Sharing Hardware
This whole dead power cord thing is now officially old. And, much as I had predicted, the extra "rush" money The Spouse paid to get it here today resulted in, uh, no power cord. Stoopid Dell.
I have to share The Child's laptop. Which I can do because I'm the boss of her. But it's still a pain.
The good thing? The Child has her playlist a'playin' and I have to admit I'm impressed with the breadth of her musical taste. Oh, sure, there's ample popness of the sort that makes Uncle JP's head squirt but swirled in there is the likes of the Beatles, T Rex, The Clash, Gang of Four, Muse and The Decemberists.
Just gives you hope for the future, don't it?
(And now to perform a naked pagan dance to the FedEx delivery gods).
Labels: computer things, musical types, The Child
cobbled together by Moi at 7:04 PM
6 Comments:
Oh, please, not a naked pagan dance.
take video of the dance...please...
This explains FedEx's new marketing slogan,'When it absolutely,positively has to get there eventually!'..
Ba Ha Ha Ha
Three letters; U P S.
After all it was founded here.
Peace
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Beatles? Attapumpkin.
One must remember the rush is once they get it packed and ON the truck dear, there's rarely any urgency in the getting it ready to go step of the equation.
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