Maybe I’m a little hard of hearing in my old age, but I could have sworn I heard Dorian say that “Mercury is in Gatorade” and that’s why I’m having all these computer woes.
Frankly I don’t see how a bit of liquid metal in a sports drink could have anything to do with it unless someone spilled some on my computer, but that seems unlikely because we don’t really keep that kind of stuff lying around.
For one thing, Mercury is poisonous! That’s right.. even if you ingest a tiny little bit it could kill you deader than dead, and that’s pretty dead my friend.
Also, Gatorade is yucky. I haven’t tried any in years but I’d imagine it still looks and tastes like cold donkey piss. So we don’t have any around here.
Today I’m supposed to get the new adapter to replace the one that died. We ordered it late on Friday, which was what they call “Black Friday,” which was a really bad time to go shopping for a new one but we did anyway, but the guy wanted almost forty bucks for the one he had in stock.
This was in downtown San Francisco, and as we left the store to head home empty-handed we looked up from the bustling crowd and saw these two news helicopters hovering over our heads. THAT, my friends, was the defining moment, because THAT was when I discovered exactly how popular this blog really is!
I mean, here they were, following my every move with huge telephoto lenses as I went store-to-store trying to find a replacement adapter. I could practically hear the announcer shouting over the “chop chop chop” of the rotor-blades, “He’s going into the computer store at fourth and Howard now, and we’re all hoping he gets what he came for, because life won’t be the same for any of us if The Rhodester Chronicles can’t get regular updates. Back to you, Jen and Frank..”
There was a cop standing next to us on the corner as we waited for the light to change in our favor, so I casually commented, “They’re tracking me, you know!”
I pointed upward at the choppers.
He glanced up at them and then slowly looked me up and down. “Actually sir, they’re watching the occupy protestors in Union Square a few blocks away. Um, what did you say your name was again?” His right hand brushed against the canister of pepper spray attached to his belt.
“Nothing! I didn’t! Have a good day officer!” The light changed and we scurried home, being careful to avoid Union Square.
We heard later that shoppers ignored the protestors and practically trampled them to get those three-dollar waffle-makers. Not quite as exciting of a story as Rhodester out adapter-shopping on a Black Friday, but there you have it. Back to you, Frank and Jen..
I am updating on Dorian’s Macbook once again, just as I did yesterday, but hopefully this will be the last time because hopefully my new adapter will arrive soon and hopefully I can use my Netbook to catch-up on this blog, my Facebook, and Candace, my favorite model at Met-Art.
I have yet to figure out how to “clear history” on the Mac.
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