Last night I was watching the Hub cable channel and saw a promo for “Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman.” “Cool,” says I, and go to the program guide to set a series recording on my DVR. I’d always liked L&C, especially since it starred one of my favorite creatures, the delectable Ms. Teri Hatcher. I highlight the record symbol, highlight “Set a Series Recording” then sect my options. Record “New shows only.” Save “All recordings.” Save until “I delete.” Confirm the recording. Then I go to my scheduled recordings. Hmm. Nothing there. I go to the program guide to make sure the episodes have the red dot to indicate a recording has been set. Nothing.
I got on the phone to Comcast, figuring there was a problem in my cable box. “No problem,” the representative said. “We can fix that. I’ll send a signal to reset your box. It will clear your program guide. Just wait for it to be rebuilt.”
So I waited a few hours and tried to set my series recording again. Still no luck. I decided to go to bed and get a good night’s sleep before calling Comcast again.
Those of you have been reading along so far probably know what’s up by now.
While I was sleeping, I got the idea, "You know what, cochrane? Lois and Clark is a pretty old show. What would happen if you reset the recording to “New and Repeats?” I woke up, turned on the TV, noticed that the guide listed L&C as a repeat, applied the right setting, and Glory be! There it was in the scheduled recordings and the episodes all have the red recording dot. And there I sat, feeling pretty sheepish. I’m glad that idea came to me before I called Comcast to bawl them out. I’ve had my DVR eight years, long enough to think I knew how to program it. It turned out to be an ID10T error all along.
Mine’s not quite like that. I was reaching to scratch my eye, at that same moment a nice looking guy walked by. I forgot to close my eye. I thought my friend was going to pee her panties because she was laughing so hard.
Frequently. I was a klutz growing up, and am a klutz still. I can trip over a patch of sunlight on a perfectly flat floor.:smack: I have turned my wrist over to check the time while holding a cup of coffee.:smack: I have fallen asleep in the sun and gotten a wicked bad sunburn:mad::smack:
And I know I couldn’t help it, but vomiting in pre-op a couple summers ago while having both the worst migraine I have ever had in my life and a hypertensive emergency thanks to the whole forced dehydration thanks to go-litely, the inventors of which can go straight to the 9th circle of hell.
When we got our second computer (second!) I decided to hook it up while my husband was at work. I called the…company? cosmos? whoever the representives are who make magical things happen and was trying to follow the guy’s instructions. He was frustrated and I was confounded as I couldn’t find any of the portals he was talking about. Then I said, “Oh.” I’d been trying to hook up the monitor.
This happened 20 years ago and I’m still embarrassed about it. About six months after I bought my first house I couldn’t get the furnace to start on a very cold winter’s day. I figured the pilot light had gone out so I opened it up and that wasn’t it. I tried playing with all the knobs and even reading the installation manual taped to the inside of the unit but nothing worked. Finally I gave up and called a repairman who couldn’t come until 2 very cold days later (I told them it wasn’t an emergency since I had a fireplace).
The repairman finally shows up to my freezing house, walks into the utility room and flips a switch on the wall. The furnace immediately comes on and I get charged $50.
Somehow in all my futzing around I hadn’t noticed the furnace had a master switch on the wall. As best as I can figure I must have bumped the switch while carrying some boxes out of the room.
As the former owner of a motorcycle and scooter dealer, you can’t imagine the number of housecalls, parking lot calls, road calls, etc. that I’ve made that were solved by the simple flipping of the kill switch ON ALL MOTORCYCLES SINCE 1970, and shown to you numerous times before you rode or bought your bike!
Ducati: “Bob, did you check the kill switch?”
Bob/thousands of idiots: “Sure did, Duc. First thing I did.”
Ducati: “OK, I’ll come over.”
Ducati: [del]sees kill switch in “off” position. Shoots and kills rider for the good of mankind. Takes bike back to re-sell.[/del]
“Switch is off Bob.”
Bob: Aaahhh, dammit.
Ducati: “That’ll be $200, Bob.”
Bob: “GODDAMMIT!”
Every. Damn. Day.
I got in to my office one morning to find that half of my overhead lights had burned out. Frustrated, I called engineering to replace the bulbs. The guy from engineering showed up an hour later, and flipped the other light switch.
I’ve mentioned it before. I tried to hold on to the blades of a blender, then I turned it on. Due to good fortune and the design of the particular blender, I still have full finers on boths hands.
The dumbest thing I’ve done recently was getting into my car and it wouldn’t start. Great, the battery’s dead, I thought, and called for roadside assistance. He tinkered under the hood for a bit, looked underneath, finally looked inside the car.
Similar story here, only I called my father in law. It was his car, we were borrowing it while mine was being fixed. The damn car wouldn’t start, but appeared to have battery power. I turn the key and nothing happens. I tried and tried for 5 minutes, gave up and called him. He sits down in the car, turns the key and gets nothing. Then he jiggles the steering wheel and turns the key again and it magically starts. WTF?