So, about an hour ago, I was happily clacking away at my keyboard typing up a spreadsheet. I go to print it out and...the printer sucks up all twenty sheets of paper in the print tray and, not suprisingly, things got "crazy go nuts".
First I of course lunged at the printer to try to shut it off, in the process knocking my glass of pop all over myself and the floor. Then in my fit of blind rage I end up kicking one of my walls, causing me to split open one of my toes and bleed all over. Then, I nearly broke my finger trying to yank the jam out of my printer. So here I am, foot wrapped up, cursing the day I bought my printer, typing with 9 fingers and moping up Coke.
The moral of the story:
Don't be surprised if the Satire is a little late tonight. I'm not feeling particularily funny right now, and my mad typing skillz are somewhat off. I'm obligated to Rick, so I'll try to bang one off for OO's sake, but we'll see whether or not I feel like HTMLing one for here.
I know, I know, this will completely alter your daily schedule and shatter your hopes and dreams, but there's nothing I can do without a time machine. So, unless I'm feeling really frisky, expect it tomorrow, or else a really bare copy tonight.
(edited by Excalibur05 on 17.2.03 1529) RAW Satire 2/10 Buffy 7.14 gets a 7.10 WAY better than last week, and I like the Principal Wood character alot.
Got about half way through your tale of woe and thought, "shit he broke his finger. He's gonna tell us theres no Satire".
Aw well, better late than never. Hope you feel better soon.
I had a similar experience on Saturday involving a phone, my hi-fi, a bottle of Stella, and an iron but thats another story. Suffice to say it inolved a great deal of pain which was only slightly offset by the survival of me alcohol
"You dont appreciate a lot of stuff in school until you get older. Little things like being spanked every day by a middle aged woman: stuff you'd pay good money for these days."
Rick doesn't update until 5:00 p.m. usually, and it seems like I'm the only person awake and on the board when you usually post the satire. Take it easy. Take some notes, sleep on it, then put the bugger on the board tomorrow afternoon. Or morning. Hell, it's your schedule.
Besides, the fact that you sedulously put together a new column every week — when most wrestling writers are, shall we say, less than punctual — gives you the right to slack off for a day, or even half of one. Sure, you're not going to get the CRZ Ironman award, but you're far above average.
Tsk, tsk, tsk. You totally blew the fact that Steiner wore his Chainmail, +1 vs. Cruiserweights because he remembers Christian being the Light-Heavyweight champion back in fall of '98. As for the rest: