In a classic example of “You can’t get there from here” the WordPress upgrade is incompatible with my Mac OSX and keeps telling me to upgrade firefox. By changing my settings to “fuck you” I can still post but gosh, wouldn’t my life be better if it had fewer pieces of software in it? Don’t all nod at once.
Buzz did not need a battery, he needed to be handled by Jeff, who touched him and returned him to noisiness.
What female equivalent is there to the male ability to just TOUCH something electro-mechanical – indeed, sometimes just walk into the room where it languishes unfunctional, for it to suddenly be well?
There must be SOMETHING.
Buzz died again. It’ll be connectors or cables.