I actually have no idea how many personal electronic accomplishments i have to my name. Perhaps it is far fewer than the randomly assigned value above. (Though i would argue that the surplus of malevolent invertebrate slayings i am credited with could be called to account to compensate any miscalculation. They are rather different categories, but not unrelated: both are daunting undertakings and both are followed by a sense of relief and triumph.) Anyhow, tonight's accomplishment stems from a circumstance which arose late last week when i bought a car.
Having sold my trusty old Corolla before outreach, my generous friends (THANK YOU Paul & Mandy!!!) loaned it back to me upon my return while i tried to find a new vehicle . I finally found and purchased a respectable little Civic that seems reliable (and is from this last decade- an upgrade from my dear '98). Enter drama. Said car was fitted by the previous owner with an aftermarket stereo- the source of my electronic dilemma. (Okay, ultra minor drama, but still.)
One would think that setting a stereo's clock would be a straightforward affair, would one not? But nay. This simple task proved to be a great and fearsome undertaking. Like the sword in the stone, many a man (and woman) tried their hand at the challenge... but lo, none succeeded. I sought a manual in the far reaches of the glove compartment, but found only tire warranties. I began to fear myself doomed, bound to drive all my days timeless- with only irrelevant numbers mocking me from the glowing display. But i fought to keep such fears at bay and did not relent in my pursuit of well bounded time ...and tonight, with stalwart perseverance (and the inestimable aid of Google) I triumphed! Excalibur is mine.
I am basking in my victory.
