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Spawnling. Of. Eval.
Oct. 15th, 2004 06:26 pmHere I am, innocently winding down from a hard day at work (I'm still in "yay! I have a job!" mode, so I don't mind), reading my f-list and listening to the Carmen Sandiego soundtrack 'cause I just saw Rockapella in concert last week & that reminded me of how much I love them.
Next thing I know, the resident 14-week-old spawnling of evil (he's much bigger than in the icon, but still too small to be a spawn of evil) has jumped up on the little shelves above the computer and knocked both speakers *and* the network router back behind the desk. The speakers wound up upside down on the floor, with a faint tinny little voice still crooning "let's take a trip to Niagara, this time we'll look at the falls." Fortunately the desk is on rollers so I could retrieve them easily, and everything is still working. But... grrr... whose bright idea was this, anyway, to bring such a destructive little force of chaos into the household?
Oh, yeah. Mine. :-)
Next thing I know, the resident 14-week-old spawnling of evil (he's much bigger than in the icon, but still too small to be a spawn of evil) has jumped up on the little shelves above the computer and knocked both speakers *and* the network router back behind the desk. The speakers wound up upside down on the floor, with a faint tinny little voice still crooning "let's take a trip to Niagara, this time we'll look at the falls." Fortunately the desk is on rollers so I could retrieve them easily, and everything is still working. But... grrr... whose bright idea was this, anyway, to bring such a destructive little force of chaos into the household?
Oh, yeah. Mine. :-)
