My god, I do not have the patience for the Northeasterner tendency to argue every step of the way. "It's broken, why is it broken! Why did your people break this? Did you know it was broken? It wasn't broken this morning! What did you do!" Fucking drama queens. Nothing puts my temper to the breaking point like people for whom everything has to be accompanied by outrage and exclamation points.

The aggressive ignorance of Texans (yes, that's a probably unfounded stereotype, but I own it) is just annoying, but it does not trigger rage like the ones--most often Northeasterners--who attack first and always. And I'm a born Northeasterner! Unless rural western Pennsylvanians are different.

I think I have successfully swapped my old modem for the new one, and remaining work-work can wait until tomorrow. That's probably all I'm getting done today.

Good luck with dropping the commute, tommyrot!

Other than popcorn not appealing to me at all right now, Hec's crack!corn sounds pretty good. Maybe I can find something else to through those flavors on to...

Started email convo with Mac's math teacher. Always fun to try and get across the sentiment that yes he is a great kid, but just to let you know he will lie to you and me as long as you let him slide. She had no entered any zeros in for his homework until the end of the six weeks so I did not catch his failing until then WHEN IT IS TOO LATE TO FIX! Jesusita chica, give parents info to work with.

I've been trying to troubleshoot my mother's new mobility scooter, through phone calls and text messages to my mother (who is at home, but not on the same level of the house as the scooter, and her back is hurting so she can't go down the stairs to where the scooter is) and my father (who is at work, and who allegedly read the instruction manual and tried to assemble the scooter yesterday.) According to my dad, the scooter is much too heavy for even one healthy person to lift, and is certainly too heavy and unwieldy for my mom to lift to get it into and out of the car. According to my mom, the salesman said that she could lift it in and out of the car herself. So my dad said that the salesman must be a liar, then.

Actual solution: the piece that my dad said is too heavy to lift? Release a lever on it, and it splits into two pieces, which are smaller and lighter and liftable. It took me about 10 minutes of reading the manual to figure this out. My dad, who claims to have read the manual, had no clue that the pieces could separate. So he says that he'll look at it again when he gets home from work. (Knowing him, this means he will not look at the manual, but will look at the scooter and try to figure out how to separate the pieces, and will probably end up breaking something.)

This is why my mother has not let my father assemble anything without my supervision since the time I was about 10.

Equipment salespeople lie like rugs, sad but true.

I watched someone in a parking lot this weekend pull the pieces of a scooter out of a car trunk and assemble it. I was both highly impressed and dismayed at the idea of someone who needs a scooter trying to wrestle those pieces.

With this one, according to the website, the heaviest piece is 34 pounds.

Timelies all!

Got to work, turned on my computer and found the screen was kinda dark. I could just about make out the icons, but had no idea where the cursor was. Called IT, they said they'd put an emergency ticket in to the guy in my building. Sat around twiddling my thumbs. Computer went into sleep/screensaver mode. I moved my mouse, and the screen was back to normal. IT guy never got to me. (I do think I need a new computer, as this laptop is pretty old-2007 I think.)

With this one, according to the website, the heaviest piece is 34 pounds.

That's kind of a lot! Clearly it depends on what your disability is.

Hil, stop reading this post now.

OMG, you guys, the pulled pork I made over the summer continues to be fucking delicious. I love having delicious food in the freezer! It's not helping any with the kale in the fridge, but I'll come up with something.

That's kind of a lot! Clearly it depends on what your disability is.

That's what I was thinking. I'd have problems getting that out of the trunk of a car--and back in.