Arr, you kids get off my lawn!
Jan. 10th, 2010 04:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
impyToday's exercise in futility?
Attempting to hook up the DVD player Mom's been bitching about wanting since August (that she finally acquired for Christmas). I get it to work, but because our TV is older than dirt, it has to be hooked up to the VCR/DVD combo (where the DVD portion has died a horrific death probably due to nephew-love) so one can still watch the cable I pay so dearly for.
Still. It took me two damn hours to fiddle with things and experiemnt in the vain hope that I wouldn't have to do what I eventually had to do. Oh, I got the DVD player to finally work, but it wouldn't let anyone watch TV, so I asked if people wanted it hooked back up to the VCR or left on DVD.
Naturally they pick the one that involves me bleeding. (That's when the DVD player finally worked, naturally. Once it had drawn blood.) I need a coaxial cable. Now. I SHOULD have an extra one, but when I bought my DVD player (and the connector box thingie, and yes, I'm aware this does make me sound like a moron but I can't effing hear so I don't care at this particular moment) it was missing... it's coaxial cable. So I just opened my box and swiped that one. Which I now need.
God. Damn. It.
And naturally everyone else is all, "Woe is me, I'm sick."
You'd think I would have more sympathy but if you're not puking in a most violent manner, my sympathy levels are preciously low.
This leaves me with a couple of options.
A) Forget about it. Fuck them, they can do their own dirty work. I've proven it can be done. If they want it actually done, they can finish it themselves.
B) Ask the boy if perhaps he has an extra cable lying around. It could happen.
C) Ask the boy to run me down to Tuesday Morning and/or Kmart and snag a cable, then come home and FINISH THIS.
I'm leaning towards B followed by C, but since I'm not 100% positive that it would even work, I'm not sure I want to spend the money and, you know, venture out with the boy.
I spent all that time to just have to undo everything I did.
And we'll be going with option A because B did not pan out. Oh, he gave me a cable, but I don't think it's anywhere near the type I need. I'll take it downstairs later and see, but I won't be able to go get a new cable because of course his royal majesty is going out.
Of.
Fucking.
Course.
I'd be a lot less grumpy if I had something to eat and could hear, but the love I just got? Is thawing my icy, icy heart. Food! Then more love, kay?
*de-germifies self and hands out hugs and cuddles*
Attempting to hook up the DVD player Mom's been bitching about wanting since August (that she finally acquired for Christmas). I get it to work, but because our TV is older than dirt, it has to be hooked up to the VCR/DVD combo (where the DVD portion has died a horrific death probably due to nephew-love) so one can still watch the cable I pay so dearly for.
Still. It took me two damn hours to fiddle with things and experiemnt in the vain hope that I wouldn't have to do what I eventually had to do. Oh, I got the DVD player to finally work, but it wouldn't let anyone watch TV, so I asked if people wanted it hooked back up to the VCR or left on DVD.
Naturally they pick the one that involves me bleeding. (That's when the DVD player finally worked, naturally. Once it had drawn blood.) I need a coaxial cable. Now. I SHOULD have an extra one, but when I bought my DVD player (and the connector box thingie, and yes, I'm aware this does make me sound like a moron but I can't effing hear so I don't care at this particular moment) it was missing... it's coaxial cable. So I just opened my box and swiped that one. Which I now need.
God. Damn. It.
And naturally everyone else is all, "Woe is me, I'm sick."
You'd think I would have more sympathy but if you're not puking in a most violent manner, my sympathy levels are preciously low.
This leaves me with a couple of options.
A) Forget about it. Fuck them, they can do their own dirty work. I've proven it can be done. If they want it actually done, they can finish it themselves.
B) Ask the boy if perhaps he has an extra cable lying around. It could happen.
C) Ask the boy to run me down to Tuesday Morning and/or Kmart and snag a cable, then come home and FINISH THIS.
I'm leaning towards B followed by C, but since I'm not 100% positive that it would even work, I'm not sure I want to spend the money and, you know, venture out with the boy.
I spent all that time to just have to undo everything I did.
And we'll be going with option A because B did not pan out. Oh, he gave me a cable, but I don't think it's anywhere near the type I need. I'll take it downstairs later and see, but I won't be able to go get a new cable because of course his royal majesty is going out.
Of.
Fucking.
Course.
I'd be a lot less grumpy if I had something to eat and could hear, but the love I just got? Is thawing my icy, icy heart. Food! Then more love, kay?
*de-germifies self and hands out hugs and cuddles*