49 thoughts on “Damn It

  1. angst, that was! I think my fingers need more coffee. Nope, couldn’t manage to edit it. I’m sure it’s just me.

  2. Justme:

    You know, once I found my keys and I looked one more place, just so I could say they weren’t in the last place I looked.

  3. Your keys are probably at the biweekly meeting for house, car, and boat keys. Did they forget to leave a note? Don’t worry, they’ll probably be back in a couple hours, unless someone brought bagels.

  4. They’re in the *first* place you looked. You just didn’t look hard enough.

    No, really. Works damn near every time for me.

  5. In the pocket of your other jacket, or possibly under an overturned book or magazine on or near your desk.

  6. Somewhere there is a very similar John Scalzi with two sets of keys, identical down to the nicks and thumbprints. And today on that very similar Whatever, there is a very different post.

  7. I recently lost my keys for about a week. When I found them, they were between the wall and the little bookshelf thing where the key bowl sits. I’d check there (or its equivalent in your home). And then check again.

  8. ZOMG, I bet they’re in the Creation Museum!

    Go there right now and find them!

    Oh, and while you’re there you might want to take some notes, so you could like write like a report, or whatever.

    -michael

    p.s. They might be in the same place you found them last time you lamented that they were lost. Wasn’t that about two months ago?

  9. You know those weird catalogs full of overpriced, ridiculous merchandise? They sell flashing, beeping keychains that activate by remote.

    Which would be all fun and games until someone misplaced the remote. Then it would be hilarious.

  10. I actually lost my keys this morning. They were in the bag I don’t remember packing for work. After I found the keys and admonished the little mysterious elves, I sent them your way with instructions consisting of the keywords, Cheese, litterbox and books.

    So sorry.

  11. In a recliner/couch/chair you have sat in. On table/floor beside same. Beside one of the toilets. Under the bed, beside the bed, in the hamper or wherever yesterday’s clothing with pockets is. Still in the door, where you unlocked it to come in the house.

  12. That “We’ve Got a Good Signal” sure looks weird from where I am sitting. It’s a veeeeeery long white page.

    Which is a pity as I wanted to whine about the fact that the RSS feed I’d subscribed to for ages went dead, and I only now discovered you’d actually started posting again. With a new feed. I felt so excluded.

    Anyway, before I become overly familiar on the blog of a complete stranger: you might want to set up a 301 redirect to handle that.

    Oh, yeah, off topic. I know.

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