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Oct 03, 2010 18:41


I HAVE WORKING CABLE! They finally sent a competent cable guy--sixth time's the charm!--and got everything cleared up.

He was the first guy to check the screen and see the error count and confirm that yes, there is a major problem. And then he said, "That box is new to you, but it's not new. That model hasn't been made in ten years." So he replaced it with a new thingy that doesn't have a display (waah! Now I need to get a clock for the living room!), and it works perfectly. Also, it's faster and has a few more bells and whistles.

The kicker was that this guy looked like a 12-year-old skate rat. Long hair, skinny, very easygoing. He was just adorable as a puppy.

When I said, "Dude, you're the man. No one else knew how to fix it!" he said, very modestly, "Well, I've just been doing this a long time." And I had to restrain myself from asking if he started as a fetus. Okay, probably he was in his mid-late 20s. My guess is he started working right out of high school, and is reasonably bright.

Way to represent for the skate rats, cable guy! My faith in the next generation is restored.

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Went apple picking this weekend. Got many different varieties: yellow, green, red, brownish; round, oblong, lumpy; big, small. They looked so good all tumbled together in a pile on my mom's kitchen counter.

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When I was on my way to my mom's house, I had to pass along the road that was hit by the tornado last week. It looked as if a giant weed-whacker had come through and ripped the tops off all the trees. What was left had no leaves and few smaller branches. I've never seen anything like it.

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At my sister's recommendation, I am trying a new antacid product (Prilosec). I will have to see if it causes similar unacceptable side effects as other such products. If not, then I will be very happy, because my voice is being destroyed by acid and Zantac is just not cutting it.

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500 words today. Neither good nor bad; I'll probably have to rewrite the scene but much of it will be salvageable. I'll take it.

randomness, life, writing progress

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