Saturday, November 21, 2009

I'm Electronically Cursed

This post may be a repeat for those of you who follow me on Twitter, but for those of you who don't, it will be brand new.

I have had a bad electronics week. Basically, everything that could have gone wrong electronically has. The only thing that hasn't broken, exploded, disappeared, picked up a picket sign and gone on strike, etc. is my iPod, and that's only because I refuse to touch it until the electronics curse is lifted.

This is how my week went:

  • Sunday night: During Dexter, the TV downstairs starts making this loud, static noise that pretty much drowns out Deb's cussing, Angel and the Lt.'s flirting , and Dexter's thoughts on the Trinity Killer. I'm, of course, forced to watch the TV downstairs because I still have the 13-inch TV plugged in upstairs to see if the black and white problem transcends TV's. Have you ever tried to watch a 13-inch TV across a master bedroom? It's not easy or fun. Anyway, the static is so distracting that I spend most of Dexter sitting on top of my fireplace, switching out cords, tightening connections, and playing around with audio settings. Finally, around midnight (I was watching the second showing thanks to a late-running Amazing Race), I break down and call Charter. They tell me that there is an area outage but schedule an appointment anyway.

  • Monday morning: The static from the downstairs' TV has gone bye-bye so I cancel the appointment. I also get fed up with my upstairs experiment and plug my old TV back in. The black and white problem returns almost immediately. I then spend most of the day searching for a solution online. Unable to find one, I finally look up how to do a hard boot of that particular cable box. Apparently, the directions that I find are wrong because when I do them, my cable box ends up with nothing on it, nothing at all. No time. No guide. No shows. Nothing. I have to call Charter again. They send about three signals before one takes and schedule yet another appointment. Due to the dog diarrhea that is still all over my carpet, I ask that the appointment be scheduled for Wednesday. They concur.

  • The rest of Monday and Tuesday: I continue to search the Internet in hopes that I will find someone with a similar problem. I find a couple of postings on forums where the black and white thing had happen to people with Comcast and with a Tivo DVR. Their problem seemed to be solved by using the AV cords instead of the coaxial cable cord. Thinking that switching cords was the solution to everything, I tried AV cords and failed. The image on the digital and On Demand channels continued to change to black and white. Still convinced that it was the cords and that maybe mine were RG59's, which are only supposed to be used for analog signals, I ran to Walmart, Target, Best Buy, and Dollar General to see how much RG6 cords cost. Too much was the answer I got since no one wanted to sell a RG6 cord shorter than 10 feet. Frustrated, I returned home and went back to Google. For a minute, I was elated when Google returned a blog post about the same problem. That elation, however, quickly turned to embarrassment once I realized the post was MINE. I then gave up and went to bed.

  • Wednesday morning: I get up early to finish cleaning carpet. Not long after I finish, I get a call from the local Charter office asking me if I was still having problems with my service. I said that I was. The dispatcher asked me what the problem was. I told her. She put me on hold for a minute. When she came back on the line, she told me that the technician wasn't coming because he said the problem was the TV and that he told me this last time. I informed her that he never said it was the TV; he said that it could be the TV or it could be the box. She responded by saying, "Well, he says it's the TV now. He's not coming." I said, "Fine. Cancel the appointment, and soon as you hang up, I'm calling back and asking for a manger." Five seconds later she told me the technician would come after all.

  • Wednesday at lunch: The technician shows. He spends five minutes testing the line and royally messing up the settings on my TV. Then he tells me that it's the TV, that he won't give me another box, no matter how many times I ask for one, and leaves. I'm enraged and take to Twitter. The Charter rep on Twitter apologizes for the local office's behavior and suggests that I switch out the box with the one downstairs. I've done that before. I already know what's going to happen. It's going to go to black and white. I thank him for the suggestion, as I realize that I'm going to have to get a new TV, whether I want to or not.

  • Wednesday afternoon: I spend hours at Walmart, Target, and Best Buy trying to figure out what I can afford. When I finally decide that I'll have to go with the off-brand that's on sale at Best Buy, even though I don't want to, I can't get a soul to help me. I spend a good 15 minutes staring absently at the 26-inch Dynex that I'm going to buy while I wait for the rep to assist me. When she finally does, she ends up talking me into buying the bundled Monster HDMI cord/surge protector/screen cleaning package. Having skipped lunch and having only eaten a Nutrigrain bar for breakfast, I could have cared less at that moment that I could have probably gotten all of those things at Walmart for cheaper. I just wanted to go home, eat, and watch a TV that was actually in color.

  • Late Wednesday afternoon and Wednesday night: I call and schedule a tech to come out the next day and install the HD. I make the appointment for after lunch in case something ends up being wrong with the TV. I ask the Charter rep if Best Buy was full of it when they said I needed the HDMI cord; he said that they weren't and that I did need it. After I hang up with him and eat, I start to set up the TV. Wanting nothing more to do with the box that the other tech would not take, I hooked the cable directly into the TV. The cable tuner picked up 155 channels instead of the normal 96. I was happy until I couldn't figure out what all the other cords that came with the TV went to. After looking at the HD boxes on Charter's web site, I realized the what--the cable box. The cables were component cables that were used when the cable box did not have a HDMI outlet. From the looks of it, Charter had very little of the HDMI ones. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach and called Charter back. The rep assured me that if I wanted a HDMI box, I would get one. All she had to do was put it in the notes, and the request would print out on the work order in the morning.

  • Thursday morning: I wake up with the same sinking feeling but try to ignore it while I wait for my 1 p.m. appointment. At 11 a.m., I decide to risk missing Charter's confirmation call and go get lunch. When I get back, the Charter install guy is already blocking my driveway and waiting on me, almost two hours early. I go in, put the dogs in the bathroom, put up my food, and wait for him to finish looking at whatever he was looking at outside. When he comes in, he has what I was dreading he would have--the component cable box. I admittedly flip out. He claims that it wasn't on the work order but calls to see if he can get me one. The warehouse claims to have one left, and someone agrees to drive it out. An hour later he finally installs it. I'm less than impressed with the picture on the non-HD channels, but he tells me that's how it's supposed to look and gives me some kind of 10-day warranty that allows me to call him directly if something malfunctions. Not long after he leaves, I flip the receipt over and see that, despite his claims to the contrary, the work order does say HDMI.

  • Thursday afternoon: Having read online that you need a progressive scan DVD player or better on a HDTV, I attempt to switch out my 8-or-so-year-old DVD player with the el cheapo one in my office, which claims to have progressive scan capabilities. However, when I plug the component cords into the TV, the TV refuses to recognize the player. I freak out because I'm scared the outlets or ports or whatever they're called are bad. To test this theory, I unhook my DVD-R player from the guest room and plug it into the same holes. The TV miraculously recognizes it, and I realize that you get what you paid for when you buy a DVD player from the Dollar Store.

  • Thursday night: I'm super excited to watch Survivor and CSI in HD. The excitement is short-lived when I realize that the sound is dropping out every 5 to 10 minutes. At some point during CSI, I stop putting up with it and start trying to fix it. I change every audio setting I can on the TV and cable box; nothing helps. I plug in the old DVD player that was originally in the bedroom. The sound is fine. I think back to the sound yesterday; I noticed no drops then as well. I call Charter and ask what was I supposed to do. They tell me to call the install guy in the morning.

  • Friday morning: I call the guy. He tells me it's probably something with the matrix setting and that he'll come by and fix it once he's through with his other four installs. While I'm waiting, I decide to go to Walmart and see if they have a cheap, progressive scan DVD player. They have a $30 Magnavox one. I grab it and hurry home, not wanting to miss the cable guy. I go to hook it up, only to discover that the picture is so grainy you can't even watch it. I say a few choice four- and five-letter words, pack it up, and go back to Walmart. After standing in line at customer service, I return to the DVD player section. I quickly realize that what I need is an up-conversion DVD player, not a progressive scan, but that Walmart is all out of cheap HDMI cords. Refusing to pay more for a cord than I do the player, I leave empty-handed.

  • Friday afternoon: The cable guy still hasn't shown up at 4 p.m. The Twitter rep tells me to call him to see if he can give me an ETA. I do and find out that the guy still has two more jobs. He says he'll be here just as soon as he can. Soon turns out to be around 6 p.m. He plays around with the sound settings, tells me that matrix is usually reserved for external speakers, and that putting it on stereo should fix the problem. He also tells me that it's perfectly normal for the fan on the box to run nonstop and be as loud as it is (I can hear it a foot or more away).

  • Friday night: I turn on the TV around 7:15 to watch The Young and the Restless, which is on the non-HD Soapnet. You can probably guess what happens next. The sound drops out. At 8 p.m. I turn it to Law & Order on the NBC-HD channel. The sound drops out again. I'm close to losing it at this point, but I put up with it through Law & Order and most of Monk. Towards the end of the latter show, however, I've had enough and call Charter for the 100th time. The lady sends a signal that she hopes fixes it and tells me that, if it doesn't, to call the install guy in the morning. I express my concern about getting a new box that has a HDMI outlet. She assures me that I'll be able to get one, even if it means going on a waiting list and having to use a loaner, non-HDMI box in the meantime. I told her what I've been told before about the local office refusing to give you a newer, better box if nothing is wrong with yours. She tries to assure me that their policy wouldn't apply to a loaner, but I'm not convinced.

  • Late Friday night: Nearly an hour later the signal has not gone through. I unplug the box and plug it back in to see if it would work. It didn't. Not only did it not work, it caused the lips and the words to be out of sync. That makes me even more nuts than the dropped sound so I call Charter once again. I tell the new rep what's happening with the lip sync, as well as the dropped sound, the grainy picture, and a new problem that I had discovered in the last few hours (a very, very hot top to the box). The rep tells me that the overheating is probably causing all the problems and that I need to call the install guy. He then sends a signal to try to fix the lip sync problem until the morning. I'm so exhausted at this point that I don't even stay up long enough to see if the new signal fixed the dropped audio as well.

  • Saturday morning: I wake up, down some donuts I shouldn't be downing, get a quick shower, and call the install guy. The install guy tells me he has the weekend off, which of course makes me feel bad for calling, even though Charter told me to. He says he'll talk to the warehouse Monday and see if he can get me another HDMI box, but he can't guarantee that he can. Once again I voice my concerns about the local office being willing to replace a loaner that has nothing wrong with it other than it has the wrong kind of cord. He says he'll see what he can do, but I'm not feeling very assured. I'm also scared the hot box is going to burn down the house.

  • Saturday at lunch: I decide to go price up-conversion DVD players and HDMI cords since I'm up and dressed. I find out that, while Best Buy's players are about the same price as Walmarts, their cords are twice as much. Since my stomach is feeling extremely queasy from the donuts, I drive as fast as I can to Target or, more particularly, to Target's bathroom. I say sayonara to the donuts and then head over to the electronics department, expecting to see much of the same. Instead, I find that they have an up-conversion player for $7 less than Walmart and Best Buy ($33 on sale), but that the sale ends today. I spend 15 minutes debating whether to get it and the 3-foot HDMI cord, which was the cheapest HDMI cord anyone sold. I finally decide to get them, even if it means that I have to stick the player behind the TV to get the short cord to work, check out, and drive home.

  • Saturday afternoon: I turn on the oven so I can reheat last night's pizza (yes, the no-dairy experiment is over). I figure that I can quickly install the player while the oven preheats. I figure wrong. The first DVD I put in, the one from Netflix, makes all kind of crazy sounds in the player. The picture also flickers several times when it first comes on. All I can think is, "Ah, hell. Here we go again." I spend the next hour trying out various DVD's while silently hoping the oven doesn't burn the house down. I discover that some DVD's, the newer ones with zero scratches, hardly make any sounds in the player, while some, the ones that are dirty or scratched up, make loud noises. I also discover that taking the player off auto-convert and changing it to 720p or 1080i output solves the flickering problem. I calm down a little, but only a little.

  • Saturday night: I'm sitting here, typing this post, praying that my laptop doesn't decide to go the way of the cable box. After talking to Best Buy on the phone and finding out that they'll let me return the HDMI cord, I'm also thinking that maybe having component cables and a less sharp picture aren't such a bad thing after all, if it ends all the electronics drama. In a few minutes, I'm going to play that Netflix DVD. If it turns out that I hear the crazy noises all the way through or the picture isn't converted into HD like it's supposed to be, I'm going to take the player back to Target tomorrow. That means I get to waste another entire day on electronics drama and that a deserted island with no electronics whatsoever is looking better and better.
If anyone knows how to end this curse, short of moving to that island, please let me know. I'll try anything at this point. Magic potions. Salt over my shoulder. Even an anti-voodoo doll. I'm that desperate.

(Edited at 1 a.m. to say the new DVD player has now quit as well so I get to go back to Target tomorrow, which is technically today, and beg them to take it and the cheap, piece of crap HDMI cable back. Meanwhile, the box is so hot I'm probably going to have to unplug it to go to sleep.

Seriously...freakin'...cursed...)

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Another Example of My HOA's Double Standards

I've had my homeowners' association on my mind again this week, mostly because after next week I will want to put up Christmas decorations outside. The HOA has never said anything about Christmas decorations in the past, but I'm starting to think they might this year just because they seem to hate me for reasons that I have yet to understand. Now I'm not going to go all Griswold on them. My house won't be some bright, glowing spot on Google satellite maps. I just want to put up my usual holiday fanfare--multicolored, icicle lights on the bottom story gutter, a lighted wreath on my door, and if I really feel like going all out, lighted garland and red bows above the first-floor windows. I will probably also put out a Christmas mat, but really, who can tell the difference between a mat with dancing, Santa-hatted penguins and a mat with fleur-de-lis from the street?

So here I am, all stressed out about whether a little holiday cheer will incur the wrath of the HOA, when I see this neighborhood oddity, a nickle grey mailbox, coming back from the grocery store the other day. There it was, all bright and shiny, four houses into the subdivision and sticking out like a sour thumb in a sea of dull, black mailboxes. Seeing as I have read the covenants cover to cover, I know for a fact that all Mailboxes in this neighborhood must be exactly the same. That means if your mailbox rusts to the point of no longer being able to open, you have to buy another flat black mailbox. You can't buy shiny black. You can't buy plastic black, and you dang sure can't buy nonblack or watered down black. It's flat black and nothing else.

Since the mailbox is the fourth house in the subdivision, there is no way that the HOA and the management company for the HOA did not see it. Well, there is one way. They could have been driving past with their eyes closed, but given that there is a sharp curve right after that house, they would have driven straight into a creek a few seconds later. I haven't seen or heard of anyone doing that so, in my opinion, that means they have seen it and they just don't care.

Why? Someone please explain to me why it's okay for someone to violate the explicit mail boxes clause of the covenants, but if I sneeze too hard, the management company sends me a letter on behalf of the HOA telling me I need to clean up my snot in seven days or incur a $200 fine. I just don't get it. Either apply the covenants to all of us in an even-handed manner, or don't apply them at all.

Given how long that mailbox has been up--two weeks so far--I have half a mind to buy a Santa mailbox topper for mine, just to see what they would say. I'm sure it will be something that Scrooge himself would be proud of.

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Friday, November 20, 2009

The Spastic Wanderer

Earlier today I had to take a progressive scan DVD player back to Walmart because the picture was worse on it than on my 8 or 9 year old, non-progressive player. On the way back from Walmart, I saw this guy near the stop sign who was jerking his hands and body all around as he walked towards me. I was a little concerned, not because I thought the guy was an ax murderer, but because I thought something was wrong with him. In fact, I was so concerned that I almost pulled over when I saw his right arm shoot out in and his body kind of lean towards the traffic. I thought maybe someone had hit him with their car, that he had been stung by a bee and was going into anaphylactic shock, or that he was having an epileptic seizure.

It's a good thing that I didn't pull over, or I would have looked a little stupid. As I got closer, I realized that what I had mistaken as pain or some side effect of a medical condition was a sad attempt at dancing. The guy was wearing those old headphones from the 80's, the kind that are big enough to even cover Dumbo's ears, and bopping or break-walking along to whatever was coming out of them, completely oblivious to the traffic around him.

On the one hand, I wanted to applaud the guy for doing what he enjoyed, even if everyone driving by him was laughing as hard as I was.

On the other hand, all I could think was, "At least it wasn't me this time."

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I Want to Sing. I Just Don't Know What.

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After that conversation with my sister (see post below), I need another one of those nights where I crank up the iPod, sing, and dance around my house like no one can hear or see me. I actually have not had one of those since I wrote that post last month about doing the lambada while I dusted. I think the realization that the neighbors can hear me verbally strangling a cat singing put a bit of a damper on Careless Karaoke. However, given the amount of trash that I've had to pick out of my yard or kick back into someone else's this week, I think it's time for a little musical payback. I'm just trying to think of what would be even more annoying than the Divynls "I Touch Myself." Maybe all 100 rounds of "100 Bottles of Beer on the Wall?" "We All Live on a Yellow Submarine"? "I'm a Little Teapot"? I don't know. I think that all of those songs would annoy me so much that I would stop singing them before I even got to the chorus. If you have any good ideas, please leave them in the comments below. I can always put off Careless Karaoke until tomorrow night.

Meanwhile, if you can sing, you should check out PopStation.com. It's currently sponsoring a contest called the Big Deal for singers with real talent, as opposed to singers like me who just want to annoy their neighbors. Every week PopStation releases an original PopStation song in each genre of music and makes the song available to you in one of its practice rooms. If you like the song and want to record it, you go into the practice room; rehearse the song using the lyric sheets, demos, backtracks, and videos that PopStation gives you; download the instrumental version of the song and the PopStation Studio when you're ready to record; record your take as an MP3 file; upload it to PopStation; and enter the contest. If your song wins the Big Deal, you'll spend three nights in a luxury New York hotel and two days in a New York recording studio recording an album. That could very well be the foot in the music world's door that you need.

The contest just reminded me of my sister since she has this t-shirt that says, "I'm kind of a big deal." Well, she got the big part right. (Yes, I'm feeling mean today.) Maybe I need a good song to sing around her, too. Right now the only thing I can think of is "The Devil Went Down to Georgia." It's not exactly annoying, but it is accurate.

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Please Send Me Back to the Cabbage Patch

Peanut butter and jelly for Thanksgiving is looking better and better. It may not be festive, but I can always buy a turkey shaped cookie cutter and make it a little more Thanksgiving like. Plus, it's a lot less nauseating than sitting through a meal with my sister.

I just got off the phone with my sister. She had called to complain about my grandmother and the bill situation--as expected, my grandmother is expecting her to pay everything, not just her portion of the bill--and ended up asking me about her upcoming cruise. Months ago, she had asked me if I would babysit Chandler while she was on the cruise. I said that I would if I had not found a job by then and if I had nothing else planned.

Flash forward a few months. I have realized that I should have explicitly stated the other condition; I'll do it if she pays for my gas and gives me money to feed her child. It's going to take me around $100 to drive there and back, and I know Chandler is going to expect to eat out everyday. That's probably going to be another $100.

I told her this condition today. She refused to meet it. She said I could just stay at our grandmother's from Thanksgiving until her cruise on the 15th. Right. Because I don't need to put up a Christmas tree. I don't need to Christmas shop. I don't need to look for a job, take my dog to the vet to have that polyp cut off of her butt, breathe air that's not laden with cigarette smoke, or anything else that would involve putting me or my dogs first. No, I just need to stay at my grandmother's for the entire month of December and take care of my nephew so my sister can go out and party like it's 1999.

Yes, that's definitely what I need to do.

Selfish you know what.

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Thursday, November 19, 2009

Another Thursday Thunk It, Plus a Blog Award

I really enjoyed answering the Thursday Thunks questions last week so I decided to participate in the prompt again this week. I'm sorry that it's going up a little late in the day, but I've had more cable drama that I'll wait to write about until tomorrow. Today's Thursday Thunks are brought to you by Kimber, the color of a clown fish, and the number 10595. (No, I have no idea what any of that means. I'm just repeating the info from Thursday Thunks.)

1. If you won a brand new house in a Dream House Giveaway would you move into it, sell it to pay the taxes and make a profit, rent it out, or give it to a family member/friend who might need it?

That one's easy. I'd move in a heartbeat so long as my neighbors did not decide to move with me. In case you're new to this blog, I currently live smack in the middle of the Village of the Damned. I might try to sell the Dream House while I'm living in it, but I would not--repeat, would not--hire Little Miss Snippy Pants as my realtor.

2. Are you good at billards?

How do you define good? If you define it as being able to make the balls fly through the air with the greatest of ease, then yes, I'm good. In fact, I rock. If you define it as actually making the balls go where they're supposed to, which I assume is in the holes on the pool table, then the answer is no, I'm not good. I'm not even close.

3. Does anyone on the planet really want to see Levi Johnston naked in Playgirl (other than when Bristol Palin did)?

Uh, no. I would prefer not to go blind by 34, thank you very much. Hef needs to take time out from those ditsy twins and the Holly replacement and fire whoever at Playgirl thought that anyone would want to see Mr. Johnston's Johnson.

4. Is your phone ringing right now?

No.

5. Do you think man has eaten or tried to eat every type of animal on the face of the earth at one point or another? If not, what don't you think man has tried?

No. I don't think he has tried porcupine because the spines would be a bitch to swallow and could very well slice the jugular on the way down.



6. The new movie Avatar has been showing sneak peeks and been hyped to the max. Will you see it?

Yes, when it comes to Netflix. Until then I'll just continue to wonder if it has anything to do with the Avatar cartoon my nephew used to watch.

7. If a slightly bigger fish eats a small fish, then a bigger fish immediately eats that one, then an even bigger fish immediately eats that fish and then finally a huge fish eats the one that just ate that fish and it gets caught by you... how many meals will you have from that one fish?

None. I'm allergic to fish.

8. If you had an appointment with the doctor and all the plants in the office were dead, would you still see the doctor?

Yes, but I would never ask the doctor's receptionist to watch my dogs.

9. Have you ever seen the number 666 in a dream?

Yes, every time I have a nightmare dream about my sister. She has it tattooed in invisible ink across her forehead.

10. "At 20 years of age the will reigns, at 30 the wit, at 40 the judgment."~ Benjamin Franklin. So what happens at 50, 60, 70, 80, 90, 100?

At 50, the hot flashes reign. At 60, the wrinkles. At 70, the arthritis. At 80, the Tylox. At 90, the restricted menu at the nursing home. At 100, the nurse who holds a mirror up to your face to see if you're still breathing.

11. Would you want your phone number to be (area code) 123-4567?

No, but I would want it to be 867-5309, at least for a week, even if that meant I'd have to change my name to Jenny.

If you want to read others' answers to this week's Thursday Thunks, be sure to check out the links on the Thursday Thunks blog.

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Now onto the blog award. I have turned into a super procrastinator when it comes to posting these things. It's a bird. It's a plane. No, it's just Staci forgetting she needs to pass on a blog award.

This award, the Superior Scribbler Award, comes courtesy of April at Crazy Little Thing Called Life, who I want to give a big thanks to for thinking of me as a "superior scribbler."

The rules are as follows:
  1. Each Superior Scribbler must pass the award on to 5 deserving blog friends.
  2. The Scribbler must link to the Scribbler who gave him or her the award.
  3. The Scribbler must display the blog and link to this post, which explains the award.
  4. The Scribbler must add his or her name to the McLinky list on that blog post. (I misunderstood this one and thought it meant on the post of the person who gave it to you. Now I feel kind of stupid because I realize there was another blog involved. Nothing like adding your name nearly two weeks late.)
  5. The Scribbler must post the rules on his or her blog.
I'm going to pass this on to five deserving blogs that I haven't given anything to in the past:

I Do Things
A Lot of Loves
The Fly on the Wall
WAHM Resource Site
Inconsequential Logic

Congrats to all!

On a somewhat different note, assuming I can avoid cable drama tomorrow, I plan on catching up on everyone's blogs tomorrow. I'm sorry I haven't been dropping by as much, but I swear if it's not one thing breaking around here (dog's digestive system), it's another (my tv). I want just one non-stressful week. Thanks to Thanksgiving, it probably won't be next week, but a girl can always hope.

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RegWork and the Work I Have to Come

If you read yesterday's post, you know that I've been having to deal with the after effects of a sick dog. The sun finally came out today (in the literal sense, not figurative), and it made me realize a couple of things. (1) The carpet is still wet two days later. (2) There are still some poo stains that need to be even wetter.

I swear that I went over those spots about 20 times Tuesday night, and they're still not clean. It may take another 20 passes before they are. I guess I should have added this little tip to yesterday's post: steam clean sooner rather than later, even if you have to repeat the cleaning the very next day. Your light-colored carpet will thank you.

You know what else will thank you from a regular cleaning? Your computer registry. Just because you delete unwanted files from your computer on a regular basis doesn't mean that you're also deleting every remnant of them from your windows registry. Usually traces of the files stay behind, kind of like that brown stuff on my carpet, and cause your computer to run slow. You need to run a registry cleaner on a regular basis in addition to a program like Disk Cleanup to keep your computer in prime condition. Regwork is a free program that won't only clean your registry for you, it will repair registry errors as well. To use it or to learn more, check out Regwork at Regwork.com.

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