All great truths begin as blasphemies.
George Bernard Shaw
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There is nothing to read here. The content is over there, to your right.
I may, however, at some point, put something here. Some day. Eventually. No pressure.
No, please don't double right click
After last night's dinner mess, we ordered in. I'm not a fan of chinese food but I was hungry enough to break the cardinal rule of never ordering off of the 'western' section of the menu from an asian cuisine fast-food place.
I paid a heavy price and ended up bypassing the bed for a corner of the couch with a bucket nearby. By about 5:00am, I felt well enough to sleep but it was already light out, the bloody birds in the neighbourhood had started choir practice and the puppy was ready to play. Coffee, even on an empty, slightly tremulous tummy, was the only saving grace in my life this morning.
Once I had M. out the door, I fully expected to spend the rest of the day curled up on the couch, reading and recovering.
pfft.
Turns out my cousin broke his neck while playing all his x-treme mountain biking reindeer games. (He's ok, really - no paralysis.) But he'll be in the hospital for a while and hey! Dar, wouldn't it be terrific if he used his laptop to IM with his mom, since she lives too far away to come see him? She's awfully panicked and he doesn't have a phone in his room - and you know her *tsk* - poor kid would never get any rest, she'd be calling every 10 minutes!
"Why yes Mom, that sounds like a good idea....?"
Good, good glad you think so hon - so now spend the rest of your day on the phone with your aunt, a complete computer neophyte, explaining to her how to download and install the instant messenger. You'll probably have to go over how the mouse is used, to start.
"Which instant messenger?"
Right, of course no one knows which one Broken-Cousin uses, so why not make sure your sweet auntie has all of them, just in case? I don't even have all of them (well fuck, I do NOW) so I had no idea how, let alone tell anyone else how, to use them.
Oy. It's been a lonnnnng day. The only thing that kept me going was doodling while she performed whatever given task I gave her.. "That pesky mouse! It sure does slide fast around the screen, I can't make it turn into the hand! How funny is that?"
Oh. You know. Fucking hilarious.
Reading over my sketch pad, I realize that I must have zoned out quite a few times during the wait periods. Between numerous repetitions of "oh lord oh lord oh lord" and "just ONE left click", there's a lot of exclamation points, a lot of Christmas trees, an inter-office memo request for more ID-10-T forms and my auntie's name, circled, squared, flowered and heavily, heavily scratched out.
Turns out Broken-Cousin's laptop doesn't even work.
soundtrack: Honeymoon Suite - "Stay in the Light"
I paid a heavy price and ended up bypassing the bed for a corner of the couch with a bucket nearby. By about 5:00am, I felt well enough to sleep but it was already light out, the bloody birds in the neighbourhood had started choir practice and the puppy was ready to play. Coffee, even on an empty, slightly tremulous tummy, was the only saving grace in my life this morning.
Once I had M. out the door, I fully expected to spend the rest of the day curled up on the couch, reading and recovering.
pfft.
Turns out my cousin broke his neck while playing all his x-treme mountain biking reindeer games. (He's ok, really - no paralysis.) But he'll be in the hospital for a while and hey! Dar, wouldn't it be terrific if he used his laptop to IM with his mom, since she lives too far away to come see him? She's awfully panicked and he doesn't have a phone in his room - and you know her *tsk* - poor kid would never get any rest, she'd be calling every 10 minutes!
"Why yes Mom, that sounds like a good idea....?"
Good, good glad you think so hon - so now spend the rest of your day on the phone with your aunt, a complete computer neophyte, explaining to her how to download and install the instant messenger. You'll probably have to go over how the mouse is used, to start.
"Which instant messenger?"
Right, of course no one knows which one Broken-Cousin uses, so why not make sure your sweet auntie has all of them, just in case? I don't even have all of them (well fuck, I do NOW) so I had no idea how, let alone tell anyone else how, to use them.
Oy. It's been a lonnnnng day. The only thing that kept me going was doodling while she performed whatever given task I gave her.. "That pesky mouse! It sure does slide fast around the screen, I can't make it turn into the hand! How funny is that?"
Oh. You know. Fucking hilarious.
Reading over my sketch pad, I realize that I must have zoned out quite a few times during the wait periods. Between numerous repetitions of "oh lord oh lord oh lord" and "just ONE left click", there's a lot of exclamation points, a lot of Christmas trees, an inter-office memo request for more ID-10-T forms and my auntie's name, circled, squared, flowered and heavily, heavily scratched out.
Turns out Broken-Cousin's laptop doesn't even work.
soundtrack: Honeymoon Suite - "Stay in the Light"
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