But odds are the customer service rep would just go "Huh?"

Odds in favor of "Huh?" are indeed strong, but there's always a slender chance you'll get a rep who not only gets it but has been slogging through call after dreary call hoping for something like this, who will forever remember this as a service call for the ages, the crown of a service rep's career, a call of pure and glorious magic. And parrots.

Much, much love to you, Strix. If I had it to spare I'd give it to you and not even take the bag, but we're having a direly lean week here too.

Laptops and liquids are a hazard. Matilda has done to mine what your cat did to yours several times, once with a bowl of cereal.

I can't remember the other one I've seen recently, but this Star Trek customer service log is pretty good: [link]

Oh, JZ, you doll. Everyone local I know is broke. I posted in case some Buffistas know anyone with disposable income. (It was hard for me to post since my mom got it for me, and I am shamesles, but horribly sentimental, but needs must...)

The laptop FUBAR was my first, at the worst possible time. THAT DARNED CAT!!!

I've had good results selling "luxury goods" on eBay, for what that's worth.

Is that construction used anywhere else? I never saw it until I moved here, and I was told that it's a western PA thing.

I had more than one co-worker in NE Indiana who used it. It bugged me a little, but I've since heard it coming out of my own mouth. I prefer "needs verb-ing"

Kate, if you're ever looking for a higher-level Cumberbatch-y gift, you might try acquiring video that is not available in the US for her, possibly including Fortysomething (where he plays Hugh Laurie's son), the Stephen Hawing movie he was in, and/pr Third Star (which, kleenex warning). When I went looking, there weren't US DVDs, though that may have changed.

Heard back from mechanic, alternator needs replacings, and the car should be available later today!

well, this isn't a Pallas Cat, but I think it's funny ... maybe mean, but funny.

The grumpy cat article has been modified to say the amount is false.

I sympathise with the aching buffistas. My job rides on a drop of pee and how they react to medical documentation. I hear today, and I can't calm down.

And I need a dilaudid day tomorrow whether I start work Thursday or not.

I'm a broke bundle of anxiety.

Ornerous Task 1 - complete. Contacted the photographer and CJ's senior pictures are FINALLY available to be picked up. It has been months. Of course, I don't have frames for them yet - might pick them up and stash them in my room until I have frames.

Ornerous Task 2 - Need to call the doctor's office to schedule an appointment.

Ornerous Task 3 - I have a meeting of the parent support unit for CJ's search and rescue team. After all the work on the auction, I'm still kinda burnt out. But I'm a co-chair and missed last month's meeting, so I need to be there and get with the planning for next week's family holiday party. Don't wanna.

Ok, phone call time. Why does that kick off my anxiety.