Me and cables, wires. extension cords, rope, string, twine,fishing line...you name it. If I lay hands on it, sometimes I can just look at it it seems, it becomes a horrible tangled mess. It's not so bad these days, what with being an electrician I've had to confront this issue with some degree of success. But back when the band was really active and playing out alot, I would be relegated to setting up the drum riser and speaker stands to keep me from turning our main cables and mic cables into the cats cradle from hell. Christmas lights were especially troublesome.
I have never understood this and believe it should be in the DSM (whater ever version they are up to now ) as Wire dysphoria ( unspecified type ).
Read more things that mystify
these people this week, as we plod through "bloghuh? week". Enjoy!
Aprosexic
Blue Witch
bob's yer uncle
Depthmarker
Jen&HerBoat
Kitchen Witch
La Que Sabe
Purple Pen
Santiago Dreaming
Who Knows Where Thoughts Come From
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