Well THAT was Unfortunate

I apologize for not blogging yesturday, but my fershlugginer computer decided to go belly-up, and I was having hysterics all over the place. All the teenagers decided to be selfish and go off school! The nerve! Fortunately, I had a cunning plan. We do have a back-up computer thingie, so I plopped that one on the desk, and with a lot of brow-furrowing, I figured out how to put the plugs and wires and thingies on the back of the busted one, into the one that is NOT so busted. And it worked!

Sort of. It wouldn't let me connect to the Internet, which made me cry. So I went off and actually worked around the house for a while, went to the bank, shopped and boring stuff like that. But my heart was heavy. Then I finally managed to get ahold of the oldest daughter who actually worked in the IT department of her college, and asked her in a quavering tone what the fuck I was going to do?

Push this button, and do this, she said...and lo and behold...it worked! Woohoo! My blogging hand has stopped quivering and my bloodpressure has dropped back into its slothlike normal state. But it was a close call. Thank GOD, we bought the insurance on these things, so the Geek Squad will fix it up good as new. But this does seem to be happening with dull regularity, and it is annoying.

When did we become so darned dependant upon this phenomenom we call "blogging"? Is anyone else in the same pitiful state of mind when denied access to his or her drug of choice? I don't think that I've ever taken anything much stronger than aspirin in my life (except for that one joyful experience with Sodium Pentathol during a minor operation) but I'm actually beginning to have a tiny smidgeon of sympathy for addicts. I didn't start shaking or experienced any actual physical symptoms, but I WAS extremely...pissy.

So anyway, the crises has been averted, the sun is shining and new comics are coming out tomorrow.