for king midas in reverse, the third time truly is the charm
now playing: crickets...real ones...outside the kitchen window
ok, before i start here...this shit is just too funny.
swallow what you're drinking before you read any further....
done?
ok.
bob novak...you know novak, right? the guy who blew CIA operative valerie plames' cover in his national newspaper column? the guy who still hasn't revealed the identity of the individual who passed this information on to him - and individual guilty of a federal crime as a result of revealing the identity of a CIA operative?
yeah, that bob novak.
today, this guy sits in front of a tv camera in front of a nationwide television audience, and says that CBS should reveal its source for the document analysis on the killian papers.
does that just slay ya or what?
as brodsky would say, "how's that for a fuckin' black fly in your chardonnay?"
oh, and bobby? just as an aside, cbs has already given their analyst a name, if you haven't noticed.
alright. i feel better now.
anyway, tonight makes the third night in a weeks' time that i've missed a musical appointment of some sort...rehearsal with nik early on, then with one of my bands last night, and tonight with blake. i left work at 7:30, drove straight to phoenixville (got hung up there because of a stupid problem with a previous (hidden) installation of norton systemworks that totally screwed the computer after i installed another AV client on it without checking for the older norton install), then from there to collegeville to straighten out a printer situation and an eaten-alive startup file. when i booted up her machine after installing her printer drivers, i attached it to the internet for around ten minutes or so, monitoring the packets sent over the connection...the sent packets outnumbered the received packets by 3 to 1 easily. no mystery there. ran hijack this and removed over a dozen lines of offending browser hijackers and all of a sudden, she was back to normal.
she gave me $20 and three bottles of jimmy neutron children's chewable vitamins as a token of her appreciation.
i really am the adam "wedding singer" sandler of computer repair.
vitamins.
so if anyone has a small child who would benefit from three boxes of jimmy neutron chewable vitamins, email me. they're yours, free of charge.
(but if you wanna send me one of your special, homemade meatballs in trade, i promise to carry it around in my pocket for at least a day.)
tom hampton, ladies and gentlemen. computer tech to the golden girls.
anyway...nik, darryl, and blake...guys, i publicly apologize for everything that's gone down this week to keep me from being where i was supposed to be at the various times i was supposed to be somewhere other than where i was. (or, in certain cases, for not being able to be in two places at once.)
i think i'm going to try and repair some of my karma by getting up in the morning and offering to take my ex-girlfriend and her daughter out to lunch for her birthday. every little bit helps. i hope.
ok, before i start here...this shit is just too funny.
swallow what you're drinking before you read any further....
done?
ok.
bob novak...you know novak, right? the guy who blew CIA operative valerie plames' cover in his national newspaper column? the guy who still hasn't revealed the identity of the individual who passed this information on to him - and individual guilty of a federal crime as a result of revealing the identity of a CIA operative?
yeah, that bob novak.
today, this guy sits in front of a tv camera in front of a nationwide television audience, and says that CBS should reveal its source for the document analysis on the killian papers.
does that just slay ya or what?
as brodsky would say, "how's that for a fuckin' black fly in your chardonnay?"
oh, and bobby? just as an aside, cbs has already given their analyst a name, if you haven't noticed.
alright. i feel better now.
anyway, tonight makes the third night in a weeks' time that i've missed a musical appointment of some sort...rehearsal with nik early on, then with one of my bands last night, and tonight with blake. i left work at 7:30, drove straight to phoenixville (got hung up there because of a stupid problem with a previous (hidden) installation of norton systemworks that totally screwed the computer after i installed another AV client on it without checking for the older norton install), then from there to collegeville to straighten out a printer situation and an eaten-alive startup file. when i booted up her machine after installing her printer drivers, i attached it to the internet for around ten minutes or so, monitoring the packets sent over the connection...the sent packets outnumbered the received packets by 3 to 1 easily. no mystery there. ran hijack this and removed over a dozen lines of offending browser hijackers and all of a sudden, she was back to normal.
she gave me $20 and three bottles of jimmy neutron children's chewable vitamins as a token of her appreciation.
i really am the adam "wedding singer" sandler of computer repair.
vitamins.
so if anyone has a small child who would benefit from three boxes of jimmy neutron chewable vitamins, email me. they're yours, free of charge.
(but if you wanna send me one of your special, homemade meatballs in trade, i promise to carry it around in my pocket for at least a day.)
tom hampton, ladies and gentlemen. computer tech to the golden girls.
anyway...nik, darryl, and blake...guys, i publicly apologize for everything that's gone down this week to keep me from being where i was supposed to be at the various times i was supposed to be somewhere other than where i was. (or, in certain cases, for not being able to be in two places at once.)
i think i'm going to try and repair some of my karma by getting up in the morning and offering to take my ex-girlfriend and her daughter out to lunch for her birthday. every little bit helps. i hope.
posted by tom at 01:13
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