So you want to be a wizard?

[kjpepper]

Me [in driveway after filling the snowblower tank, checking the oil, turning on the ignition and turning on the choke] : Ok. Lets see if you still like me. [yank]

Snowblower: cough cough splutter fart

Me: come on... [yank]

SB: cough cough grrrrrRRRgrrrRRRgrrrRRRAAAAAAAAAARRRRRL COUGH COUGH cough splutter

Me: Okay, that was a start. Come on baby, work with me. Please? [yank]

SB: coHOUGH hack fart cough grrrRRRR cough

Me [after whispering a prayer to Asphalta]: Okay, hon, I know you're a little low on the oil, I promise there will be some soon. You know you wanna work, this is what you do, this is what you were made for, this makes you happy. Lets try this again, okay? [yank]

SB: cough BANG cough grrRRrrrRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWRRRRRRR!!!!!

Me: *happy dance*

It's a little weird when magic sometimes works exactly the way you read about it in a book, and how sometimes all a machine needs is a reminder that it like doing what it does. Now if someone could do that with me and going to the gym, we'd be set.

Losing battle out there though - the stuff is coming down faster than I can get it clear. We'll try again later after I get some sleep.

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[harinezumi.livejournal.com]

I find that threats of violent dismemberment and bringing out the Phillips Head Screwdriver of Doom +1 also tend to work quite nicely on recalcitrant machinery. After a while, just entering the room becomes enough to scare computers straight ^^