- 10:40:12 PM by mark *
- I wanna go Zero Gee now really fucking BAD!
- 5:49:10 PM by Dodd *
- Hackers wait to exploit MS server flaw?
- 3:28:12 AM by mark *
- Here is the letter I sent to Sharper Image to bitch about my damn Ionic Breeze blinking rather than doing the "working" thing I'd like it to.
My Ionic Breeze (Model SI624) thhe original one I suppose just blinks and blinks when ever I turn it on. That is the "clean me" blinking light but I've done everything but bath with the stupid thing and it won't stop.
The rails are completely clean, the wires inside look intact and clean, the contacts at the bottom of the rails and down inside the machine look clean. I even took compressed air and spritzed out the entire interior of the thing.
Is there anything I can do to get it working? At all? Or should I just throw it away and kiss off all the money I spent on it?
BTW, my sister's (that I bought for her) makes a continual "ringing" noise when running. Can that be helped? I'd have given her my base (since I know it is the long wires ringing as the air moves past them) but my base unit is good for nothing but a faint green flashing in a dark room.
- 1:35:33 AM by mark *
- Hey the new Spell Check added to Blogger fricking rocks! Go Ev!
- 12:44:33 AM by mark *
- This is depressing so you might not want to read it...
Emotional pain is a funny thing. It creeps up on you when you least expect it. A number, a date, a place, or a word and all the sudden you are deep into a fugue, tossed backwards to a time you'd rather forget. You wind up developing defenses to handle that effect.
Today I was reminded how old I was. That doesn't really bother me that much, I'm fully aware of the sun continuing to whirl the earth about and I don't fear the passage of time that much. What happened was that someone mentioned that their little brother was 23 today.
It occurred to me that I hadn't yet done what I do every year somewhere between March 20th and June 20th. And that is calculate how old my little brother would have been. 28, in case you are wondering. And three days, now. The number 20 is the real kicker there, in that he died on a 20, was born on a 20 and was 20 when he died of Leukemia.
For me, I defend against this fugue by telling someone his story. You are spared this because I already got it out of my system on that poor unsuspecting girl at work. "Would have been," was the question she shouldn't have asked, I suppose. Each year it gets a little easier to tell and I smile more while I think of the good bits and the odd ironies and extra time we were granted through various doctor's sheer competence. I still tear up, though.
The only thing I've gotten figured out after all this is that you can't just ignore these aches and pains forever. They leak out, demand attention, catch you off guard. You do have to put it behind you and move on, no matter how fucking stupid that sounds when you are in the middle of those first waves of loss. The trick is to let the last of the pain leak out a little at a time until only the good parts of the story remain.
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