R.I.P.

My DVR died. It was 80% full. This is a great loss! It happened on Sunday. I called the cable company, and the woman tried to fix it remotely, but nothing could resuscitate the box. They sent a tech over this morning. He didn't even try to fix it, just pronounced it "fried" and gave me a new one.

The funny thing was, he arrived at my house at 9:05. He had to call the company to tell them he was giving me a new box, and they asked him if he had tried all these techniques to fix the old one. He said, "yes, but it's dead." (He tried nothing). Then they asked him what time he had arrived chez moi and he said, "8:30." Not true!

Well, now I have a 0% full DVR. It's like a fresh slate! (although, now I don't know what happened on the OC or Mile High or Lost... can anyone fill me in?)

Because I had to wait for the cable guy, I was about 45 minutes later than normal leaving the house. Guess who was walking up the street when I left? You got it, My Nemesis! I beat him to the bus stop, and when the bus arrived, I was first in line to get on. I was asking the driver where he was going (his sign was wrong) and My Nemesis pushed into me to get on first! And then, the bus was really crowded, and I had to stand right next to him, touching his ratty old Nike gym bag. You have no idea how horrible that was.