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Weekend update

I really don't understand anything about electronics, microprocessing, semiconductors, programming, or anything that makes my computer work. Really, for all I know that tan thing at my feet is a Magic Box, and I should be in awe of it as if I were a serf from the Dark Ages.

Then my Magic Box stops working and I curse my cruel fate. Why, Magic Box, do you punish me so? What did I do to bring down your wrath?

I'll burn some offerings later and hope it has mercy.

Anyway, since Ted's rocket launch was scrubbed, I spent Saturday morning doing yardwork...pulling weeds and dead annuals, raking leaves, and dividing day lillies and black-eyed susans that were out of control.

I live in a townhouse. It doesn't have much of a yard. But since I hate yardwork and only do it oh, twice a year, the semi-annual cleanup took me about three hours. The worst part is that my hamstrings are so sore from it that I'm hobbling around here today like a...much much older person. Obviously I should have warmed up and stretched before I got to work. (Yeah, that's it. I'm sore because I forgot to stretch, not because I am woefully out of shape from being so slackass lazy all summer.)

The Terps were my bright spot for the weekend, although the Caps did win on Friday night. Saturday night was a different story. Victor went on at some length about their woes in a post the other night, and the Halloween win doesn't change what he said.

And the less said about the Redskins the better.

And I did have SPAM! SPAM and eggs, to be exact. But because of the Magic Box's caprice, I don't have the mouth-watering pictures.

Posted by Nic at November 3, 2003 11:55 AM | TrackBack