a microwave a few months ago, but I accidentally ruined it. I thought I was setting the timer for 30 minutes, but I actually turned it on and let it run with nothing in it for 30 minutes. So by the time I smelled smoke and burning rubber, it was pretty much cooked.
These exciting topics didn't take up as much space as I hoped. So to answer a question from class today, let me tell you about the greatest moment ever in my life.
Lots of people say it was when they got married, or when their kids were born, or whatever. But that's easy. Besides, I'm not married yet and I don't have any kids, so I couldn't say either of those things anyway.
I could say when I got engaged, but I'd be lying. I don't want to discount that moment, though. If I were to rank all my moments, that'd probably be #2. I'd just throw anything with Charity at #2, cause there's lots of moments that I'd have a hard time choosing between.
But #1. Oh man. Sometimes you hear people talk about where they were when JFK was shot, or when they heard about September 11th, and that kind of thing. But let me tell you what I was doing on a certain day in April of 1993.
I was in the 6th grade, preparing to graduate and move on to junior high. I remember it was unusually crisp outside for the Spring. I believe I was wearing a pair of jeans and my royal blue Macho King Randy Savage t-shirt.
And then it happened. As if the heavens had parted and God himself was whispering to me, my heart filled with joy and wonderment as I heard the news. It was actually happening. It was unbelievable.
Joe Montana was a Kansas City Chief!
It doesn't get much better than that. I think I stayed home from school the rest of the week out of fear that my giant Joe boner may cause injury or property damage to the things around me. I hate to be crass, but there is no other way to describe it.
Boy, those were the days.
