It does sound like carpal tunnel, doesn't it? I used to get easily-identifiable tightness in my wrists, which led me to get a keyboard below my elbows, so I thought that was pretty much taken care of. Also, waking up with it on a Saturday is weird. But I'll nevertheless try to avoid typing... uh-oh.

Thanks, sumi! I watched the final 5 in one go last night, so they are kind of a big blur; I just knew I spotted his name and then promptly forgot to keep an eye out for him.

At 4:19am this morning someone on my Facebook list posted about the death of their sister. Apparently this has stopped anyone else on my Facebook list from doing anything on the system at all. Which is really weirding me out.

()&#$!@#@!@

So far, I've sent the SAME INFORMATION three times to the account manager, and he keep coming back asking for it again.

Dude. I login. Error message appears. I switch directories. I try to execute a script. Same error message appears.

You've been screwing with the account. I've sent you the entire 7 lines of input and output 3 times. I really don't know how to explain any more clearly short of starting with "I placed my left ring finger on the 's' key. I pressed twice. Then I put my left index finger on the 'h' key and pressed once..."

Sara, can you attach huge step by step print screens? Sometimes a picture is ... well, sometimes it stops them from asking.

It's all command line stuff. I've sent everything from where I started with the i ssh stupid@idiot to the logout.

Three times. There's no other information to provide.

Happy Birthday, Dana!

Let's see, this weekend I did little to nothing on Saturday. Went to the park with the kids was about it. Sunday we went to Polgara's house and she showered them with toys so now they think everywhere they go they get presents. Also, Isaac thinks she has a pond.

Happy Birthday, Dana and Stephanie's daughter!!

I hope everyone who is feeling sick is feeling better soon.

I had a great weekend (movies, dinner out, lots of cross-stitching on my sister's wedding present, my cat not being too bitchy and demanding attention, and now dinner tonight with Polter-Cow and the Chicago-istas!). But, tomorrow I'm back to my schedule with work, diet, and exercise, which I've been off for a while.

Now, can someone save me from the earworm of "Hello Twelve, Hello Thirteen, Hello Love" from A Chorus Line, please?

Shit, made it through high school without growing tits!!

'Cause ain't nobody gonna be standing here
With nooooo scholarship to life.

I wasn't thinking of providing them information, so much, with the screenshots--more like data. If that. Mostly because I can't imagine what they'd ask for then, but I do want to know.

For reasons unknown to me (Wikipedia addiction--is there a word for that?) I'm reading up on Tracey Emin's artwork. I am so in love with her titles for her work that it took me a good long while to go find pictures.

• And that's how I feel - Nov 2, 2004
• Don't just leave me here
• It's Not the Way I Want to Die
• Everyone I Have Ever Slept With 1963-1995
• The Last Thing I Said Is Don't Leave Me Here (The Hut)
• There's A Lot Of Money In Chairs

Who needs visuals?

'Cause ain't nobody gonna be standing here

With nooooo scholarship to life.

Robert Goulet, Robert Goulet, my god, Robert Goulet!