Aw, shit, tommyrot. I'm sorry it's not something better and easily fixable, but I'm so glad that there is finally, finally a proper diagnosis, and that they can now get to work on keeping it from getting any worse. But, shit.
Spidra, does your phone have a forward function? The single best advice I ever got from any help desk ever was the help desk guy who told me a few years ago that if I got a fax on my phone line, I could just forward it to my fax. And then call the number on the cover sheet and smilingly rip the idiot a new asshole. I felt like the world's biggest moron for never having thought of it before, but I got over it in a hurry, what with the vast relief.
ION, Fuck. My middle brother and I just had a brief hard talk; his wife moved out two weeks ago and he's not at all hopeful for them in the long run. How can she not see what a total mensch he is and want to do anything on earth to make it work? Intellectually I know that he likely bears his own share of responsibility for it all, and that she's probably in a lot of pain too, but unintellectually I just want to protect him and make his life perfect. Nobody gets to hurt my little brother, dammit.
The Chicago Trib tv folks are totally fangeeks. They're the ones who name-checked Our Katie M. in an article on Stargate SG-1, and even put up a link to her Stargate primer.
Tommyrot, I'm really sorry--but at least you have a diagnosis! Yay for diagnosticians? (No matter how dilatory.)
I have so much to do on this crappy project! Argh! And have I done it? No!
oh, ugh, JZ. I'm sorry.
In an odd confluence, I'm reading an article about Hogzilla while drinking a glass of 47-Pound Rooster Pinot Noir. (ETA: and trying to avoid eye contact with the 100-lb dog.)
Yeah, it's a rockin' Friday night.
No. Sometimes my first reaction is "hairless cats."
See, Santa needs to bring you a Cylon hairless cat, just to make it all come together.
My middle brother and I just had a brief hard talk; his wife moved out two weeks ago and he's not at all hopeful for them in the long run. How can she not see what a total mensch he is and want to do anything on earth to make it work? Intellectually I know that he likely bears his own share of responsibility for it all, and that she's probably in a lot of pain too, but unintellectually I just want to protect him and make his life perfect. Nobody gets to hurt my little brother, dammit.
Oh I am so sorry to read this. Those we love hurting brings up bear mama in a lot of people. You are a wonderful sister.
See, Santa needs to bring you a Cylon hairless cat, just to make it all come together.
Heh. I'd have to not get it neutered/spayed, just so I could check out the glowy spine thing.
Note to self: do not cat sit for Tommyrot.
Well, I'm pretty sure my current cat is not a Cylon. I don't think the Cylon Plan includes running back and forth between rooms for no reason.
just so I could check out the glowy spine thing.
Not gonna touch that one.
tommyrot, I echo the others. Except for the Cylon thing.
JZ, I hope it all works out okay for your brother.
The single best advice I ever got from any help desk ever was the help desk guy who told me a few years ago that if I got a fax on my phone line, I could just forward it to my fax
It's the phone line on which we get customer calls. We'd have to have some way for the phone to auto-detect it is a fax call to forward it. Besides, eventually the muthabluffers have to learn the RIGHT FAX NUMBER.
