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Today sucked.

I spent the morning talking–mostly listening, in fact–to lawyers who were way out of their depth. I’m sure that these lawyers were really excellent with respect to Chinese tax law, or contracts involving more than three Norwegians, or whatever the fuck they specialize in, but it sure isn’t intellectual property. Amazing.

After that, I discovered that the load of dishes that I ran before I left for New York did not exactly succeed. I opened it to find a large pool of extremely dirty water and dishes that were definitely no cleaner than when I put them in. The special olympian who installed my new garburetor didn’t punch out the plastic plug that blocks the dishwasher intake, so it couldn’t drain. Thank god my dishwasher was made by smart people who understand that if it isn’t draining, don’t add any more water. Otherwise I’d have had a kitchen with a quarter inch of mold on the floor instead of a bunch of smelly dishes. An hour with some screwdrivers and a hammer fixed that problem.

I spent the entire afternoon at home waiting for the cable guy to come complete the installation with their 1960s technology. I think it’s fair to expect, in the 21st century, that they be able to flip a switch at the central office and enable my cable service. Needless to say, this spectacular pig fucker never showed up, so I put off my errands grocery shopping all day for no particularly good reason.

I’m in a pretty foul mood. And I can’t get the Lustre modules to insert.