So we're getting all settled in to watch the MAVEN launch this morning...husband on the couch with the NASA feed running, I'm putting the finishing touches on some pumpkin bread before tossing it into the oven.
It's times like these that all Hell seems to break loose, when you are least expecting it.
Three things happen nearly simultaneously. The brand-new washing machine (I consider any appliance less than 2 years old 'brand-new' and it damned well better WORK with no problems, goddamn it) suddenly starts to gleefully make godawful, LOUD 'BANG BANG BANG' noises. Jesus, it sounds like 4 maniacs with 25 pound sledgehammers are tearing the roof off the house. It's the kind of thing that scrambles your brain for a few seconds and makes you run around like a cockroach after the lights have been turned on. We both rush to the hallway where the laundry machines crouch in a large closet and fling open the doors. There is the washer, leaping about, out of balance and clearly trying for a murder-suicide pact with the BRAND NEW water heater sitting innocently next to it. It couldn't go the other way and aim for the 20 year old, garage sale bargain, battle-scarred dryer, oh no.
Husband whips open the lid of the washer, growling 'Why the Hell didn't this thing stop itself when it went out of balance?!' and as it finally, begrudgingly gives up and stops, plunges his hand into the thing and rearranges the clothes. Closes the lid and we both stand there, poised to leap at it again as it restarts...peacefully, thank God.
We no sooner walk back and sit down with our coffee to watch the launch, which has 1 1/2 minutes to go, when suddenly the feed blinks out and is replaced by a feed from 'Eagle Cam'. Coffee cups halfway to lips, we freeze. WTF? Husband leaps for the remote and within 15 seconds has it back to the NASA feed...
...which now shows MAVEN computer animation with the launch narrator talking about how many miles downrange the thing is. I think we've discovered time travel, here. This is now also the time when Dusty the dog suddenly goes into a positive frenzy of barking--because, you know, someone is riding a horse down the street, which is cause for total canine panic/property defense with extreme prejudice. Meanwhile husband is roaring four-letter words at NASA, UStream and the universe in general while charging back and forth from the TV to his computer, trying to figure this out.
Clearly we've magically somehow missed the launch.
Luckily all is resolved by screaming 'Shut up, Dusty!' at the dog and waiting for NASA to rerun all the camera angles of the launch, which they always do.
But lord, things happen when you least expect it. Weird shit, Maynard.