William H. Devereaux

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Random musings & smartass remarks. Neurolurker. Dilettante. He/him/his. Yes, the same one from that other site. Interested in (but not necessarily posting about) (or even doing) higher ed, IT, infosec, knitting, cocktails, science fiction, music, history, religion, rookie dog ownership, and old movies.
I have occasionally been successful at small carpentry or electrical projects. But I don't think I've ever had a plumbing project come out right without professional help.

I succeeded in removing the drain pump from my dishwasher and putting a new one on.

In the process of doing so, I managed to knock the water supply line around to the extent that the solder joint at the cutoff valve came loose. A plumber is on the way, and even if the dishwasher works (which I'm EXTREMELY skeptical of) we have lost whatever savings we realized by making it a DIY project (and then some).

You can't bite my head off when I suggest something we might do and then be surprised/concerned when I don't feel like interacting with you the rest of the evening.
Her: You seem really annoying tonight. Um, I mean, more so than usual.
Me: HOW CAN YOU TELL???!?
"OK look I've made it clear I want CHICKEN and you're not giving me any of the CHICKEN so I'm just going to lick your leg" --- Fido
Fido definitely has a sarcastic streak. If he feels we're not paying enough attention to him he'll lie down on his side on the floor and look pathetic until somebody notices.
For the record, as a parent, I always preferred Polly Pocket to Barbie because the accessories, which were generally flexible rubber rather than hard plastic, were much less painful to step on in the carpet.
I probably should have just stayed and watched Mission Impossible but I was too annoyed to enjoy it.
What kind of idiot goes to the movies and goes into the wrong fucking theater? To be fair they had changed the theater from what was on the ticket, but apparently I was the only one who fucked up because I was the only one who said "what the hell" and got up and left when the movie started.

Off to the movies, as Mrs. D. went to a thing with her theater folks and I didn't feel like dealing with people and I wanted to see the movie.

Me: So they're playing "The Royal Tennenbaums." Do you want to go see it?
Her: I think I remember we saw that when it came out?
Me: Yes, we did.
Her: I remember it was.... a little weird.
Me: ::shrugs noncommittally::
Her: Yeah, thanks, I'm good.