165 Miles...

...and two minutes to fix the issue. That's what it took to rectify the VCR-DVD issue with the mombo's set.

It was a ploy to get my ass here for other work. She's a smart woman. And conniving. Made my last truck payment before I left home. I don't care. I like helping. She works my ass to death. Blood pumps, muscles burn. Nothing like it. Just saying.

Seems The Venerable Babster...

......has found love again.
This seems to happen on a quarterly basis. Kinda odd for someone that likes the status quo.

I wish her luck and hope this is the "one", but somehow I kinda doubt it will be. She'll find something wrong with the character of the new love when they finally meet in person. Seems she always does. People can convey themselves in any number of ways on the internet, and in MySpace, of all places. The very idea that you can tell about someone's soul via this medium is mind boggling. So we'll see how it goes. If I was a betting man I'd give it three months after they meet. Takers??

It Never Ceases To Amaze Me...

...when you're dealing with an aged parent and how things pan out. Especially when it comes to the technical stuff.

After my dad died I bought the mombo a new TV which came included with a built in DVD/VCR combo. Panasonic piece of shit, because both of them broke in the past month. TV is fine. So she goes out and buys a new combo and they apparently have this new thing where you can't rewind past the last program you recorded. That's gotta be the dumbest piece of shit I've ever heard of. Hell, even my sons can't figure it out.

So I will trek to the mother domain this weekend and resolve the problem. As I always do.

I don't "feel" like doing it, but if I don't then it makes me less of a son and even more so, less of a human being. We have the opportunity in our lives to sacrifice ourselves for the sake of others. I relish those. Nuff said.