Google is being obstreperous. All I want is an adapter that will let me use my Sennheiser headset that has 2 2.5 mm plugs (one for earphones, one for the mike) with my new computer, which has a single 3.5 mm port. I’m finding plenty of dual 3.5 to single 3.5 adapters. I’ve even found a number of dual 3.5 to single 2.5 adapters. But for the life of me, I cannot find a dual 2.5 to single 3.5 adapter. Do these not exist? Would I be better off looking for a dual 2.5 to USB adapter?
And on top of this, both my bluetooth headset and my wired earbuds that I use to listen to music from my phone have gone bad. The headset has a non-functioning left ear bud, and the wired earbuds are so old that the protective coating on the wires has started to break down and I have exposed wires. Ugh.
Lord, I’m tireder than I thought. I took a close look at the actual plugs on my headset, instead of the end that plugs into the phone. They’re 3.5 mm, so I don’t need the (probably mythical) dual 2.5 mm to single 3.5 mm adapter after all.
However, the bluetooth headset and the wired earbuds are still busticated.
I have such a story, which was irritating, but that wasn’t the funny bit.
The last time (ever) I and my friends ever showed up to help someone move, he (1) hadn’t started packing, (2) had the entire inventory of his comics shop that went under needing packed as well, and (3) had to leave to visit grandma for “a few hours.”
We were super-pissed, and vengeful. And devious. We packed everything for him. At random. Underwear + a few comics + the VCR remote + some of the dirty dishes. Labeled “books”. Then dirty laundry + a few comics + all the spoons + the TV remote. Labeled “books”.
Look, we just labeled everything “books”. Except a few that someone labeled “kitchen”, which was just everything that was in the kitchen garbage, dumped into a box.
When his younger relatives showed up for when the pizza arrived, we explained that we were taking a break for pizza while they loaded up the truck that had been waiting hours for them. Hurry up; pizza will be cold. Yes, he does have a lot of books – careful, they’re heavy.
We were long gone by the time he actually returned after midnight. And he probably still hasn’t found all the remotes. But the kitchen trash did get sorted to the kitchen! Helpful!
I have a good news/bad news story here. The good news is that I am able to counter the popular rumor that nothing – absolutely nothing – every happens in London, Ontario. In fact, something did happen on garbage day on Tuesday:
Police in London, Ont., say someone put a live First World War-era artillery shell out with the trash on Tuesday. The shell contained more than 10 kilograms of live explosives and had to be destroyed by bomb experts at Canadian Forces Base Borden. The vintage piece of ordnance was found by Danny Vellow after someone had placed it with the curbside trash for pickup in the city’s west end on Tuesday.
The bad news, unfortunately – and I do say this with the deepest regret – is that the caricature of how Canadians supposedly talk, which I have long maintained is just a scurrilous fiction, appears to have been validated by this unfortunate comment from Mr. Vellow:
“I almost stepped on the bomb. I was like, ‘Holy heck, eh?’”
I’m just going to assume that he was misquoted, probably by an agent of American interests. They probably had to restrain themselves from fabricating some additional fiction like, “What hoser put this thing here, eh?”
When my brother and control-SiL moved, we helped them. SiL wanted to tell us how to pack, but not do it herself. We explained it was either “we do it our way” or “you do it your way”; “we do it your way, with you trying to give instructions to five people in six different rooms” wasn’t going to work, and not just because of the mismatch in numbers. She insisted. Alex and I sat down on the floor. Me, she might have been able to budge, but Alex is a 6’something truck mechanic, built to Mack specs.
Us helpers got to do most of the packing, but at least she was complaining to the boxes she was filling herself rather than trying to ride us
Had a fight with my husband last night. I still feel that he was in the wrong, but am ready to let this blow over. We are in the “cautious civility so life can proceed as usual” stage. These types of things make me sick to my stomach; I hate this aftermath feeling.
The people who constantly post things with, “If you agree, share”, drive me crazy. It’s ridiculous stuff, too. Stuff like: “The sun is beautiful and the source of all life! ‘Share’ if you want to see the sun rise tomorrow.”
Just this morning, I explained to a friend that since we “blüüdy colonists” don’t have royalty, we have to look elsewhere for meaningless pageantry.
ETA: I think it’s harmless. Gives the People Magazine readers something to get all warm and fuzzy about.
Impressive! But completely appropriate for someone who doesn’t stick around for his own packing!
We stopped helping anyone move about 10 years ago - we figured we were all about even, we all have enough money now to hire a moving company, and none of us are getting any younger. Not helping other people move is A Very Good Thing.
Local radio station posts one of those phishing memes on their FB page. The ones with ‘your this name is a,b,c’, one of which was ‘first pet name’. :smack:
I respond that this is a phishing meme designed to get people’s password hints. I get an immediate response from the station asking if I think they’re phishing.
