Note No. 68
May 16, 2010
I’m not saying that helicopters are chasing me. But aliens might be.
It all starts a few nights ago, when I am having a glass of wine and reading this post by The Bloggess, who is maybe the funniest person in the world, if you didn’t already know that. Anyhow, her camera was broken by ghosts and so what a coincidence to be reading that story when my laptop freezes and then reboots to show me this.
Non-Mac owners: a file folder with a flashing question mark inside of it is not something you want to see when you start up your computer. Still, it’s not the end of the world— until you go through the steps to repair the disk and get told that the disk has errors. Then you try to verify the disk and get told that it needs to be repaired, so you try to repair it again and get told again that it has errors.
Translation: you’re going to have to buy a new hard drive or a new computer and I hope you backed up your old one.
Fine. If the ghosts are going to take away my toy, I can find another one to play with. I decide to forget my computer for the night and go into the living room to watch TV, which I hardly ever do, but when there’s a TiVo, as there is at my sister’s house where I am living, it completely changes the scenario. I am not in the mood to watch any of the TiVo programs, though, so I start surfing the live channels and end up watching, um, Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous.
There. I said it.
That’s not the worst part, though. The worst part is that it starts blipping and blooping, like there are gremlins inside. I try to ignore it and get through the movie. (I know: you’re thinking that the blipping and blooping is probably HELPING me get through the movie but in all fairness, I didn’t see the first one, so it’s not like I’m a repeat offender here.)
Anyhow, the next morning, it is still happening. I change channels and it keeps happening. Finally, I stop on The History Channel and start watching a special on Russia’s Roswell. About midway through, when I am already well sucked into the testimonies by renowned ufologists and the creepy sepia-toned reenactments of fighter jets shooting down flying saucers and masked men picking apart the radioactive wreckage, I realize that the blipping and blooping has stopped.
As if the aliens have stopped it.
And before you tell me that it is just a coincidence, explain why the blipping and blooping starts again this morning, when I turn on Scrubs?
Whatever. I don’t care. All of this really happened and the aliens probably are responsible but I think I just wanted to write this post so that I could link to The Bloggess’s story about ghosts and cats and eBay. Eight hours left on bidding, you guys.