Where are the late night buffistas? I need entertainment!!

One of those song chart things got me thinking about "Birdhouse in Your Soul." And then I googled and found a bunch of blue bird nightlights. And am now trying to convince myself that I really don't need one. Because it's silly.

Cute, right? RIGHT? Have I made a terrible error in judgment?

It's brilliant, Allyson.

I am in mourning for my harddrive and have emailed a data recovery company.

I am in mourning for my harddrive and have emailed a data recovery company.

so sorry msbelle! this may sound stupid, or maybe you've already looked into it, but have you tried dusting it out with a can of [I forget what it's called] designed for that purpose? That happened with one of my dells a long time ago - it was under a coverage agreement - and the tech came out, "dusted" it and left. all better, and it could find itself again.

Not always the best fix - but it might be worth a go?

Oh noes, msbelle!

I had a crazy dream last night that I was at some kind of neighborhood festival. In the end I went with Steph to her house to get some sleep. And her roommate (not The Boy, some random dream roommate) had fallen asleep in a chair in the living room. So Steph proceeded to put a line of flour on the floor around where he was asleep. (A la what the boys do with salt in Supernatural) "Because the last time this happened, the cat tried to kill him." was the explanation.

Oh no, msbelle. That is tragic.

Can I get a reality check here? It shouldn't take 15 minutes for Outlook to fully start up, right?

I don't know how I could use a blower. It is an external hd and the only way to get to innards would be to remove screws, and I fear if I do that, that no data recovey place will take it.

anyhoo - it is worsened by the fact that although I had bought a back-up in Nov, I never even took it out of the box.

I know my dream is unlikely to be very interesting to anyone else, but it's so vividly present in my mind that I really want to share it. Feel free to skip.

I had a dream where students at my school were being modified by Death Eaters to, in one case, create fire and, in another, just be able to withstand fire. Then they were put in a car crossing the border but they refused to attack the US and turned away before they got to immigration and headed toward Iranian immigration before they caught on fire.

Yes, apparently we share a border with Iran in this dream.

Then they were taken prisoner and tried to explain and one of them eventually fell in love with her Iranian captor and lived with him in his palatial villa, although she could only come out and use the pool when the rest of his family was in the second laundry room -- the place was so big that they'd be gone the entire day. Despite this, it was pretty romantic, although there was some intrigue going on about how the genetic mutations were being spread -- it turned out it was through money. Sneaky Death Eaters.

In more real-life news, I just sent one thouuuusand dollars to my credit card.

Damn, that feels good.