FlasshePoint

Life, Minutiae, Toys, Irrational Phobias, Peeves, Fiber

Weird Childhood Mystery Explained

Yesterday, one of my co-workers was talking about how she is allergic to cedar and that the cedar count was currently high, aggravating her allergies. In my worst Beavis & Butthead voice, I went “Heh hee??? she said cedar“. Everyone looked at me like I was clinically retarded. I had to explain [...]

Snowy Day Rumination

Getting hammered with the ol’ late season blizzard today, with wind and lots of wet, heavy snow. Someone wanna come do my shoveling for me, so I don’t throw my back out again?
Hey, how come manufacturers of jeans don’t make odd-inch lengths? I can never find jeans that fit me. I need [...]

Local Award Season

Our local alternative weekly Westword came out with its annual Best of Denver issue last week. A CD by one of the bands my brother-in-law Glen plays bass with, Wanker, got the award for Best Audio Alternative to a Handful of Vaseline. I wish the webpage showed the accompanying cartoon, which took up [...]

How Green is my Invisible Plane?

I love that there’s a holiday devoted to just drinking and acting stupid, but shouldn’t it always fall on a weekend? It should be a real, organized holiday where hordes of righteous, good, teetotalling samaritans are posted at drinking establishments everywhere in order to act as designated drivers for the rest of us fools. [...]

Adventures in PC Frustation Land

I’m back. Got the new PC working and everything I need (hopefully) transferred over from the old one. I actually ended up bringing the first one back to Best Buy – they said the DVD drive was definitely dead and gave me a whole new machine, which was nice. I’ve been very [...]

Things Won’t Play Nice Together

I spent the weekend not only rearranging my home office for the new PC (and completely destroying my printer stand in the process), but also trying to get everything to work on the new PC, and all the apps and data copied over. The new PC has problems. It can’t even see the [...]

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