Saturday, December 22, 2001

I need to talk to you about a serious condition that has plagued me most of my life. I am talking about clickerea panicus commonly know as Clicker Panic. I am currently in the midst of a complete breakdown as one of the clickers to my three-day-old satellite system has vanished. I know that you must be thinking I should stop my whining and just go out and get a universal remote, but that is not an option. I have to turn this crap back in if I decide to stop the dish service next year so if this thing is gone it’s going to cost me some insane price. I have to take some of the blame because there is no other person in my house who gives a crap about remote control. My wife has never cared but my children will learn. I am almost ready with the standard “I have looked everywhere” so I’m taking a breather and allowing my head to clear. I have a sinking feeling that teaching Max to clean up after himself is taking a chunk out of my ass. 12:00:00 AM    says you