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And in the "There's always some moron who wrecks it for the rest of us" department, somebody didn't read the directions about not turning around and reselling items made from somebody else's pattern, much less the part about ESPECIALLY NOT WHEN THEY'RE NOT BY THE ORIGINAL COPYRIGHT HOLDER. Auntie Beeb is a lot nicer about This Sort Of Thing than, say, Viacom, but there's only so much any corp can legally ignore, y'know... Get knitting those Adipose, kids, we might need 'em.
In other news, still very much in a "I'll end up being found two weeks later half-eaten by an alsatian" sort of funk, but at least it's warmed up enough that I was able to get some more of my planting done. It remains to be seen whether anything will ever sprout at this rate, but I tried, anyway.
And I keep forgetting to mention that we finally got the microwave sorted:
The built-in microwave, being lowered on a hoist
The $180 part, that thankfully was under a 10-year warranty
Microwave Repair Guy Erv was a talkative sort, and expounded at length upon the shrinking Chicago parochial school system (I made the mistake of answering a question about where I went to high school, and it turned out he'd gone to Gordon Tech), illegal immigration (against), Bush (loathed), Obama (for), current neighborhood (gentrifying), old neighborhood (sucks rocks), the burlesque theater around the corner (went there once on a dare... with his wife), and his theory that every day you see a cow, which for that day was the poster of the 400-lb Butter Cow you can see part of in that first picture. Curiously, even though he must have made a dozen trips back out to the truck for various drills and such, he never once said a word about this:
I guess when you lead the exciting life of a Microwave Repair Man, taxidermied midgets are something you just take right in your stride...
In other news, still very much in a "I'll end up being found two weeks later half-eaten by an alsatian" sort of funk, but at least it's warmed up enough that I was able to get some more of my planting done. It remains to be seen whether anything will ever sprout at this rate, but I tried, anyway.
And I keep forgetting to mention that we finally got the microwave sorted:
The built-in microwave, being lowered on a hoist
The $180 part, that thankfully was under a 10-year warranty
Microwave Repair Guy Erv was a talkative sort, and expounded at length upon the shrinking Chicago parochial school system (I made the mistake of answering a question about where I went to high school, and it turned out he'd gone to Gordon Tech), illegal immigration (against), Bush (loathed), Obama (for), current neighborhood (gentrifying), old neighborhood (sucks rocks), the burlesque theater around the corner (went there once on a dare... with his wife), and his theory that every day you see a cow, which for that day was the poster of the 400-lb Butter Cow you can see part of in that first picture. Curiously, even though he must have made a dozen trips back out to the truck for various drills and such, he never once said a word about this:
I guess when you lead the exciting life of a Microwave Repair Man, taxidermied midgets are something you just take right in your stride...