entombed in the shrine of zeroes and ones

Yesterday was a bit of a doozy.  As i prepared to gird my loins for soccer, i found that i'd left my pants at home, thus forcing me to play in shorts.  That led to rug burn on the side of my thigh, and to add insult to injury, my team played poorly.  I quickly headed home because one of 2wanda's coworkers had a housewarming party.

When i got home, my laptop wouldn't join my new wireless network, so i wrestled with that until it worked.  Then as i ran upstairs, i whacked my toe really bad on a step; almost thought i broke it.  I showered and dressed, then couldn't find my keys.  Then i smelled dogshit and while looking for it, a coworker called needing something urgently.

After that, i resumed my search but found nothing (meaning the damn dog probably just farted).  Then Kim called my mobile, which has awful reception in my house, wondering where i was.  As i was trying to explain what was going on, my phone dropped the call.  So i dropped the phone.  Hard.

I sent mail to work letting them know that my phone was broken, found my keys, and left. And I had a swell time at the party.

The best part (other than the wanton yet cathartic destruction of a phone that was already declining in functionality) was that i used the antenna from the broken phone to repair its predecessor, which lost its antenna when i drunkenly dropped it at a party a year or two ago.  I transferred the SIM card to the old phone et voilà — a working phone.

Sirius and XM completed their merger a few weeks ago, and something that popped up on the Rock station in the last day or two was the ABBA channel — all ABBA, all the time.  Scary, i know.  But just now i had to listen to it because they were playing the Spanish version of "Chiquitita", which was my favorite song in second grade and is probably the first favorite song i can remember having.