Part

[rejectomorph]

Part of my order has arrived. Grrr. Well, it has bought Sluggo a reprieve of at least one more day. It is fortunate that the weather continues to be cool. I suppose the other package will arrive tomorrow.

Anyway, I'm now looking at stuff, figuring out which protuberance of which item is to be stuck into which orifice of which other item. This part makes me feel dirty. I don't mind if the domesticated beasts of the neighborhood, or the local wildlife, copulate on my lawn, but I'd rather not be sticking bits of technology together. Why can't they just do this themselves, in the privacy of a factory? Ech!

Another night to make CDs of various and sundry files, and maybe move a bit more junk out of the room. When will they get around to inventing inter-dimensional storage?

The rain tonight is nice, though.

Comments

[marseille.livejournal.com]

Maybe if you unwrap everything, leave the parts in the open in close proximity, and put on some techno music, you'll find it all assembled in the morning. You might even get some bonus parts. Oh, and leave the instructions out.

[rejectomorph]

The parts might be able to understand the instructions beter than I. The instructions are on one sheet of paper, seven sentences, each translated into six or seven languages, accompanied by a few small pictures, all of it looking as though were copied on a 1958 Xerox machine. Ah, the wonders of modern technology!