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Wreck and effect

February 21, 2012

In the week since my high-speed* MVA, I’ve done some spacey things.

  1. I squeezed conditioner instead of body wash onto my washcloth in the shower.
  2. I flushed the toilet when I meant to turn on the shower.
  3. I tried to fax something upside down. (A blank page arrived at the other end.)

I can’t say for sure that these are the result of being in a car accident. I’ve done the first and the third before. Never the second, though, that was a new one.

* I referred to it as a high-speed collision the other day and Rob said, “You weren’t in a high-speed collision. You were barely moving!” Fair enough.

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Unflappable

August 18, 2011

I had about four hours between appointments 20 miles from the office. Plenty of time to return in between, but where’s the fun in that? I brought along my laptop and planned to eat lunch/kill time at Starbucks.

On the way to Starbucks from appointment #1, my car started making a funny noise. It sounded like I had an old-fashioned cassette tape player on the passenger side floor and it was rewinding itself. I had plenty of electronics in the car: laptop, SLR camera, flip camera, MP3 recorder, iPod, mobile phone. None of those make that noise.

I pulled off into a rest area and the noise stopped as I slowed the car. I popped the hood and looked inside. Looked like an engine to me. I turned on the engine and looked again. There was a spinny part, but it wasn’t making the same noise the car made when it was in motion.

I consulted my owner’s manual. Did you know there’s no diagram of the engine in there? How to turn the volume up on the stereo, that’s in there. But if you want to know the name of that spinny thing on the left-hand side, good luck to ya.

I used my GPS device (oh yeah, forgot to list that one above) to look up the closest Honda dealer. There’s one 20 miles to the north and 20 miles to the south. I looked up “car repair” and found a list of transmission places and body shops. I congratulated myself for knowing that a body shop was not what I wanted. The transmission place wasn’t necessarily correct either, but it was in the right arena. During the 2 mile drive, the sound was awful, but the car felt like it was driving normally.

I passed a Les Schwab (pat on the back for knowing that wasn’t what I needed either) and found a rinky dink car repair place behind a body shop and next to Enterprise rent-a-car. It was closed.

I decided to try my luck at the car dealership across the street from Les Schwab. It’s an American car dealership, but a service departments is a service department, right? I said, “I have the wrong kind of car, but it’s making a funny noise…” After taking a lap around the parking lot, the mechanic agreed. Yes, in fact, it is making a noise.

Now, instead of whiling away my afternoon at Starbucks (which I considered walking to), I’m at a hotel restaurant. I’m told the dealership has a nice waiting room, but lacks an internet connection. The hotel restaurant has wi-fi, a lovely vegetarian sandwich and beer-battered french fries.

I may even still make my afternoon appointment.

Update – 17 minutes later: Gravel got all up in the wheel part or something. Fixed now. Still time to get to Starbucks. Or, you know, take a nap in my car.

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The flip phone you’ll have to pry from my cold, dead hand

August 2, 2011

A year and a half ago, when I killed my Motorola flip phone, I replaced it with an identical model purchased from China on eBay. We were happy together for months before it malfunctioned. It stopped responding to any button I pushed.

I gritted my teeth and “upgraded” through AT&T, getting a red Sony Ericsson flip phone with no attractive screen on the outside (to display a photo of Isis) and teeny tiny buttons that make texting difficult. Not a huge deal, since I don’t text too much. I’m old, you know.

Then, not long afterward, the new phone stopped working. Doing that same thing where none of the buttons worked. I called tech support and the chickie asked me to open the battery cover and look for a little dot. It should be red or white. When I finally understood what she was talking about, I told her it was red.

She said, “If it’s red, it means it’s been water damaged and the warranty is no longer valid.”

Did you KNOW that? They installed a device so they can tell if your phone has been wet? Busted. The funny thing is, I don’t remember getting that phone wet. And the most ridiculous part is that the first Motorola, which I dropped one too many times so the screen no longer illuminated — its dot was still white!! The Chinese Motorola had a red dot of course, and had gotten wet a few times, but always before, it dried out eventually and worked again.

Which got me thinking. I put my SIM card back in the Chinese Motorola, and OMG, it worked!!

I stashed the Sony in my purse for emergencies and went back to using my precious Motorola. Until it stopped working again. One of the quirks I’ve discovered, when water has intruded, is that it vibrates and seems to think I’m pressing the buttons on the outside of the phone when I’m not.

By then, the Sony worked, so I went back to it for a while, testing the Motorola here and there to see if it responded to the buttons. A couple of weeks ago, finally it did. Hooray! I was so happy.

That same day, the phone was on the kitchen table while I worked at home. I walked across the house to do some cleaning, and when I returned, a water glass had been knocked over (Ahem! Leo!) and my phone, my iPod and my laptop were in a puddle of water. Just when the Motorola had dried out enough to work!!

The phone was the only thing affected, so I went back to the Sony. It was in the pocket of my hooded windbreaker on the day canoes landed at Swinomish last week. So it got soaked along with everything else as I took pictures in the pouring rain. (Oh yeah, my recently repaired Nikon D50 also is experiencing some electrical difficulties, such as not recognizing my external flash.)

Back to the Motorola I went.

Yesterday, there was a delivery of raw dog food that I was supposed to transport from Mount Vernon to Bellingham for a co-op I belong to. They make a really big deal about having your cell phone charged and on you during the process. There are a lot of people to keep track of. The thought crossed my mind that I should bring the Sony as a back-up, but I didn’t.

Then, at about the exact time the delivery was scheduled to leave Monroe for Mount Vernon, when I was expecting a call from the person bringing it to me, I spilled my Diet Coke on my phone. I immediately took off the cover to minimize the damage, turning over the phone so the battery area had plenty of air. The phone vibrated a few times and switched to camera mode by itself. It didn’t respond to the buttons, BUT I was able to receive calls on it.

By the time I had to call the people I was delivering to, the buttons worked again. Close call.

The price to replace this Motorola on eBay has gone up to about $150, otherwise I would stock up on the thing. I just know when the thing finally dies for good, the only phones on the market will be those newfangled smart phones.

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Down with DVDs

July 15, 2011

Yesterday I sang the praises of streaming Netflix. Then I went home and watched the DVD that I’ve had for a few weeks since I got it for Rob’s dad the weekend he stayed with the dogs.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, Part 1.

Man, what a lot of bullshit you’ve got to get through before you get to the movie. All these trailers and video game commercials and you have to fast-forward, because you can’t skip them or go straight to the menu.

And that’s when the DVD player is working. We’ve had some problems with multi-disc players that don’t recognize a disc is in there, or just says, “Loading, loading,” for 10 minutes, or skips and stutters and pauses. We really like having a DVD player that will play 5 or 6 discs, but get this…with instant streaming…you can play unLIMITED numbers of discs.

So yeah, Netflix, I started to have some hesitation about canceling the DVD portion of your service once you hike your rates. (Which I think is really unfair to longtime customers. Couldn’t you just apply the new rates to new customers?) Because there are still movies in my queue that I haven’t watched. They’ve been there for 8 years. And you don’t stream all of them. But guess what? I can rent them individually from Amazon and not have to wait for the disc to arrive in the mail, and maybe be scratched, and maybe not play, and maybe sit around for an entire month (or more) so I wind up paying $7.99 (or more) for that one rental.

So there.

The only problem with this plan is that when our internet goes down, we’ll really have nothing to do but read books.

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Good Joss

July 14, 2011

I’ve been rewatching Buffy the Vampire Slayer and am nearing the end of Season 5. You know, the one where Buffy dies? (Spoiler)

I didn’t actually start at the beginning. For some reason, I only own seasons 3 and 6 on DVD. When we got stationary bikes in our backyard martial arts studio, I thought it would be fun to watch Buffy on my iPod while riding the bike. I painstakingly transferred all of Season 3 (the one with Faith) to my mobile device. I thought when I finished Season 3 that I would just jump to Season 6,  but then I discovered that Netflix streams the entire Buffy series. And I was hooked. All we needed was wi-fi in the studio.

Let me digress to tell you that it took no fewer than four different routers and about 10 visits from two different computer specialists (who also are friends) to get the wi-fi rolling in the studio, while also working in the house and not screwing up the TiVo connections. Rob’s network connections between wired computers in the house are still screwed up. None of that matters, though, because I can watch Buffy on my iPod while riding the bike. (And also write emails and check Facebook.)

Then a wonderful thing happened. All the good shows ended for the summer and, having nothing else to do because the weather has been totally crappy, I started watching Buffy on the HDTV in the house. And I can’t stop. I’ve been watching two or three episodes a day. Let me tell you, it holds up! I can’t speak for seasons 1 and 2, although I will revisit them after I get through Season 7. I’ve heard a rumor that Season 1 — the one where Buffy dies the first time (spoiler) — is dated.

I’m especially enjoying Spike character arc, knowing what will happen in Season 6. And boy, did I have a new appreciation for Riley in Season 4 (the one with the Initiative). At the time, like all sensible young women, I pined for Angel and thought he’d be better off with Buffy than in Los Angeles with his own show. But upon this viewing, I liked Riley an awful lot. He was a good character and a good boyfriend. I’m really looking forward to his return in Season 6 when Buffy’s working at the fast food joint and greets him with, “My hat has a cow.”

The original airing of Season 5 coincided with my last months in graduate school and my first months in Prague, so I don’t remember each episode that well. An exception is, of course, “The Body” (the one where Buffy’s mom dies. Spoiler). Here’s what’s funny. I remember that episode so well, and yet I had completely forgotten that she’d had a brain tumor. My memory was just that Buffy came home and found her dead. Not that she’d been hospitalized and operated on for a brain tumor but was presumably healed.

I won’t lie. “The Body” was kinda tough for me to watch, because of its parallels to the discovery of Isis’ body last winter. I considered turning it off; why torture myself?

I’m glad I watched it all, though, if only to hear Anya’s tearful speech. The thousand-year-old ex-demon asks Willow and Xander how she was supposed to act:

“Am I supposed to be changing my clothes a lot? Is that the helpful thing to do?” (Because that’s what Willow’s doing.)

Then she says:

“I don’t understand how this all happens. How we go through this. I mean, I knew her, and then she’s, there’s just a body, and I don’t understand why she just can’t get back in it and not be dead anymore! It’s stupid! It’s mortal and stupid! And, and Xander’s crying and not talking, and, and I was having fruit punch, and I thought, well, Joyce will never have any more fruit punch, ever, and she’ll never have eggs, or yawn or brush her hair, not ever, and no one will explain to me why.”

Later, while waiting in the morgue with the gang, she tells Buffy:

“I wish that Joyce didn’t die … because she was nice. And now we all hurt.”

It’s just a really good show. Rob and I have rewatched old The X-Fileses too, and I gotta say, they don’t grab me the way they first did. They’re kinda slow-paced.

One criticism I have of Buffy is the blatant use of stunt doubles. I totally bought the fight scenes when Buffy originally aired, but it seems so obvious to me now when the person doing the fighting is not actually Sarah Michelle Gellar. They cut to her face, I can hear her voice oofing and grunting (as dubbed in post-production), but some other martial artist is doing the fighting. It was more offensive in Season 3. Maybe she got more training and did more of her own stunts in the later seasons. After all, she did her own singing.

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Reverse psychology

April 4, 2011

When I suffered from excruciating TMJ pain about 6 years ago, I tried everything I could think of, and nothing really made it go away but time. I’d read that eventually the nerves deaden and it stops hurting. That was on the right side of my face and it did stop bothering me for a few years. A year or so ago, the clicking started on the left side and developed into near constant aching.

I’m trying acupuncture again and this time am seeing some results. After three sessions, I’ve had a few hours of relief lasting longer each time, but so far the results haven’t lasted through the end of the day. I also started getting headaches again last week. That may be related to having a sore neck from getting thrown around on a boat on Monday. I’ve been stretching and using my pneumatic cervical traction device. (Love that thing.)

I have a night guard, but feel like I clench my teeth harder when I have something to bite in between them. So I’ve been trying to fall asleep to some relaxing meditation CDs. (OK, they’re on my iPod, but they started out as CDs). Deepak Chopra’s is my favorite, but you get sick of anything listening to it night after night. I have another called Just Relax, which is a little annoying, but has in the past helped me fall asleep.

Unfortunately, my iPod was set on “repeat” and was still playing when I woke up in the middle of the night from an anxiety dream. Yeah, that’s right. Anxiety dream WHILE a relaxation track is playing. The dream where I’m packing up an entire apartment and don’t have enough suitcase space or time. And when I woke up, I was drenched in sweat. So, uh, not much of an endorsement for that particular track. Unless the effect of listening to it repeatedly for hours had something to do with it having the reverse effect.

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Blog fame

June 17, 2010

The Pioneer Woman commented on my blog once. It was before she was famous, and quite ingenious on her part. I had commented on Dooce, and Pioneer Woman must have clicked through to my blog and read a post about fighting with Rob while househunting. She commented something like “Try to stay married” through it all, which is funny, because we were not then and are not now married. But we’re still together and happily cohabitating.

I can’t prove it because I moved from Blogger to WordPress and my comments didn’t come with.

What a strategy, because I clicked through to her site, thinking, “Who is this Ree?” And got hooked. If she commented on all of Dooce’s readers’ pages, she could have effectively lured all those readers to her site.

I tried something similar by commenting on Nothing But Bonfires, but my readership never really skyrocketed. Perhaps because I don’t have a unique story to tell about raising four kids on a ranch, and I’m not an outstanding cook. I did go to USC though, same as Pioneer Woman.

And now you have Pioneer Woman and Nothing But Bonfires having tea and crumpets together at the ranch, while I’m still enjoying blog anonymity.

Man, I wish I were at that slumber party.

Maybe they’ll all see that I’ve linked to their sites and start reading my blog and I will become blog famous after all! Better start being more clever more often!

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Machines fail me

January 14, 2010

I dropped my motorola phone one time too many yesterday and it stopped working. This is a year-and-a-half old cell phone, not my precious iPod John Henry, but the loss is quite upsetting nevertheless. The cellphone has been my primary phone for several years, even if this model only has been with me a short while. I am due to upgrade in March, and AT&T makes it difficult (expensive) to do it any sooner.

The problem is, I didn’t want to upgrade. For the first time, I haven’t been counting the days to upgrade time, obsessively reading reviews and researching what my next phone will be. This mahogany-colored Motorola V9 has met all my needs, which are few:

  • Make calls
  • Receive calls
  • Make and receive small numbers of text messages
  • Wake me up
  • Play ringtones
  • Take photos in a pinch
  • Display pictures of my dog
  • Has speaker phone

I have used it to check email, but only in emergencies. I want my phone to feel like a phone, not an iPod. No sliding keypad, just a flip phone. I liked that it had a bit of weight because it was easy to find in my bag. I don’t need any fancy data-using features.

I went to four AT&T stores, Walmart (I know) and Best Buy yesterday. I also searched Amazon and AT&T’s sites. Apparently no one wants Motorola flip phones anymore. You can’t get them new anywhere. You can get an international “unlocked” version, but those are very poorly rated on Amazon.

I seem to have found someone on Freecycle who is going to give me one for free. (All hail Freecycle.) Plan B is to spend $100 at eBay on a used one. Aside from free, this is probably the least expensive, since AT&T will charge me a $75 early upgrade fee…and based on the available phones at the moment, I don’t even want to upgrade with them in March.

I was in a pretty good mood yesterday before I destroyed this link to the outside world. I was set to drive to Olympia for two nights, to attend work meetings. I had my new iPod, my new laptop and my trusty Motorola. Without a functioning phone, I felt isolated and alone as I drove in the rain, getting used to the company car’s windshield wiper settings and trying to find the perfect intermittent speed.

The best thing I did yesterday was shop for handbags at the outlet mall. I’m not totally into labels or anything, but Kate Spade bags were the rage when I was first out of college, and they are quality. I went to the outlet mall specifically to go to the Kate Spade store, and was faced with yet another disappointment when the store wasn’t listed on the directory. I went into Coach and almost bought an $89 bag before deciding to shop around a little more and stumbling upon the Kate Spade store. I picked out a $99 bag, which rang up at an additional 40 percent off, so I went back to Coach and got that one too!

I got a green tea latte from Starbucks, which was for some reason spiked with espresso. It tasted sort of interesting, so I drank it anyway, not feeling like turning the car around to complain. The upside was that I didn’t fall asleep on the drive and I was able to get work done until 11 and watch Conan at 11:30 (Is NBC really putting Leno back on at 11:35? Quelle horreur.) The bad news is that I slept two hours, woke up with the hotel TV still on, and tossed and turned for another three hours before finally falling asleep, only to wake up an hour early having dreamed about worrying that I would oversleep.

Meeting with my department was productive and fun, but the day was soured with the discovery that I may have lost practically every photo I have taken for work in the past two years. My external hard drive had been failing, but I thought we’d be able to retrieve the data before it spontaneously combusted. Not so, it seems. Many of my best photos exist elsewhere, because they have been used in publications and someone else has a copy of the file. But it’s an organizational disaster and very depressing. Note to self: It’s not a backup if you don’t have the files saved somewhere else.

My old work computer was overtaxed, and I thought it would die before the external drive. Now, I can get files off of it, but not the external. Unfortunately, I stopped saving the raw photo files on the computer all together.

Sigh. New year, new start, right?

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Reading in the dark

January 11, 2010

I’m using John Henry (my iPod touch) as a Kindle. It might even be better than a Kindle.

I read the Wonderful Wizard of Oz first, because it was free, to see if I could actually read an entire book on the device. Even though the “pages” are small, the “page turning” via a swipe of the finger is so fast, I don’t consider that a negative.

I bought Dead until Dark, the first Sookie Stackhouse novel, for about $6 and have been enjoying it very much. I find I read more often, because I tend to always have my iPod within arm’s reach, so when there’s a pause in my day, a wait for my takeout order or a lull between television shows, I read a bit.

The screen is illuminated, but I set the reading app – Stanza – to have a gray screen, so the glare doesn’t hurt my eyes. I can read in the dark. If I can’t sleep, I don’t have to worry about the noise from page turning. I don’t have to prop my head up, but in fact can lie on my side with my head on the pillow.

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Rise of the Machines

January 5, 2010

I’ve never been one to name faceless objects, like cars. But I call my TomTom a name because I selected for her a voice that was prenamed Mandy. She talks to me, gives me directions, so when I consult her, I call her by name. Mandy.

My new iPod touch doesn’t talk to me, but I’ve grown very close to him in the week and a half since we’ve been together. I consult him for a great many things, so he deserved a name too. I need to be able to say, “What time does the movie start? I better ask So-and-so.” Or, “So-and-so told me it would rain today.” Or, “I need to record my caloric intake with So-and-so.”

I decided on John Henry. Not based on the folkloric hero John Henry, but rather the character from The Sarah Connor Chronicles that was named after the folkloric hero. He’s a cyborg.

Rob and I are really into the Terminator mythology and are quite sad that The Sarah Connor Chronicles wasn’t allowed to have a third season. We’ve just started watching Battlestar Galactica, and I think we were smart to wait until the entire series concluded, so we know we have a definitive series finale to look forward to.

And who knew, it deals with the same human vs. robot dynamic we so enjoy.

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