Beware the weather witch
In my obsessive checking (not "chequing", which would refer to my bank account, Patrick) of Weather.com I have found that the storm front moving into Las Vegas is slated for one day later each day I look. Translated - it is waiting for me to arrive. Maybe I can get a spot on their local news. I am beside myself with rage.....who was it in literature that shouted at the elements?
Jimm's computer has a virus - a "Backdoor Trojan" apparently, that has Norton completely baffled. I find this hilarious, and watching Jimm trying to control himself is even funnier. He's dying to have someone/thing to blame, and has to accept that this is just an ugly side effect of the PC vs. Mac. I am restraining myself admirably, in that I have not yet said anything resembling "I told you so." At least out loud. In so many words. Backdoor trojan creates delightful imagery, though. Picture an enourmous, muscled warrier in ancient armour sneaking in through the screen door.
Now Jimm wants the new Mac. *chortle* I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN. Well, not the battle, but one skirmish.
Played cards at Jay & Cindy's last night, and stayed out until 2, which is very unusual for us. I slept in until after 9 this a.m., but Jimm was up at the buttcrack of dawn as usual. I think he does it to have more Diablo time on weekends. When we left the house Alice said "So, going to Jay & Cindy's?" although we had only told her we were going to visit friends, which made me realize that is the only place we go, other than D&D or Mike's. (Wishes for more friends) (wishes for shorter sentences)
Jimm's computer has a virus - a "Backdoor Trojan" apparently, that has Norton completely baffled. I find this hilarious, and watching Jimm trying to control himself is even funnier. He's dying to have someone/thing to blame, and has to accept that this is just an ugly side effect of the PC vs. Mac. I am restraining myself admirably, in that I have not yet said anything resembling "I told you so." At least out loud. In so many words. Backdoor trojan creates delightful imagery, though. Picture an enourmous, muscled warrier in ancient armour sneaking in through the screen door.
Now Jimm wants the new Mac. *chortle* I WIN I WIN I WIN I WIN. Well, not the battle, but one skirmish.
Played cards at Jay & Cindy's last night, and stayed out until 2, which is very unusual for us. I slept in until after 9 this a.m., but Jimm was up at the buttcrack of dawn as usual. I think he does it to have more Diablo time on weekends. When we left the house Alice said "So, going to Jay & Cindy's?" although we had only told her we were going to visit friends, which made me realize that is the only place we go, other than D&D or Mike's. (Wishes for more friends) (wishes for shorter sentences)