To everything there is a season

Y’think Billy Crystal might be God? ‘Cause I can just see Him up there, waiting for the Basement Bozos to finish cleaning up after the Shit Monsoon — which they finally did today, just shy of five months from the actual incident — so He can pitch a change-up at us, just for laughs.

“What, they hung the door? The bathroom door? The one the goyim mis-measured twice? The putzes actually made it fit? Who knew? Oh, I’m tellin’ ya, this is the time to hit ’em from another direction altogether. Forget the basement, I’m thinking kitchen. Let’s croak their refrigerator. Hah? A laugh riot. He just went to the grocery, f’chrissakes. It’ll kill, trust me.”

And you want to know the really funny part? After Herself went to the Safeway for $15 worth of ice and I packed the contents of the ‘fridge into three giant Igloo coolers, the fucking ‘fridge seems to be getting cooler all of a sudden.

Billy Crystal, the shmuck, is God. You heard it here first.

4 thoughts on “To everything there is a season

  1. Damn new fridges. We re-did the kitchen about three years ago and got a new fridge. The whole damn thing is controlled by this little circuit board. Given we live in one of the lightning capitals of the U.S., guess what happened last year. Fried the electronics, melted the food, and we were out about a hundred clams for a teeny-weeny circuit board.

    New Co-Motion Primera looks really nice now that it is out of the box and with all the cardboard shipping tubes removed from the frame tubes and stays. Unfortunately, we are both too busy this week to get a ride in on the new beast before, most likely, Saturday evening or Sunday.

  2. Hey, K,

    This miserable piece of shit isn’t even 7 years old and we’ve had the repair guys out five or six times for this and that — bum sensor, croaked ice maker, a busted cooling fan, you name it. No more Kenmores for us.

    I’m tempted to pull an Ed Abbey and blast a half-dozen holes in the sumbitch with the old hand cannon, but I guess it would be smarter to either fix it or donate it to charity and buy a new one. Any recommendations as to brand, or are fridges like bikes these days — same Chinese factory, just sporting different logos?

    Got the new toy, eh? Cool. I got my red Steelman Eurocross back on the road yesterday after a wheel swap. The Dura-Ace wheelset was making this insanely annoying tick-tick-tick sound, and I had a set of freshly serviced Cane Creek Crono Cross wheels gathering dust in the garage, so I performed tire and freewheel transplants, adjusted the cantis and off I went, in blessed silence.

  3. We got the Maytag, and as I say, have enjoyed one breakdown so far. Our old fridge was a Kenmore and was quite reliable, at about ten or fifteen years old. I don’t know why the bride wanted it replaced, but it was one of those things. Don’t question the real boss.

    As you say, I suspect the same Chinese factory puts them all out and stamps on different name plates.

    If it really sucks, you can send the bad fridge to Gov. Mark Sanford, as I hear his doghouse out behind the family mansion doesn’t come equipped with very many amenities and it sounds like da wife won’t be making dinner for him any time soon. Amazing how hard it is to have a conversation without getting political. Translation: its so much fun to watch these self-righteous, right-wing Family Values types get caught with their pants literally down.

    Amazing what good steel will do. The new Primera has the feel of a high quality Cro-Mo frame. The old Trek felt comparatively dead as far as resilience. The Primera trades the air-hardened steel in their higher end steel bikes for a slightly heavier frame (631? 753? beats me) and some dead presidents still in my pocket. I swapped out the stem for a slightly shorter one out of the spares kit, and will eventually have to swap out the 42 cm. captain’s bars for 44 cm ones that I am comfortable with. Like my Sicilian relatives, I am short but wide, so the standard assumptions about bar width vs. frame size don’t work.

  4. Yeah he’s a vengeful God, but usually only towards those who signed on to the contract. Maybe you’re just hard on iceboxes?

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