Hi, Perkins!

I dropped my laptop yesterday! At least I didn't drop the baby.

I have minor cosmetic damage in one corner, but the Fredlet still runs.

Poor Fredlet. I've dropped my laptop before, but so far there hasn't been any real damage.

My laptop is occasionally dragged off the coffee table where it lives, and I'm totally impressed with the resilience of my technology -- even when the jump drive got bent up, I just pushed it back together and it still works fine. Phew!

There was a photo at The Titanic Exhibit of the plans being presented to the financiers, and rows of businessmen sit at desks with their laptops open on the tables in front of them.

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Dude, it's 1911, those CAN'T be laptops. Oh, they're briefcases. Huh.

There's some general amnesia about American history between 1900-1925, esp. the years right around the end of WWI (1918-1922).

Seattle had its share of the action too, with the labor demonstrations in 1919.

There's some general amnesia about American history between 1900-1925, esp. the years right around the end of WWI (1918-1922).

I blame the bathtub gin.

Ahrg. Need to do 2 loads of laundry. Only one machine working. Currently in use. Can't tell when it is not in use from 3 floors up. Lots of tromping up and down the stairs with dirty laundry and stuff. And my knee is being stupid, so this is a tricky endeavor.

Nilly's yearly posts always reminds me of a friend's tradition of sending out silly cards with appreciative wordsto her friends inside for her birthday every year. It is a gesture that always makes me smile, and every year, I think I ought to do that for my birthday. And every year, I forget or get lazy.

Allyson, you haven't offended me. I mean, I'm really trying to think, and I can't come up with anything. As for Sheryl and amych (and the aforestated Nilly), nope, you're clear!

Sorry, Kat -- I left for krav (which is open, no matter the Jewish holiday) -- I have no plans, other than a vague one about a movie.

And the hypocrisy post upthread wasn't to anyone. I meant to type more (it was something my mother had just said) but then I got distracted and hit post.

Need to do 2 loads of laundry. Only one machine working. Currently in use. Can't tell when it is not in use from 3 floors up. Lots of tromping up and down the stairs with dirty laundry and stuff. And my knee is being stupid, so this is a tricky endeavor.

You're living my life three hours ago. How odd. Except I'm only two floors up. And I've taken ibuprofen for the knee, and a cup of tea for the annoyance.

OK, is Rocco Dispirito gay or not? He was just commentating on the Bravo Great Things About Being Queer.

Oddly, on one of the trips down, the knee twisted funny and now it is mostly fine. I swear, sometimes I think a tendon or something just slides a little the wrong way and if I can tweak it back, it's fine. I'm genetically predisposed to bad knees. My dad's had multiple roto-rooter jobs on his (but he's a runner, so I expect mine will have a little more longevity before that point) and my maternal grandfather's bad knees ended his olympic wrestling hopes and, according to rumor, kept him out of the army. Though he may have started farming by that point, which might also have played into it. The Army declared my brother's knees "bad" at 23, long before he got out (but he had to fight so that the VA will continue to cover that.)

But anyway, bad knees.