Where Dustbunnies Go To Die

First... congratulations to the Philadelphia Phillies and their fans on winning the 2008 World Series. I managed to catch most of the last inning, on-and-off while running back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. I have to confess, though, I wish it had been someone other than Eric Hinske who made the final out.

Second... how the hell does the stylus for my PDA go missing in the eight feet or so between my kitchen counter and my desk? Last night, I was making dinner, and since it was pasta and didn't require a whole lot of attention, I was messing about with my PDA when I got a message that the battery was low. So I turned it off and brought it into the living room, where I plugged it in. Normally, I would slide the stylus into the slot on the right-hand side when I do that, but when I unplugged it before going to bed, the stylus wasn't there. WTF?

Okay, the surface I'd put it on wasn't terribly stable (I'd put it on top of the computer, on top of a pile of old bills that I need to file away, and it slid off while I was plugging it into the power outlet... but the cord kept it from hitting the floor, and it hung over the edge of the desk. Had the stylus slipped out then, it should be under my desk... at worst, under the filing cabinet. I've looked there... it's not there. I even moved the filing cabinet. It can't have gotten under the cedar chest that my printer sits on - those things don't roll.

I know that it'll turn up the second I order a new one from Palm, of course... I figure I've done one of two things:

1. put it down somewhere really stupid, where I'd never think to look, instead of sliding it into the slot when I was plugging it in (and yes, I've looked in the refrigerator, the freezer, the microwave and all of the cabinets that I would have had open last night while making dinner :P ), or


2. I put it down in plain sight and I've looked right at it several times without realizing it (cf. my mad search a couple of months ago for my passport).


Argh. *headdesk*

I'd like to send out a big, fat "qu'est-ce que fuck" to the world right now. (Yes, thespian, I know I just used that phrase in a comment on your LJ, but it seems appropriate.)

Who the hell uses power tools at 10:30 at night? Someone, either next door or above me, is using a power drill. That can stop right now, thankyouverymuch.

And whoever the braintrust is that decided that 7pm was an appropriate closing time for the Home Hardware store at Yonge and St. Clair... I can understand 6pm. I can understand 9pm. But 7pm? I arrived at 7:15 to find the door locked, and I don't know where else around here I can get a bulb for my halogen lamp, which is the only source of light in my living room. I got home last night and turned it on, except that it didn't turn on - which is weird, because normally it fades out, it doesn't blow out. I'm reasonably certain that it's not a fuse issue, as all of the fuses seem to be okay. (And even if one isn't, again, there's that hardware store problem...) So I've been sitting here more-or-less in the dark the past two evenings, using the dining room and hall lights to see by.

Power seems to be an issue this week. Earlier this week, I arrived at work to find that we were experiencing our second power failure since I started there, and when I got in today, my computer was off because there had been another power failure this morning before I arrived.

This better not be related to yesterday's zombie apocalypse. Because if it is, I have blunt objects and I know how to use them...