I've been a bad blogger. I'll make up for it, hopefully.
First - It will now be measurably easier for me to update, as my broken laptop keyboard is now replaced. It took several calls to Apple, to convince them to give me the damn part, without charging me $80, and to let me fiix it myself in ten minutes, rather than give up my computer for the 5 to 7 days it would take for tech support to do it. Finally got the right guy on the phone, who sent me the keyboard, free, and sent it overnight. The thing broke in December, and yet I had the replacement installed about sixteen hours after talking to the tech support guy who finally realized I was legit.
Second - I both love and hate Spring. The air seems filled with endorphins, and life feels great. It also makes me horny. Without an appropriate outlet for same, my frustration level grows to the point where I'm ready to lick the leg lamp from A Christmas Story. As a result, I'm beginning to resent spring.
(the definition of "appropriate outlet" is complicated, and will have to await another day.)
I will finish on an upbeat note, with a little Poe:
Fill with cream and mingled amber,
I will drain that glass again.
While hilarious visions clamber
through the chamber of my brain --
Quaintest thoughts-- queerest fancies
come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
First - It will now be measurably easier for me to update, as my broken laptop keyboard is now replaced. It took several calls to Apple, to convince them to give me the damn part, without charging me $80, and to let me fiix it myself in ten minutes, rather than give up my computer for the 5 to 7 days it would take for tech support to do it. Finally got the right guy on the phone, who sent me the keyboard, free, and sent it overnight. The thing broke in December, and yet I had the replacement installed about sixteen hours after talking to the tech support guy who finally realized I was legit.
Second - I both love and hate Spring. The air seems filled with endorphins, and life feels great. It also makes me horny. Without an appropriate outlet for same, my frustration level grows to the point where I'm ready to lick the leg lamp from A Christmas Story. As a result, I'm beginning to resent spring.
(the definition of "appropriate outlet" is complicated, and will have to await another day.)
I will finish on an upbeat note, with a little Poe:
Fill with cream and mingled amber,
I will drain that glass again.
While hilarious visions clamber
through the chamber of my brain --
Quaintest thoughts-- queerest fancies
come to life and fade away;
What care I how time advances?
I am drinking ale today.
oonafae:
Oh my god you just quoted my favorite writer!!! and i am sooo with you about spring!! it's even worse for me in the fall!!