And, a leftover of discussion from last night:

How can Shir's parents be my sister?

Ah, it's all in the werellama-Irish-Jewish-Buffista family.

Erin "Goodbye and Good Riddance 2010: Don't Let the Door Hit Ya..." Mar 6, 2011 8:59:01 pm PST (starting here: Shir "Goodbye and Good Riddance 2010: Don't Let the Door Hit Ya..." Mar 6, 2011 7:45:37 am PST )

javachik, lots of ~ma for getting either the right brilliant new job or the right brilliant inducement-to-stay package.

Maria, I'm sorry yesterday hit so high on the suckitude meter.

I wanna be a werellama when I grow up. I'd be like Oz, only with even more hair.

ETA: Oooh, numberslut.

Also, I love having Shir and Seska around. I miss you both when you are up to your ears in alligators and can't be here. Or crocodiles, as the case may be.

I had a Blue Screen this morning...it was kind of like a Mick Belker moment..."Don't die on me, hairball(poor Mick always got stuck watching folks bleed out on the sidewalk all over Chicagodelphia.) But the computer seems okay now. Which is good...that would be a Fay Furillo moment. And I don't have a guilty, ex-drunk, ex-hubs to turn to when I start wigging.

I think a lot of us here have been drafted into providing tech support for our families. My mother used to ... only she'd always pick either 11:00 at night or 20 minutes before I planned to leave to come up with something long, tedious, and complicated. Although my favorite remains the time she asked me to install her scanner. I agreed and asked where her scanner was; she pointed to a FedEx box which had scanner software in it. When I asked where her scanner was, she said, "isn't that it?" and I had to break the news that the scanner was a piece of equipment and that was in the box might make a scanner work better, but it didn't actually scan. She was disappointed; I was relieved.

I went for a walk today. It wasn't very long but I got out there and got some fresh air.

And now it's snowing and the temperature is dropping so I made a good choice to get out there.

Good for you, askye!

Zenkitty, how are your allergies? Any better? (My itchy eyes just reminded me to ask you.)

I have had the flu for a week. I haven't been on the internet for most of that week, and I just opened my inbox (SCREAMS WITH HORROR, albeit weakly, since I still feel like hammered shit.)

If I hadn't started feeling better (Took a shower! Ate some egg drop soup with actual hunger! Didn't puke! No fever! Am drinking ACTUAL COFFEE for first time in 5 days!) I would simply go back to bed with depression.

Anyway, my gripe? Why do spammers call me "buddy" or "dude" or "sir" on my website spam? I KNOW it's spam, bit for fuck's sake, why can't it be gender-neutral?

WOMEN MAKE WEBSITES. I am WOMAN; see me code (badly). I am going to delete your spam, but if you cal me "buddy," it makes me want to contact high-level hackers, just to make your day a Bad One.

Also, I see from my in-box I have woefully neglected some Buffistas. I'm sorry; I was kinda, almost dead. I will be replying this afternoon, as I frantically complete a copyedit job due today that I only had the first 10 pages done before the Flue of Doom hit me and Dan.

Heh. "Flue of Doom."

Interesting visual. I meant "Flu of Doom."

Hey! My sense of humor is back! Imma gonna LIVE!

I missed about 8 zillion posts. I hope everything is OK with all ma bitchez.

So we got TV about a week ago. I haven't actually watched anything yet...I'm so used to getting my TV via the interwebz and Netflix I don't know how to adjust!

But 49ers/Saints tomorrow.

Erin, I'm glad you are starting to feel better. I'm glad you weren't carried off by a bad batch of Flue Powder.

Teppy, I just realized that I probably goofed up on your name responding to a comment you made on one of my facebook posts. Sorry about that. (If I am remembering right that you prefer to not be addressed as Stephanie.)

Lisah, lots of ~ma for Swifty and for you.