*muttering*... Fuckin' lightening... stupid Best Buy employees... retarded modem piece of shit...

Well Friggin' HI.

I'm back and boy, what a pain right in the ass it was gettin' here, too.
*rolls eyes whilst heaving a disgusted sigh*

The next person who articulates a fondness for lightening in front of me (ERIC or anybody else) gets it- right in the throat.

Fuck lightening.
It's not pretty.
It's pretty DANGEROUS.
It's pretty DESTRUCTIVE.
It's pretty SCARY.
It's pretty fucked up, is what it is.

It also fried a bucncha shit around this farm the other night.

I got it in through the phone line.
Other things got it through electric lines.
I was lucky.
*rolling eyes AGAIN*

How the hell I consider two trips to Best Buy and over 24 hours with no pooter "lucky" is almost beyond me, but... I was.

So... the other night... when was that? Uummm... two nights ago?... hmmmm...
I think it was Sunday night.
Anyway, I'm sittin' here, putzin' around and along comes a storm. I ignore it, at first, because I hate it when shit (people, animlas or things) tries to intimidate me. I don't back down. I may not escalate the situation, but, I also don't back down a single step.
Pushing me is like trying to push an elephant.
As in, "Yeah. Good luck with that, Buddy. You better find another way to get whatcha want, 'cause you ain't gettin' shit this way..."
I mean, Jesus Christ, even that brainless schmuck from Jersey (Wally, my old boss) figured out that much. He even said once, "Hell, even I know if ya want something from her, the way to do it is by being nice, ddduuuuhhhhh... *droool*... I PEED IN THE POOL YAAAAYYYY!!!!!"
ell, okay.
Maybe he never said that last part, but that was probably just because he hadn't thought of it yet.

Anyway, ya want something from me, best to be nice.
Don't be all loud and demanding.
Lightening! Ya hearin' me, up there, ya useless shit?
I hope so.

Still, in spite of alla that, I was still in the process of shutting down this slow-assed fuckin' thing when BOOM!!!
And, actually, I heard the sizzle before I heard/saw the strike. The instant before...
But, hit it did.
Hadda be something right in the driveway, too.
It fried my modem through the phone lines, but never even made the TV blink, shut off the lights for a few, but they came right back on, as did the TV and this machine. However....

"Cannot detect a dial tone."

Shit.

So, off to Best Buy we go.
And, I told Eric right from the getgo, "Let's just go in, get the modem and get the hell home and get it installed. You do remember what a clusterfuck it was last time, right?"

He said he did.
He said "okay" about just getting the shit and leaving.
Pfft.
While I was dealing with the retarded third-world six year old dressed like an employee they have wandering the floor in there, Eric sneaks off to check out the place. After being given the entirely WRONG modem for this thing (obviously, as you'll see), I hadda go find Ricky-tick.
He was in the DVD's.
Damn it.

I tried.
I reeeeally tried not to look.
But, I couldn't he'p it.
I saw so many movies....
I bought so many movies...
Well, only two.
And a CD.
Damn it.

*lmao*

I got The Birdcage and Carrie, two movies I have on (a hundred years old) VHS and the soundtrack of American Graffiti, which I've beeen looking for for FOUR YEARS. I had it when I worked for the moron in Jersey and my tape broke, so I've been looking for it ever since.

FOUND IT!!!!!

Yeah.
I found it.
And The Birdcage.
And Carrie.
*siiigh*

Still can't find the fuckin' (original) Stepford Wives, though... and Best Buy, those geniuses, had the new (horrible, icky) version of it in COMEDY.
That's not a COMEDY.
It's a HORROR film, you dickweeds.
Even the new one oughta be in "horror", because it's got Nicole Kidman in it.
Ew.

Anyway, I come home more broke than I planned, with the WRONG GODDAMNED MODEM, thank you, sales-thing from hell.

Spent half the night fuckin' with it and (just) short of murder, went to bed.
*gritting teeth and growling*

Eric tried his ass off the next day, yesterday, while I was at work, trying to make it work.
Hell, he even stuck the old one back in, in case there had been a "miracle healing", or something.
Nada.

So, off we go again to Best Buy, again with my admonishment to just get the damned modem and go.
Which, we did.
In fact, we not only didn't spend any more than we had to, we walked out of there with $3 more.
Yeah, the correct one was cheaper, too.

Any-ol'-way, we got 'er done and I'm back.
How many of ya's din't even know I was gone?
*giggle*

Gotta run.
People comin' over and stuff.
Back later.

Peace

Posted by: Stevie at 02:24 PM

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