computer is pooped

The screen on my laptop went all Dark & Mysterious tonight, so I'm on The Fernando's desktop. I can juuust make out the screen, so I'm updating my backup (it's just a week out of date, new music mostly), and tomorrow Fernando will take it to the Apple store--to the "genius bar" which I didn't even know existed till a friend told me. I did the usual troubleshooting attempts, but decided not to waste my whole night over it. It's nice to have an Apple store right near us now, and turns out they're open til 9 each weekday! Oooh. I wasn't crazy about the dealer we used to go to. At least at the bar they'll do a little troubleshooting first.

From googling it appears this may be a known issue by the manufacturer of this video piece, which they may or may not charge me for.

Anyway. My email responding will likely be a little spotty this week, so you've been warned.

My days this keyboard is stiff! It's always strange switching keyboards when you use your computer a lot.

Gonna check a few emails, post to my other blog, and then--as Bertie would say--retire to bed with an improving book.

Julie the prat

Watched this movie tonight because everyone said Meryl Streep was wonderful as Julia Child, and her story is great; although the parallel story of Julie is less likable. I agree--she whines a lot. And we all know by now (from her second book) that Julie cheated on her husband throughout their marriage, and is apparently quite a dick, and her husband a doormat. So it was a bit hard to enter into the "romance" of the thing. But worth watching for Julia.

Now the question remains whether I'll still read the book by Julie Powell, about cooking Julia Child's recipes for a year.

Ah well. Off to work on my own book. I have lots of good new ideas because of watching and reading Wodehouse all week.

Jeeves and the Spot of Art

Watching Jeeves and Wooster. Bertie has just gone round to the home of his artist friend, who has just painted the portrait of his father's new baby -- and he's very angry at his father.

[Corky reveals the painting.]

C - How does it strike you?
B - [After a stunned pause, with horrified look on face.] Yes well, of course I only saw the kid for a moment.
C - I've painted the soul of the subject Bertie! It's a talent we artists have.
B - Surely a child of that age wouldn't have had the time to get a soul like that, would he Jeeves?
J - I should think it most unlikely, sir.

ahhh!

Found this in my inbox. The child frightens me.

I would not buy toys from you, Scary Child, no matter how much you discount them!

Story of Me: In headcolds

Ohhh. I gots nooo energies. Actually that's not true. I have enough energy to sit up, which is more than I would have with a flu or gastro. But the energy to take a much needed shower? Ohhhhhh. I wonder if I can wear my PJs to work tonight. I don't even have sloughy jogging pants to wear, cause I'm not a sloughy joggings pants girl (can never find any long enough for my legs.)

I kept waking up last night, and I only got a 7 hour sleep. Lately when I hit the pillow, no matter how tired I am, I think about work. I need to get out of this phase! Last night I finally sat up in bed and worked on my story plotting, which finally quieted my brain down.

Maybe I should attempt a nap, but I'm afraid it will take me too long to fall asleep and next thing I know I'll have to get up for work. Mehhhhhhh.

When I was in school I used to get 2-3 head colds per winter. And still went to school and work most days, cause I had to. I'm not so tough anymore. I've turned into a big softy.

watching Flight of the Conchords

Got a head cold. But when I tried to take a nap after work I couldn't fall asleep. Hapoo. Luckily I don't work until 9 PM tomorrow, cause we're doing inventory. I need to be well enough to go into work cause... it's a little much to ask a manager to come in at the last minute to work 9PM - 5AM. I doubt I'll be feeling that bad, but maybe low on energy... maybe I can just sit on a chair in the middle of the store, tucked under a blankie, juice and Kleenex at hand, answering people's questions with an imperious air.



They're turning kids into slaves just to make cheaper sneakers.
But what's the real cost?
'Cause the sneakers don't seem that much cheaper.
Why are we still paying so much for sneakers
When you got them made by little slave kids

Theme song of booksellers everywhere! (minus the N-word)

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