Do you know what I am doing right now?
I am posting this entry on my very own computer, at my very own desk, a single tear of pure joy adorning my rosy cheek. There are no other liquids in sight. "Click," clicks my very own enter button as I send the good news out into the ether. Gently, I stroke the trackpad and whisper, "Welcome home. No more tea."
I cannot say enough good things about The Computer Loft, who not only got the replacement part I needed from Apple at half the cost that The Apple Store itself quoted, but put it in for me and did a lot of other work essentially for free. So Murray has been discounted. He is now the Four Hundred and Seventy-Two Dollar, Fifty Cent Cat. Get him while he lasts! And, if you are in the Boston area with a sick computer, go to The Computer Loft without delay. Bring them cookies! Tell them I love them!
In other news, yawn. My four-day weekend (ha ha, full-time, paying-the-bills, no-credit-card-debt SUCKAHS!) was quite eventful, and now I am not ready to be back on the work schedule. Highlights included a visit from Josh's mom, with yummy food, shopping, and socializing; the acquisition of the perfect lampshade for this great lamp we have, which fills me with disproportionate joy whenever I see it, perched behind the couch, waiting to cast its gentle glow upon my book; and birthday celebrations for the lovely Agent Courtney. Special thanks to Charlie's for providing football to those who needed it, and giant mugs of Hoegaarden to the rest of us, which seriously looked like props for Lily Tomlin and just kept on coming. Plus: "Hooooogarden." Heh-heh.
One thing I did not do this weekend was attend any anti-war rallies. I feel bad about this, which I realize is stupid because what good does that do anyone? Does it mitigate my apathy? It does not. Therefore, I would like to go on record as saying to my government: please do not blow things up. I do not believe that it will make the world better or safer, in fact quite the opposite, and where will it all end? With another "temporary regime" designated to rebuild the rubble of Iraq? Hey, when was the last time we heard how things were going with that plan in Afghanistan? Hmmmm...
So, now that I have embraced the show "Joe Millionaire," I can just stop trying, right? I can go ahead and give up the pretense of any intellectual superiority, good taste, or class, and join everyone else in assisting with the decline and fall of human society? Good. That's what I thought. I can't wait till next week, dude! I wonder what that tramp MoJo* will wear? Could you beLIEVE that hat? For real, yo!
*I would forgive her any and all fashion transgressions if her nickname were actually MOFO, which is what I first read it as when I saw it on the screen in that ugly scripty font they use. Do you think they did that on purpose? Because that is something I would do.
Posted by hilatron at January 21, 2003 07:47 PMthat hat was just tooo much! lose the hat mimbo! and what is she still doing on the show? their date was terrible. why didn't she get the axe? *sigh* mimbo: 1, nice girls: 0.
Posted by: vectorgirl at January 22, 2003 02:20 PMRemember, however, that (as figmental has already pointed out) we probably *want* the nice girls to lose. It's something I lose sight of as well amidst all the fake-nice and cattiness, but after all, Evan is a) nothing more than a construction of the Fox network and b) a galoot of the highest order. I'm sorry, I know some people think he's hot, but to me he is just a big doof. Have you seen that terrifying underwear ad? It made my eyeballs fall right out!* Also, he uttered the phrase, "hot little rocket body." Aloud. On TV. I say we bring back the bratty and monoligual Heidi and let her win; she deserves him.
*Seriously, man, be careful with that link. Ow!
Posted by: Hilatron at January 22, 2003 06:26 PMOH MY GOD, MY FUCKING EYES!!! WHERE ARE THEY?!
Posted by: Josh at January 31, 2003 12:35 PM