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By BadDoggie (Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 01:10:34 AM EST) you're it (all tags)
I'm working from home today and the queue is thankfully quiet, so my workload leaves me much time to start sorting out other things.

I'll briefly recount the events of my brother getting married last week -- fuck you, AirFrance and TSA/DHS.

Oh, and BG is talking about puppies.

Poll (this is the part I need your help on): What else to do today?



Work
Most of EMEA is out today and Monday and I agreed to work. Unfortunately, I only get 1:1 replacement despite it being a holiday but two vacation days returned is better than none. We expected a pretty quiet queue anyway so it's not so bad (unless some fucktard decides to tweak a system).

So I have a surprising amount of free time between writing answers and doing a bit of research and there's a lot to be done. While I'll work on the photos from my brother's wedding rehearsal dinner (which was much better than the "proper" dinner the next night.

Bro
Bro came up to DC to help me sort out the aftermath of the estate sale on Saturday. Sunday morning we went to Hollywood East, were greeted by Janet, and started tearing in, stopping the girls who had all the weird shit in their carts that not only whites but even some Chinese never eat: chicken feet, fatty ribs, mystery meat. We aet a lot and still got out of there for under $50 (including a fat tip). I didn't eat again until late Monday night.

Fuck the TSA/DHS (and bite me, AirFrance)
As I was getting ready to fly down to Tampa on Thursday morning, there was an SMS on my cell phone. BG was supposed to come in and had been turned away at the ticket counter. Her passport supposedly doesn't meet new US requirements and isn't "machine-readable". Bullshit. It has the two lines of OCR symbols. She's used the thing to travel around the damned world for the past six or seven years.

There was nothing to do. AirFrance denied her boarding, saying that the US would reuse her entry and make them take her right back. Even if she could get an emergency passport delivered from the Belgian embassy in Berlin the same day, she'd end up travelling for 44 hours to be there for less than 36. I was going to be at the wedding stag.

The big day
Most of my living relatives showed up as well as a couple of friends from the old neighbourhood who I got to know much better. Joe and Nancy insisted that I stop calling them Mr & Mrs C. I met a few of the bride's family and friends but there was a serious age difference. Her brother is more or less "Harrison" from Tru Calling, save for the betting.

The wedding went fine. Fifteen minutes before the guys were to go to the church, both soles on my brother's shoes separated. It was up to Leadfoot to get back to the shop for replacements. Dale Mabry Hwy is a mess during the day and the shop is at least 15 minutes away. I was back with new shoes in 17 minutes.

Avoid Saucino's formal wear shop. The fuckers there were in the shop at 11:30a.m. Sunday even though they didn't open until 12:00. I had a plane to catch back to DC. The bastard wouldn't even open the door to let his own employee in. The kid waiting outside took the suit for me and as I got back into my car, the guy with the VanDyke beard opened the door and started bitching and moaning at me, telling me to plan my time better. Yes, an entire planeload of people should wait an extra hour because he learned customer service in Germany and couldn't even take a tux back which had already been paid for and for which no additional paperwork was necessary.

No, really. Bite me, AirFrance.
I waited for an hour at the baggage carousel in CDG and my bags didnt show. I had 25 minutes until my connecting flight to Munich. The staff made me wait for 15 minutes before checking the tag numbers. They weren't lost; they'd been checked through. WTF?! Upon entry into the EU regardless of where, you're supposed to pick up your bags, pass customs and then re-check or return them for intra-EU flights. She called the gate and told them I was on my way.

Half a mile later I arrived to be told the shuttle to the plane was gone. I wasn't going anywhere. Sent from one desk to another -- each one a mile or so apart from the next -- for the next 20 minutes I finally got to the correct Transfer Desk only to be scolded some more and to be told how lucky I was that the guy was re-issuing the ticket for free; he'd be damned if I was getting a lunch voucher. I had another two and a half hours to wait. I ate a really shitty Royale with Cheese, had a Heineken ad worked on a rough for Steini's video.

Home
BG met me at the airport and helped me carry the bags home. Either the TSA or AirFrance opened one bag and lost 6 forks out of a set of flatware which can't be replaced. Yes, I'm filing a claim but I'm also sending pictures of the remaining fork in case AF or the TSA possibly stumble across them. Unlikely, I know, but it's a nice set I got from mum's estate. The fuckers also broke a well-wrapped bottle of ground pasilla so everything in the bag is covered with tasty chili powder goodness. On the plus side, I did manage to get the two 4-lb. packages of corned beef over without a problem. Tonight we're having New England Boiled Dinner, and with four pounds of meat, we'll be having it tomorrow and Sunday and Monday and Tuesday and probably Wednesday, as well.

BG got very drunk that night and started talking about puppies (among other things). She doesn't really want them but knows I do and said she was willing to give me one or two. Huh? I don't think I like the sound of that. OTOH, it was emotional drunken rambling, heightened by the drama which is her working life.

So that's about 1,000 words more than I'd intended to type. I need suggestions for the rest of the day.

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pets are beta-children by georgeha (4.00 / 3) #1 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 02:39:24 AM EST
I'm sure you realize that.


We already have two cats. by BadDoggie (2.00 / 0) #3 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 03:13:08 AM EST
Let me clarify things: she's talking about BadPuppies.

woof.

OMG WE'RE FUCKED! -- duxup ?

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Ooooh by georgeha (4.00 / 1) #5 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 04:06:57 AM EST
Badpuppies are a lifelong commitment, and sewing them in a sack with a brick to toss in the nearest body of water when you're tired of them is generally frowned upon. Be sure of BG's level of commitment before going further.


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Not always by lm (2.00 / 0) #10 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 05:24:35 AM EST
Or does your neighborhood not have one of those wicked old ladies who has turned all of her children into cats?

There is no more degenerate kind of state than that in which the richest are supposed to be the best.
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Ha, very cute by Rogerborg (2.00 / 0) #2 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 03:07:52 AM EST
Pretending that the USA is in "the world".

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it is by MillMan (2.00 / 0) #15 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 07:09:04 PM EST
a good 30% of the water that will submerge UKia within the next hundred years can be attributed to us!

Everybody still hates me in this city and I hate everybody.

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re: chili powder by ammoniacal (4.00 / 2) #4 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 03:55:33 AM EST
You see-- some people ship the stuff, thinking it'll throw off the dogs, but that's not the case atoll.

In fact, I reckon the broken bottle was a form of administrative punishment on yo' azz.

"To this day that was the most bullshit caesar salad I have every experienced..." - triggerfinger

Wow. by calla (2.00 / 0) #6 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 04:35:09 AM EST
Sounds like BG wants to rope you into some sort of lifetime commitment.

I'd say it's time to break it to her.


You should come over by komet (2.00 / 0) #7 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 04:45:21 AM EST
and fix my pinball machine.

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What machine do you have? by BadDoggie (2.00 / 0) #8 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 05:00:14 AM EST
And what's wrong with it. I could actually come down to .ch some weekend with my tools.

woof.

OMG WE'RE FUCKED! -- duxup ?

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HIGH SPEED by komet (2.00 / 0) #11 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 05:27:37 AM EST
and the upper flipper is slow. I've taken the plunger out and cleaned it several times, and then it works for a few days and then deteriorates back again. Recently the lower right flipper stopped returning to the down position after releasing the button, and when this happens the upper flipper (which is also on the right) is fast again for a while.

The left ball trap is also missing a switch completely, but the software seems to be able to compensate.

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Fixing your machine by BadDoggie (2.00 / 0) #13 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 06:14:56 AM EST
Upper flipper: When you say "slow", do you mean it actuates/moves slowly or that it kicks weakly or both? It's probably just the diodes on the coil (about 15 mins to fix) but could be transistors on the driver board.

Right flipper: Definitely diodes here but again, transistors on the driver board could be wonky.

Ball trap: I have lots of switches and can bend a custom activator arm to match the others. I have a PDF of the manual but it never shows the different switch arm configurations. I believe it's a standard rollover bend and I have a couple of those.

Williams got very good at writing compensation into their software.

If you want I can bring rubber, lamps, fresh balls and some other parts to do a full clean-up and reconditioning. It would take around 6 hours total and parts costs are pretty minimal.

woof.

OMG WE'RE FUCKED! -- duxup ?

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PINBALL MACHINE by joh3n (2.00 / 0) #9 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 05:00:35 AM EST
and pstpicskthx

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Thank god. by NoMoreNicksLeft (2.00 / 0) #14 Fri Apr 14, 2006 at 09:33:34 AM EST
TSA is doing their job finally. All those dreaded tourists with non-machine-readable passports were a ticking timebomb waiting to go off.

Bwahahaha.
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