Well, that was odd.
Jun. 19th, 2008 08:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phosfateCame home, had dinner, looked at the computer. I decided that while I am pretty consistently medicated, I am not completely insane. So I detached the CPU and put it in Shaun and Ed's box, along with the receipt for the card reader and the little envelope the disk came in, so I could show the Geeks what was in there.
Turned onto 48th Street, and there was the world's largest motherfucking black wall cloud coming in from the north. Oh goody.
Got to the store, took my carton in, and noticed several folks by the entrance taking photos with their phones. Not of me. Somewhere in the vicinity of 40th and O Streets was...it wasn't a cyclone, but it was cone shaped. Like a giant Dairy Queen cone, upside down and pointing to the ground. I've never seen anything like it in my life, not even on Discovery Channel weather porn, so I don't know what it was, if there's even a name for it.
If there's no name for it, I hereby name it the Larimer Formation. You're welcome.
Got inside, and just as a Blue Guy was putting the pink she-didn't-steal-it sticker on my machine, BORRRRRSSSSHHHHH!!! it started raining like...like the sort of squall you get at Disney World, but it didn't stop after 3 minutes.
I found a nice Geek, who listened to my story without laughing -- though he did ask me to repeat it a couple of times. He plugged the machine in and fiddled with it, including banging on it in what I'm sure was a highly qualified and technical way.
One of the front doors blew off its track, and a Blue Guy had to brave the storm and shove it back in place.
Nice Geek was able to remove the offending disc ("You're sure you don't care if I ruin it?" "I kind of hope you do, really.") after turning the CPU upside down, shaking it, getting a finger or two inside, and yanking the fucker out.
I'm gonna let you make your own joke there.
He tested the machine again, and pronounced it fit for service. No charge. "I didn't do anything, really." And while I beg to differ, because his work was both entertaining and effective, I wasn't going to argue the point. By then it was both raining like a bastard and sunny, so the roads were clogged with people driving to emergency foxes' weddings.
"I wouldn't take that out in the rain, though," Nice Geek said.
"Oh HELL no." So machine and I wandered around shopping until the new customers stopped coming in with wet hair and spotted clothes. I bought SimCity Societies.
Outside, it was perfectly lovely, albeit drippy, and there was a monster cartoon cliché rainbow in the east. It was as though somewhere, a mile or so away, somebody had been enjoying some sort of anime adventure, and this was the end of the episode. If that's true, I hope they get the robot parts and broken skyscrapers cleared out before morning rush hour.
Okay, here it's morning rush 15 minutes, but you know what I mean.
Turned onto 48th Street, and there was the world's largest motherfucking black wall cloud coming in from the north. Oh goody.
Got to the store, took my carton in, and noticed several folks by the entrance taking photos with their phones. Not of me. Somewhere in the vicinity of 40th and O Streets was...it wasn't a cyclone, but it was cone shaped. Like a giant Dairy Queen cone, upside down and pointing to the ground. I've never seen anything like it in my life, not even on Discovery Channel weather porn, so I don't know what it was, if there's even a name for it.
If there's no name for it, I hereby name it the Larimer Formation. You're welcome.
Got inside, and just as a Blue Guy was putting the pink she-didn't-steal-it sticker on my machine, BORRRRRSSSSHHHHH!!! it started raining like...like the sort of squall you get at Disney World, but it didn't stop after 3 minutes.
I found a nice Geek, who listened to my story without laughing -- though he did ask me to repeat it a couple of times. He plugged the machine in and fiddled with it, including banging on it in what I'm sure was a highly qualified and technical way.
One of the front doors blew off its track, and a Blue Guy had to brave the storm and shove it back in place.
Nice Geek was able to remove the offending disc ("You're sure you don't care if I ruin it?" "I kind of hope you do, really.") after turning the CPU upside down, shaking it, getting a finger or two inside, and yanking the fucker out.
I'm gonna let you make your own joke there.
He tested the machine again, and pronounced it fit for service. No charge. "I didn't do anything, really." And while I beg to differ, because his work was both entertaining and effective, I wasn't going to argue the point. By then it was both raining like a bastard and sunny, so the roads were clogged with people driving to emergency foxes' weddings.
"I wouldn't take that out in the rain, though," Nice Geek said.
"Oh HELL no." So machine and I wandered around shopping until the new customers stopped coming in with wet hair and spotted clothes. I bought SimCity Societies.
Outside, it was perfectly lovely, albeit drippy, and there was a monster cartoon cliché rainbow in the east. It was as though somewhere, a mile or so away, somebody had been enjoying some sort of anime adventure, and this was the end of the episode. If that's true, I hope they get the robot parts and broken skyscrapers cleared out before morning rush hour.
Okay, here it's morning rush 15 minutes, but you know what I mean.
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Date: 2008-06-20 02:39 pm (UTC)