Earlier today, when Jen and I couldn’t get online all day at work, we came up with a theory.

Mr. Rogers was the one thing holding the internet together, and his passing made everything just fall to crap because code wasn’t written to keep the damn thing going when he died. Kinda like the millenium bug thing, but with more sweaters.

Then I came home, and lo and behold the internet does still work. So I finally got to read the obit at cnn.com and find out what happened to the poor guy, and it made me really sad. Cancer truly sucks ass.

On a lighter note, last night in an email I started listing all of the currently broken stuff in my life. For your amusement, here's what I came up with.

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Broken Stuff:

-couch (It's not really broken if it’s being held up by phone books, right? I sorta fixed it.)

-vcr

-cd player

-hairbrush (really not all that necessary anymore, I guess. Funny thing is it broke the day I got my hair cut supershort again back in October)

-camera

-answering machine (it works fine, but it won’t let me record a greeting. Which I guess is fine, since no one calls my house phone anyway.)

-two fingernails on my left hand

-left eyeball

-computer desk (is on it’s way to broken)

-computer

-watchband

-the exit sign in the car

-one of the ice scrapers in the car

-whatever it is that makes my car sound like a dying cow when I use the right turn signal

-my parents

-some of the oreos in the container on top of the microwave

-possibly my brain

I’ve also probably broken 4-5 glasses over the past month or so while doing dishes. There comes a point in every person’s life where they must think about exploring the full potential of plastic.

Insert a hilarious half hour long phone conversation with my sister between that last sentence and this one. I lost where I was going with the list, so I’m just gonna stop writing and go eat dinner. Plop.