Raccoon Sadness

[Jon A.]

Originally Posted by Einar72

I actually agree about Muckburgers (name borrowed from the C64 game "Killed Until Dead"). When I was still dating my new wife in Port Orchard, there was one Muckburgers at the top of a hill, and we'd occasionally chew the fatty tissue there. Well, a squirrel, easily 5-7 pounds of wobbly-blobbly came waddling up to my car and started begging. It was so pitiful. It jiggled so much from his fine diet I thought Bill Cosby would throw him in a bowl and do a Jell-O commercial.

I was the butt of jokes at work over a broken CRT. I had just let a freshly modded snd calibrated (by me) Conrac 14-incher slip out of my hands just 6 inches to the concrete floor. Then came a bowling-ball bump and that whoosh from Hell. Whenever I walked by certan folks, they'd start singing a cruelly re-worded version of "Listen to the rhythm of the falling rain".

Whoa, I can't imagine a squirrel that big. Who knew that even a squirrel would settle for a steady diet of that crap.

Man, such retarded co-workers. I won't run my XL-100 until I have touched up the problematic solder joints, otherwise I might eventually get, as someone else here said about a Zenith, "a thunderstorm in a box", followed by a big SNAP and the "whoosh from hell".

Kind of ironic what happened with my Sony. I had to bring it home on the bus, and I had to walk a fair distance to get to the nearest stop, which wasn't that far but seemed longer due to the weight. Then I had to walk a fair distance up a hill to get to the stop for my connecting bus. My arms were fairly rubberized by this time. Finally, I got to the door to my building, started lowering the set, and finally dropped it. There was still quite a bit of noise, even though it wasn't damaged.

I'll never forget the look on the driver's face when I got on the first bus to bring my 1982 RCA home. He didn't actually speak, but his face was saying something like, WTF? Haha.