I think it sounds like a lot of work,
Um, yeah. And it sounds fucking insane to me, too. Who has that kind of time????
Slap my hand now!
Anya ,'Empty Places'
Spike's Bitches 24: I'm Very Seldom Naughty.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Cashmere - Jul 05, 2005 7:22:06 am PDT #8474 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
Susan W. - Jul 05, 2005 7:25:48 am PDT #8475 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
t more of the same....
tommyrot - Jul 05, 2005 7:26:43 am PDT #8476 of 10001
Sir, it's not an offence to let your cat eat your bacon. Okay? And we don't arrest cats, I'm very sorry.
Not only can I fucking not get into my fucking gmail, the fucking TV won't fucking turn on! The Tivo and the cable box all look to be working. It's the TV itself. I've tried turning it on with both remotes and with the button on the set, and nothing. Nada.
Have you tried unplugging the TV, waiting a bit, and plugging it back in?
Cashmere - Jul 05, 2005 7:27:42 am PDT #8477 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
my gmail's back.
Trudy Booth - Jul 05, 2005 7:29:17 am PDT #8478 of 10001
Greece's financial crisis threatens to take down all of Western civilization - a civilization they themselves founded. A rather tragic irony - which is something they also invented. - Jon Stewart
Family lore has my Father toilet training himself at 10 months. When he had to go he'd fuss until his Mother put him on the potty too.
See, his brother who was 18 months older was potty-training at the time.
He was the only one of her eight children (all similarly spaced) to do so.
sj - Jul 05, 2005 7:29:29 am PDT #8479 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
So I've got this toddler who's conditioned to expect Sesame Street right after breakfast screaming her head off.
That sucks, Susan. I remember the tantrum my nephew threw when they changed the time on one of his favorite tv shows. It was awful. Best of luck with everything.
Susan W. - Jul 05, 2005 7:30:40 am PDT #8480 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
my gmail's back.
So's mine. And after all that angst, there's absolutely nothing of any importance in it. An author newsletter, and a couple of things from Yahoo groups.
Have you tried unplugging the TV, waiting a bit, and plugging it back in?
Hmm. I'll go see if I can actually access the cords. The way we've got it blocked off for child-proofing, it may be impossible for one person with a dodgy back.
Beverly - Jul 05, 2005 7:31:23 am PDT #8481 of 10001
Days shrink and grow cold, sunlight through leaves is my song. Winter is long.
Topic!Cindy - Jul 05, 2005 7:34:34 am PDT #8482 of 10001
What is even happening?
Bring the exersaucer in the bathroom, or position it right outside the bathroom door, if it won't fit in the bathroom, proper. Take your shower. Let her yell. She won't die. She might even enjoy the change of scenery.
Your world will look better after the shower.
Also, odds are someone (*cough*possibly Annabel*cough*) pressed some stupid button on the TV, or one of the remotes, and you'll figure out your TV, after you've showered and had something to eat.
Susan W. - Jul 05, 2005 7:40:24 am PDT #8483 of 10001
Good Trouble and Righteous Fights
OK, I can reach the power strip itself, but without moving the entertainment center (way too heavy for one person with a bad back), I can't tell which cord is which. If I accidentally unplug the Tivo or the cable box while figuring out which is the TV, will that cause any problems that will take DH as the tech-savvy member of the household more than 5 minutes to fix when he comes home tonight?
Sorry I freaked out like that. I just got a little overwhelmed there, with everything going wrong at once, it seemed like. I'm still terrified that the TV is broken beyond repair, but I'm feeling a little less like it's my fault and that I deserve it for so screwing up my life. I do, however, wonder if I'm insane for getting so upset.
Annabel isn't screaming anymore. She's playing quietly in her playpen.