7.10.05

Category: dribblings

leetle brather is still in the hospital. so keep praying.

dad came over this afternoon he was on his way home from “preparing” the Holy House for whatever is left of this hurricane business.
Monkey Hate Hurricanes.

anyway i told him about finding old radio dtuff on the internet and he was all, “let’s plug it in!”
and i was all, “are you kidding me? it’ll catch fire!”
and he was all, “nah, let’s see what happens.”
and i’m all, “it’s your funeral.”

so we took it into the kitchen (the room with the most light) to check out the insides again. and then he just plugs it into the wall socket. and then…nothing. because of course, it’s broken and we knew that. but a light did come on in the front where the tuner is, and all but one of the tubes got hot.

but the knob is missing so the only way to turn it on (and the volume up) is to touch the metal bolt that held the knob. and when dad went to turn the volume up it hummed. “yaaah!”
“whoa, dad. did you hear that?”
“yeah, i felt it too.”
“hee. here’s some pliers.”
“do they have rubber handles?”
“hee. yeah. are you okay?”
“yeah, it wasn’t that big of a jolt.”
“good. hey dad?”
“yeah?”
“do you suppose it’s a good idea to have the power cord run across the sink like that?”
“heh. well it’s not like the sink is full of water or running or anything.”
“yeah. i just don’t want to end up on one of those Vonage commercials.”
“well, it looks like we need a 3575 GT tube.”
“a dime a dozen i’m sure.”
“heh.”
“although…i wouldn’t be surprised if Mr. Finlayson had one.”

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