This has been the unique weekend... the weekend that happens like once every 10 years. And I just happened to be in freaking East Texas when it happened. And where was I when the shuttle broke apart and the sonic boom could be heard all across Lonvgview? In bed. Do I have any pieces of said shuttle? No. Did I EVEN GO LOOKING?!? No. And a freaking shame that is. As illegal and probably dangerous as it is, I can't help but musing how cool it would be to have a part of the space shuttle. And how did I find out? My dad called me at 8 in the damned morning and then kept calling back every half hour in hopes that I'd heard something. At 10 the phone went off the hook.
And as if yesterday wasn't freaky enough, today the hot water wasn't working. That's right, someone/something managed to mess up the everfull, invincible Tyler East Boilers which have been providing all of the hot water anyone could want for as long as anyone can remember. Not even Lurch or Dr. Roden could recall a time when the Tyler East boilers weren't doing their thing... and that's a lot of freaking time. But NO... it had to be this morning that the boilers decided to act up, and so I trudged over to Tyler West and shower with the guys over there. And all because I got conned into going to church by someone who ended up not going this morning. Lesson to self: if you're going to do something, and it goes wrong, make sure that the scapegoat gets a good firm thrashing. And I expect that both my evil twin and the geeks at NASA who screwed up (or whomever it was that did) will get good firm thrashings.
Posted by Vengeful Cynic at February 2, 2003 07:42 AM