I sometimes like to play a game where I guess how long the piece of electronic equipment will last when I am in charge of it. I swear to you I have like a magnet installed somewhere under my fat flabs that skeewampuses up the equipment and all I need to do is sit back, wait, and rake in the money when I inevitably guess the correct amount of time. And no… I don’t try to do it on purpose… it just happens.
For example… after I broke my camera on my almost half marathon a few weeks back, I ordered a new one, got it in the mail and already, less than 2 weeks in the lens won’t close all the way when I turn the camera off and the video records in a lovely bluey-purpley-greeny color. Which is cool and all, except last time I checked my gene pool did not include Papa Smurf or any of the dudes (things? aliens? weirdbutt contraptions?) from that movie, Avatar.
Nextly this same week, I broke my desktop mouse in the middle of work… it just up and quit moving… and yes I did try plugging it back in and shutting the computer off, and throwing it at the wall, and crushing it with my Tonka truck… still didn’t work. So, I had to leave work to go and buy a new mouse… the countdown has started for how long the new one will last!
Thirdly this same week, I’ve somehow managed to break the mouse in my laptop only a few weeks after having taken it into the shop to repair the weirded out Windows system and paid 150 bucks to get it repaired after them telling me it was a perfectly good laptop and would be worth the cost to repair. To top that off, the place I took it to be repaired (this is a drinking game… 2 swigs of Ovaltine every time I say the word repair oooo… did it again… swig, swig, swig) just went out of business approximately 1 week after I picked up my computer. There goes the lifetime warranty they offered when I bought my desktop computer from them. Maybe I put them out of business with my all-things-electronic queenliness. Call me Queen Electrified… kind of like Queen Latifah, except really different… and a much lamer thing to be queen of. So, anyway… when I click the left side of the mouse, it brings up what it would bring up if I clicked the right side of the mouse… and when I click the right side of the mouse, it brings up the number for the Behavioral Health Unit. JOKES… it doesn’t bring up anything, but that would be really beneficial if it did bring up the BHU number… I’m telling you!
All this to say… if I disappear from blogging land for a few days, you will know what went down in my Queenly Land of Loserville… meanwhile… anyone have a TV or something they need me to break?
Question of the Day: I’m looking for a quality point-and-shoot portable camera… it needs to rock my socks… what kind of camera do you own? Do you like it?
craving a life 