So let’s see, I get to go from working 65 hours a week between two jobs, to 70-80 now on just one job. sounds like fun for all. earnings season is upon us. or me.

I submit to you two examples of why the age of 33 starts the gradual decline into senility (yeah that’s the right spelling, i looked it up).

ex. 1)

My Fraudstripe cable modem stopped being all blinky. Not a huge deal, as I use FIOS these days and keep it only as a backup. It would come back soon enough. Or so I thought.

After about a week of no blinks, I figured I’d lodge a complaint. I went through all the pre-call motions: unplugged the modem, reset the router, rebooted the computer a few times. no dice.

after sitting on hold for 15 minutes, and being told there was a problem in my area on the prerecorded message, I was preparing my speech for getting a credit… they didn’t know I only use it as an occasionaly unlocked hotspot. But a week’s worth of no internet had to be worth something.

I finally get a lady, who kindly listens to my complaint. After I told her all the crap I’d done to get it working again so she wouldn’t walk me through the stupid shit like “ok sir are you sure it’s plugged in” she says:

“ok. so, you might feel a bit silly. I mean, don’t feel silly. Your modem is, ummmm, on standby. There’s a button on the top you need to hit.”

and sure enough, I got to be THAT GUY. The very guy that is the reason for them asking you those incredibly stupid questions like “is there electricity in your house” at the start of your call.

ex 2)

Being spring, I’m on my usual kick of trying to get my grass as green as possible, until I give up when summer comes and the sun bakes it brown.

To my surprise, I started having all these brown spots show up. I mean, we’re talking like two dozen. Most of them perfectly round. Like crop circles. Save for one huge area in the shape of the letter U.

I’m pretty dumbfounded. After some intense watering, as well as on the lookout for tiny martians or Mel Gibson landing in my yard, I gave up. Until the neighbor wandered over. After some casual chit chat, he asked what the hell I had done.

“All I’ve done is put down some crab grass stuff, and then I walked around spraying just some regular ol’ Roundup for the random weeds.”

And then it dawned on me.

Wrong Roundup. I look over at the jug. It’s got a blue top. blue top =’s bad. As in, Weed AND GRASS Killer Roundup. fack me. I killed the weeds allright, and everything else around them.

I got to spend an afternoon digging up all the spots and flipping them over to replant seed. Although it was tempting to spray an FCK around the U.

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It’s Brandon weekend! I get to pick him up at the airport at like 8ish or somethin’ tomorrow night. He’s staying in town til I fly him back Sunday morning. Lots of pictures coming of me trying to act entirely too cool with the SYTYCD celeb.

No Myst this time around as he’s only 20. Although I hear rumors of a bonfire at Brandee’s. forecast calls for rain

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