so it begins...
My week is heading down a dangerous path. Yesterday it began: Father's Day, and brother #1 and #2 each got a gift for Paw. #1 presented a new handheld grinder for all those necessary handheld grinding jobs. #2 presented Daddio with his favorite cartoon character, stuffed, dawning a personalized message. I would be brother #3 (we are in no particular order, however I am the youngest if you must know), and #3 spent a week searching for that perfect gift for P. Smurf, but couldn't decide between two gift ideas. #3 opted to purchase the same handy mechanics toolset as the one he owns, based on how conveniently the supreme family ruler found it to be while fixing the (aforementioned) MAF sensor. But wait! This cheap toolset couldn't have cost more than sixteen dollars! How dare you, #3, for even considering such meager expenditures for such a worthy cause! Shame shame shame!
So #3 (still me, but I refuse to acknowledge it) decided to get yet another gift, and convinced his wife to free up more assets to the sum of thirty dollars. This enabled the overzealous brother #3 to purchase the other gift as well, which is a ten-zillion watt 6-foot telescoping portable "supernova" work light, for those late evenings on the lawn or the redirecting of inbound regional flights.
Let me elaborate: The cartoon character is a small stuffed animal. The handheld grinder thingy is about the size of a power drill. The suitcase toolset and the 6-foot telescoping portable supernova work light are slightly larger under the Father's Day tree.
Needless to say, I'm expecting my brother to mention something about compensation, Freudian approval, overzealousness or something even worse. Oh, Dad really liked the gifts.
So that was yesterday. Well, today is day 2 of the spectacular week startup extravaganza. One hour into work I received a tech support email. "Click this virus and upgrade your computer. This virus will help you receive email. This virus is trustworthy, and will not send hundreds of copies of itself throughout your formerly secure network. This has been scanned by your reliable virus scanner and has been found to be virus-free. Mwahahahahaha..."
So I took a few more swigs from my flask, a quick *puff* from the community hooka, and clicked it.
Oops.
I am now operating from an older computer down the hall. Did you know that you can upgrade a Commodore 64 to run Windows XP? No, no you can't.
More on this week, later this week.
dfb
So #3 (still me, but I refuse to acknowledge it) decided to get yet another gift, and convinced his wife to free up more assets to the sum of thirty dollars. This enabled the overzealous brother #3 to purchase the other gift as well, which is a ten-zillion watt 6-foot telescoping portable "supernova" work light, for those late evenings on the lawn or the redirecting of inbound regional flights.
Let me elaborate: The cartoon character is a small stuffed animal. The handheld grinder thingy is about the size of a power drill. The suitcase toolset and the 6-foot telescoping portable supernova work light are slightly larger under the Father's Day tree.
Needless to say, I'm expecting my brother to mention something about compensation, Freudian approval, overzealousness or something even worse. Oh, Dad really liked the gifts.
So that was yesterday. Well, today is day 2 of the spectacular week startup extravaganza. One hour into work I received a tech support email. "Click this virus and upgrade your computer. This virus will help you receive email. This virus is trustworthy, and will not send hundreds of copies of itself throughout your formerly secure network. This has been scanned by your reliable virus scanner and has been found to be virus-free. Mwahahahahaha..."
So I took a few more swigs from my flask, a quick *puff* from the community hooka, and clicked it.
Oops.
I am now operating from an older computer down the hall. Did you know that you can upgrade a Commodore 64 to run Windows XP? No, no you can't.
More on this week, later this week.
dfb
posted by dfb on Monday, June 20, 2005
3 Comments:
I hate you, I hope you die. I didn't realize father's day was a 'who has the biggest weewee' competition or I would have bought the old man an airplane. Also, I'm still P.O.'d about the virus you unleashed on my network. I noticed that you didn't spend as much for Mother's day on mom--or did you give her another, (special) present later (sorry, you said something about Freud, I try not to disappoint)? Hehehe
Yeah well it's a duality: I get Dad the nice tools, I get to use the nice tools. My wife hasn't even caught on to that. Don't you see? It's for ME! MEEEE! That's the only way to shop for gifts... only get people something that you can use too. hehehehe...
dfb
I hate you and your Oedipus remarks.
Remember Oedipus, boy.... Remember him well...
Post a Comment
<< Home