I had a pager that recovered from a toilet dunking, but the speaker was never quite the same. It was more of a whisperer than a pager after that.

At least it fell in post flush.

Must have been the toilet water. :(

I am waiting a call from a student today, to arrange for him to come and collect his phone.

I found it on my way home last night, and promptly used it to call "Home" to reassure the person that their phone was safe and well. If it hadn't been giving off a low battery warning I probably would have waited for a decent hour, but I figured they'd be happy to hear from me, even though it was late.

Oops.
"Home" to a student is the home of their parent. I got a poor old Dad out of his bed with a random story about a found mobile. He tried to contact his son all night and finally got him at 04.00...

From trying to be a Good Samaritan I think I actually caused more trouble.

Nah. You may have been a catalyst, but the father and son caused their own trouble.

my precioussssss
 

Reading yesterdays horoscope too late

Today's Outlook for
Monday March 05, 2007
Yesterday |TODAY| Tomorrow

The Sun's annual conjunction with Uranus, the most unusual planet in our solar system, can rattle our metaphysical windows and shake our emotional walls. Even the Moon's entry into polite Libra at 4:25 am EST isn't enough to moderate this wild and unpredictable energy. Still, we should think twice before acting in a potentially offensive manner. :smack:

One ring to rulle them all...

Reading horoscopes
 

Posted: Sun Mar 04, 2007 11:00 pm
Cancer:

Partnerships can be tricky, and right now you're feeling some tension with someone you have to work with. Problems from the past are resurfacing, and you're having a hard time forgiving and forgetting. You may need a bit more time to cool off, so if you can postpone this joint task, you should. If you can't, then the two of you need to agree to disagree so you can work together toward a larger goal. Be rational, not emotional -- and get busy.

:redface:

I remember leaving my 126 Kodak Brownie camera on a bench at the Trevy Fountain in Rome in 1964. I was 8 and when we had left and I realized that I had forgotten it, it was too late. We went back and looked and it was not there. My dad got mad at me and said something about how I should never have been entrusted with such a valuable camera.

Not quite the same value as your loss but at that age it sure seemed big.

Remember folks, pay it forward. Your good deeds will come back to you. Good Karma.

Not when he finds out she ratted him out to the old man. :lol:
btw, welcome to the Cellar if you haven't been. No, even if you have been.

About 15 years ago, my daily driver was a big old, formerly indifferently maintained, six-cylinder Ford Falcon. G/f & I decided one weekend to drive to my parents property in the sticks, about 250km away. Being a clever lad, I remembered to top up the oil, check the tyre pressures etc before we left.

About half way into the trip there, I got a flat - the front nearside. When I jacked the car up I saw a big smear of oil all down the inner guard and under the car. Further investigation revealed an absent oil cap and no oil reading at all on the dipstick. I'd left it off when I checked it earlier.

Luckilly, I had a full bottle of oil in the boot, so I refilled the engine and luckier still, found that the oil cap had become wedged in the engine bay and not got lost on the road somewhere. The journey was completed without further incident.

Conclusion: With karmic help, I'm almost smart enough to counteract my own stupidity.

Heh.

My first car, my first love, was a Triumph TR250. It ran like a scalded dog. 2.5 liters of straight six power, dual Strombergs (with whom I had an unbreakable non-aggression pact: I didn't fuck with them and they didn't fuck with me), and that tiny car (I could reach both outside door handles at the same time from the driver seat) (I could place my palm on the pavement and still see over the dash) (small and light)... [/reverie]

Anyway, I washed it, I cleaned it, I tuned it I loved that car to death. Once, during the summer, I had the hood open, and noticed a drip of oil. I traced the source of the oil the the 1/8 inch semi-rigid nylon line from the sending unit on the block to the oil pressure gauge in the dash. There was a minute crack in the line, and the oil naturally seeped out of the crack.

I *needed* the oil gauge so I decided to tape over the crack. Stop laughing, I was 16? 17? I taped it real good too. My dad wandered over and observed that a better idea would be to just back the line out of the little brass fitting in the block, insert a machine screw in the hole, and drive it with no oil pressure gauge until I got a replacement line.

Dad! I am taking care of this. I have cleaned and taped this very thoroughly. It'll be fine.

Ok.

I should say that about this time my dad was going through some mental problems, and was about as sharp as a pound of wet liver. About as smart as a box of rocks. He made a miraculous recovery as I aged a few years, miraculous I tell you.

Back to the story...I took the patched TR out for a drive in the mountains. We lived in Southern California at the time and I decided to make a circle trip up I15 through the Cajon Pass and up into the mountains, through Big Bear, Arrowhead, Crestline. Man, that's some pretty driving country, and especially so in the California summer in a convertible. Heaven. That sweet throaty growl as I wound up and down through the gearbox, the pop pop pop after I double clutched and downshifted for the next turn, I miss it still. Rowwwwwwrrrrrrrr, I'm sure some of you remember that sound fondly as the car is slowed by the engine braking when you're off the gas and in gear.

But something was wrong this time. It went Rowwwwrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. pffffft. Now coasting. Into the parking lot of a NAPA auto parts store. Karma can be brutal.

Yes. The tape patch was utterly worthless. No, it was sufficient to slow the leak until I was ALL THE WAY INTO THE MOUNTAINS before it permitted the last life sustaining drop of oil to seep between the well lubricated layers of tape on that oil line.

The tow truck trip was about $250.

The new engine was about $650 (and I lost the chrome valve cover and got a dumb red one instead :()

The lesson that Father *does* know best was priceless, and he never ever said I told you so. I can only hope to have a recovery as miraculous as his.

Middle of a tropical storm... if you have not been in one, you cannot imagine the rain. "just jumping out" for a "sec" to give a friend a fiver before heading home.
This is before the days of cell-phones, AAA (I was about nineteen) for me, and around ten at night and I live in a small town (no one was around, the friend was working and could not leave).
I realized that I felt the lock depress under my hand as I closed the door to my running, lights on, wipers on, radio on, vehicle just as I heard the slam of the door.
I had to hold the car to stand, water washes over my ankles, the streetlights go out...

Erm, did you happen to ....ahh...look at the pictures or text messages on there??

There's some really interesting things on other peoples phones :blush:

I'd die if anyone found mine.