Where are my boots?

Ah the laptops. We were so hopeful when we brought home those lovely boxes containing our new laptops. And then, one-by-one, they died.

The first sign of trouble came when I tried to turn mine on. Why did it miss it's boot? Where was the boot hiding? Is this a further conspiracy by my shoes? If so then they certainly made my life harder. 

When the tragedy became clear we immediately returned and replaced the bootless laptop (should we really discriminate based on whether something has boots?) with one that apparently had  boots.

But that was not the end of it. Then we realized that your laptop was a tortoise in disguise. Which, despite the fable, is not a good thing for a laptop to be. 

We went and had to replace your tortoise with a hare. And when we did we tested it out this time first so that we would know that it was really a hare, not a tortoise in disguise. The result was good, but there was a complication when we returned home, it tried to tell us that it was repairing disk C when you turned it on. 

Whhhhhhy?

When we returned to the store, for the millionth time now, we found out that it was not an issue, you had simply closed the lid too soon when shutting it down, thank goodness. 

All I can say is, it is a good thing we both have good a good warranty. 

 Ninja Laptops

I sit in my room typing. I hear the low "whir"ing of my computer as I contemplate my inevitable doom. Today I took a risk. It was a necessary risk. I just hope they fall for the decoy. I keep looking over my shoulder. I almost expect to see one in the periphery. They are such elusive contraptions.

There was a time when I didn't fear them. But that was before I started to hunt them. . .

This is how I have felt while researching laptops. There are some that want to be found so badly, it is almost like they are hunting you down. I looked on Walmart.com first. The next day my mom gets an email from them with laptop offers. . . creepy. That was the decoy. There are other laptops that I can just sense are out there, hiding. They are such great deals that they just have to make it hard. These are the Ninja Laptops. The Laptops that are beyond my ability to find because they reside on some obscure Hipster website that requires me to know random trivia about the expanded universe of Doctor Who and how it relates to Complex Number Theory (What is a "happy" Prime?).

Anyway, the Internet is a fickle multi-headed beast. Some heads shout really loud, others would prefer to remain in the fringe. . . I'm rambling, aren't I? I tend to over Analogize things.

Time to dive back into the research pool to swim with the Laptops.

The Massive Shoe Rebellion

Ah, I remember. We had a blog. And then we forgot about it. Okay, really it was me who forgot about it. My bad. But now we can write in it again! Yay!

So, part of the reason it has taken me so long to write this post is because I am on a tiny netbook which I probably should have replaced a year ago. I really need to buy a new laptop. Or a desktop, either would be nice. My poor fingers are just not happy typing on this keyboard. Alas, that is my only excuse other than procrastination, and really both are kind of flimsy. Meh, deal with it I guess.

Anyway, my main reason for posting something today is that David and I started a writing group and we are going to make this part of it. So you should see more from us pretty consistently.

My secondary reason for writing this blog post is… I wore two different kinds of shoes today. They were both blue and they were both slip on shoes, but they were very different other than that. I didn't even realize I was wearing non-matching shoes until I was heading for my first break at work.

Yeaaaaah, I kinda fail.

Apparently I was not paying much attention to my feet this morning. Or maybe my shoes are forming a rebellion against me and the shoe that I didn't mean to wear was an undercover spy for the resistance faction.

The second one seems more likely to me. I should probably be more careful. I will hire a bodyguard, just to be safe.

Hopefully this is not the last thing you hear from me. But if it is, you know why.

And it came to pass. . . I like cheese >> Und es begab sich. . . Ich Käse gern

(Author's note: This was written in September of 2011. . . Fail)

            So, here it is: the explanation of our silence. First, there was the filibuster of the first post. Then I created a Second post to replace it for the time being. Then. . . I started working, and just a few weeks ago I posted the “first” post. Katrina and I haven't really had time to write. Not that many people are reading this. . . Maybe one. But still, one reader is far better than none.

            Here's the thing, I am going to try to post more (meaning, more often than once a month). Here is the basic structure I am going probably fall into:

            -Awesome Title

            -At least one phrase in a foreign language ('cause those are cool)

            -Something funny that's happened recently (Give my story telling skills some practice)

            -Any pertinent news about. . . anything.

            -Something cryptic

            -Occasional other stories or writings that I feel inclined to post

            -Other things that I can't think of doing at the moment, just because I haven't done them yet

            Okay, check list:

-Awesome title? DONE! 

-Foreign language? DONE! 

-Something funny. . . recent. Hmmmmm. . .  (Author's note from 2014: Kinda failed at being recent.)

            Got it. Post link to article. Adult children's 'bad mothering' lawsuit dismissed: Courts>> “Emotional distress” alleged due to failure to buy toys, bad birthday card.

   http://www.sltrib.com/sltrib/world/52469658-68/garrity-card-court-lawsuit.html.csp

            . . . I thought it was a joke. I'm still have hoping that it is a joke. PLEASE tell me it's a joke!The 'evidence' against their mother includes a cartoon tomato on a birthday card, and verbal testimony about curfew times, arguments over the proper budgeting of, what I call, 'the party dress fund', and telling her then 7 year old boy to buckle his seat belt. . . and they tried to sue her for $50,000!

           Um. . . okay. Make of that what you will. This is the subject matter I would see in humorous  fictional news journal. This is the sort of article I would WRITE for a humorous fictional news journal.

           

            I think that covers both something funny, and pertinent news.

            “That that is is that that is not is not is that it” Make sense of that jumble of words by inserting proper punctuation.

            Das ist alles. Aufweitersehn!

-David

Joint-seperatism of total coolness

David: I must say from the get go that this blog was my idea. . . Unless no one likes it, in which case Katrina made me do it.

Katrina: Well I think we actually came up with it from the collective Feil family brain, but if you want to lay claim to it that is okay with me.

David: Heh, you sound like the Borg. monotone "Resistance is futile. Join the collective!" runs

Katrina: What can I say? Our charisma is catchy. Very difficult to resist being pulled in. nodds

David: Why did we start this again? To bore people with our "irresistible dialogue"?

Katrina: Well duh, that is why it is called Borg.

Or is it Blog?

David: . . . Your face.

The Second Post

This was to be the second post of this blog. Let us refresh some definitions.

Post-
1. A wooden or metallic spike, most commonly used vertically in the ground for the purpose of anchoring a fence or other similar structures.
2. A physical notice, bulletin or letter.
3. A prefix to denote an object, word, idea or any other thing, coming after something else. (i.e. postmortem, means "after death")
4. An informative, recreational, or just plain dumb combination of words which are placed conspicuously on a social networking site, other Internet resource or blog.

Second-
1. A small measurement of time, 1/60th of a minute, 1/3600th of an hour, 1/86400th of a day, etc. . .
2. After the first. The position held by the number 2. Also used to designate the next oldest from the eldest child (i.e. the second born). The item of business that comes post-premiere
3. Second(s) is often used to inform others of one's intention to get more food. "I believe I will have seconds now." See First(s)


Now I ask you, is this the second post? I think not! Do you want to know why? Because it is the first! Why is it the first? Because the original first post is being held hostage by my wonderful co-author. So, any further delays will now be blamed on. . . her. *humph*