Oh Kat, I'm sorry it was such a bad day.

ita, glad to hear lunch was good.

Connie I still occasionally get phone calls for my father who died in 1997.I always tell the caller that my father cannot be reached by telephone and that they need to use an entirely different medium.

they need to use an entirely different medium

I see what you did there.

Catching up to say, I had a great time at dinner with Maria as well - so glad we finally got to meet!

Kat, sorry today was so hard. Here's to a better tomorrow.

Which I just noticed, glancing at the computer clock, is actually today. I should give some serious thought to going to bed. 'Night, y'all.

Definitely Imminent Murder Cat. Even the kittens are Imminent Murder Kittens!

Though I am tempted to start a secret laboratory somewhere where we only breed the ones who don't immediately attack a gloved hand for a couple generations and see what we can get. Probably end up with Only Somewhat Imminent Murder Cats, alas.

How tired was I last night? I went to bed before the fresh bread I was baking was ready to be eaten, that's how tired. But at least I have fresh homemade bread to eat this morning, so there's that.

Hey, all.

Just want you to know I haven't fallen off the edge of the earth.

I was sick for week, and then the annual SAD/El depresso Nino effect hit. Better now, but mea culpa for anyone I ignored because of my descent into the mental Mines of Moria, with added Balrog mental torture.

Stupid winter; stupid holidays; stupid cat nuking my laptop with a full cup of tea when I have projects due.

I still love you all and miss you, even though I am typing on the slowest, oldest laptop unearthed and tweaked by my darling techy hubs.

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Don't hate me for being desperate. I'd love to keep it (my MOM gave it to me) but pride goeth before fall.

Now, onward to working on freelance project so I can buy my stepson a plane ticket to KS for the Chrismannakah. Jeez, mornings before my 2nd cup of Irish brekfast are doleful.

Also --Christian Kane's fauxhawk in The Librarians is HAWT.

That is all, my darlings. Except I will be walking in the cold and returning to yoga practice to improve my SAD Vitamin intake and lower my stress levels.

I've missed you all, and much love to those who are also struggling.

But odds are the customer service rep would just go "Huh?"

Odds in favor of "Huh?" are indeed strong, but there's always a slender chance you'll get a rep who not only gets it but has been slogging through call after dreary call hoping for something like this, who will forever remember this as a service call for the ages, the crown of a service rep's career, a call of pure and glorious magic. And parrots.

Much, much love to you, Strix. If I had it to spare I'd give it to you and not even take the bag, but we're having a direly lean week here too.

Laptops and liquids are a hazard. Matilda has done to mine what your cat did to yours several times, once with a bowl of cereal.

I can't remember the other one I've seen recently, but this Star Trek customer service log is pretty good: [link]

Oh, JZ, you doll. Everyone local I know is broke. I posted in case some Buffistas know anyone with disposable income. (It was hard for me to post since my mom got it for me, and I am shamesles, but horribly sentimental, but needs must...)

The laptop FUBAR was my first, at the worst possible time. THAT DARNED CAT!!!

I've had good results selling "luxury goods" on eBay, for what that's worth.