Plug it in where the sockets fit?
t /don't have a cellphone, is a mysterious device that lets you talk to AIR
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Plug it in where the sockets fit?
t /don't have a cellphone, is a mysterious device that lets you talk to AIR
That's just it. I know I am supposed to somehow fit together the charger and the phone's charging element. I just don't know how the hell that is supposed to happen.
t cranky
Also? A 17 lb cat stumbling around on the out tray of a printer sounds very similar to a 7 lb cat standing on the ON button.
Freaky.
Perkins, I am not mocking. I am wallowing with you in confusion.
I am a physics BS who was trained by a tinkerer and I swore madly when I bought a car cd player converter/adaptor and it came with all these weird plugs. WTF. I fix my own stereo and rewire parts of my apartment. But the Tech sometimes confounds me.
Stupid state tax question that might be CA only:
I don't see how that works. I'm going to mail in the whopping $32 with my "reference" paperwork, and cross my fingers.
That should do. I vaguely recall reports of post office craziness as people try to get their stuff in with the 4/15 postmark.
( On the assumption that state and federal craziness is all equal. I'm too paranoid and freak if I do it less than 2 weeks in advance.)
So, uh, anybody here watching Numb3rs? Cause I'd like to geek-kibbitz a little, but if I'm the only one watching, it's self-geeking, which is just embarrassing.
I'm halfwatching.... Which means I am retaining nothing.
Aw, hell, ita, you've just given me ghastly gut-cramps. Zmayhem taxes aren't quite done, Hec can't find the confirmatory email from TaxSlayer with our password (um, yes, actually, I DID choose TaxSlayer because of Buffy), t /super-lame-o and since we can't access the in-progress return without the password I was just about to switch over to Turbo Tax. But we have no printer, and we have slightly over 4 hours to go, with no time to wait and no way to print and mail. Fuck.
t facepalm
t headdesk
::cries::
Perkins, I am not mocking. I am wallowing with you in confusion.
Oh, I know, sarameg. Like I said, I be cranky, because I have to have this work, and I don't have time to figure out why it's not. I think I'm just going to have to go back to the verizon store and bitch.