Ha. My parents just had their computer in the shop, wherein they paid about 80 bucks for a simple diagnostic and repair, reasonable rates, but they were shocked. I think this is my new tactic for family computer tech support. You go and get it taken care of by a shop once, and then I'll help you henceforth, because you will at least be aware of how much money I'm saving you.

Not to be all unfriendly geek about it. We just get so sick of it because our family is so far. We get such a limited amount of time with them, and so much of that gets eaten up with doing tech support.

Someone (Thinkgeek?) has a t-shrit that says, "No, I will not fix your computer for free." But maybe wearing that for your family might be a bit much....

I had a productive day in the office today, too, but it was at the cost of getting a shower. Which I need to go do right this minute. Just after I turn over the laundry. Joys of working at home.

(Etymological note: The SO & my family have concluded that I have made up the term "turn over the laundry" myself. Does no one else say this to mean: took the wet clothes out of the laundry and put into the dryer, and put the next load of dirty clothes in the washer?)

My aunt really needs a new computer, but I just don't have one handy right now. I gave away a computer to a single mother working at Wal-Mart not too long ago and my supply of spare parts pretty much went away with that. I also have a high school friend who could use a new computer. Oh well, my supply of computers is limited.

Katie Roiphe is, yet again, an idjit.

So unlike every other domesticated animal, cats chose us.

I thought that was also true of dogs initially, that they first started to hang around humans long before we has the ability to domesticate animals.

I think all women who have their children in the FB pic should change their status to "I think Katie Roiphe is a self-important ass, and she does not speak for THIS woman. Don't know who she is? All the better, she's a waste of time."

Just the sort of maturity I might expect from a woman whose whole ouevre could be summarized in a collection titled "Fuck You, Mom...Just, Fuck You!" Maybe she and Rebecca Walker could make it an anthology since the only reason anybody gives a fuck about either is their mommies anyway.

Just got interview prepped by a recruiter for my Tuesday phone interview. She brought up the dreaded "What is your greatest weakness?" That's such a sadistic question, because I don't believe any of the advice I've heard/seen to date about answering it correctly. "I work too hard" is so obvious, and the "It is X, but here's how I address it" is still fraught with peril.

I suppose, "I have no weaknesses for I am a divine being," wouldn't go over well.