My compy -- back and better than before!

Well my compy, Tsau Tsau, is back.

Fernando asked him to put in a new keyboard, because my fingernails had worn out certain letters. And the light's been fixed.

I think the guy cleaned my screen. It looks so nice. And I think he fixed the latch that keeps the lid closed--I had taken to putting a big, cute hair elastic around it. But now it seems to just latch shut again.

loo loo loo break from work

Compy is fixed and awaits pickup tomorrow. Right now I've got the husband's computer... I brought it to my desk, cause his chair is uncomfortable and will probably give me a headache. I'm not used to such a big screen!

I'm working from home today... currently mired in a little project which seems never ending. I keep finding more details I can add.

I really should finish soon cause tomorrow I have to work at 6 AM. But I'm nooot sleeeeepy yet.

Scenes from a marriage

Scene: Standing in kitchen

Fernando is making something to eat

Me: I dreamed last night that I saw Nombly's ghost. He and Hayley were chasing around the apartment, and then he was sitting right there-- [points finger to entrance of kitchen. Husband does not look up from food.] Right there at the entrance to the kitchen, and he was a little bit see-through--

Fernando: Like a Jedi?

Me: And the other cats couldn't see him. And he turned and smiled at me.

Fernando: You had a Return of the Jedi moment.

Me: And I woke up depressed.

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 I can juuust make out the screen, so I'm updating my backup (it's just a week out of date, new music mostly), and tomorrow Fernando will take it to the Apple store--to the "genius bar" which I didn't even know existed till a friend told me.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!