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To: jpmac who wrote (41178)	11/5/1999 8:07:00 PM
From: Jacques Chitte	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

I was awakened this morning at five-something. Oh cruel world. But the sky was half-light with dawn - and there was Venus burning jetliner-bright in the dawn sky, and halfway to the horizon was a perfect sliver of crescent moon, two days from new. It was almost level with the crescent aimed straight down, hanging off the prominent earthlit disc above it. It looked like some sort of big soap bubble. What woke me was some unidentifiable screaming sound ... like a cell phone that was dying in the jaws of some unidentified electronic predator. It was intermittent, and it was forty minutes before I tracked it down. Helen has a fake key fob with four buttons on it ... push them and you get a car alarm blip, a car horn, a car starting, and a house doorbell. Well this sound was None of the Above. The toy was by the kitchen sink ... cunningly concealed by some sodden gloves. I found a Philips screwdriver and quickly removed the batteries ... and my hand was all gooey. Turns out (I learned after Family was up) that a friend of Helen's had marinated the little unit in straight bubble bath concentrate, and that couldn't be too good for the electronics. I went to Sears and bought a miniature screwdriver and stripped the toy down and washed every trace of soap out of it. But I think permanent neural damage has been done ... the unit has had a bad stroke. The buttons, when they work at all, emit strange squeals and croaks. I'm gonna try physical therapy ... let it dry out for a night before deciding if I should just pull the plug. For some reason it simply Gets Me when the little cheap things suffer.