August 2, 2004

  • It’s a miracle!
    I can blog.

    This morning I awakened to the sound of Doug’s laughter.  No
    problem, I’d been in bed about ten hours–hadn’t slept all that time,
    but I got enough shuteye, more than I’ve been getting most nights
    lately.

    What a change from yesterday, when he was scowling, snarling, and
    killing pedestrians on the PS2!  He was on the couch, looking at
    the PS2 monitor, but I could tell from the fact that he didn’t have the
    controller in his hands that he was using the PlayStation as a DVD
    player.  I asked him,

    “What are you watching?”

    “Laurel and Hardy, Flying Deuces.”  *laugh*

    The computer was on.  I looked at the monitor, did a double take, and stepped closer.

    “What did you do to the computer?”

    “I fixed it.”

    “How?”

    “Took out the video card.”  *giggle* (still watching Flying Deuces)

    I checked for comments here and on Greyfox’s “gettin’ better” blog, did
    my morning ablutions, and got a muffin and cup of tea to get my blood
    sugar up.  (notice the order in which I take care of
    business)  By that time Laurel and Hardy were done and Bob Hope,
    Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour were on the Road to Bali

    I told Doug to take off his headphones and turn on the speakers so I
    could hear, too.  (Funny, I never noticed before that la Lamour
    wore a corset… but back then even my mother wore a girdle.  She
    got me a panty girdle not long after I talked her into getting me a
    “training bra”, and made me wear it.  Heaven forfend that my
    natural shape should show!  And bras back then were circular
    stitched, shaped like nose-cones–did you ever wonder WHY
    women took such joy from burning them?  It’s odd, now that most of
    us let it all hang out and jiggle, to recall a time when that was infra
    dig for most women, and a few men.

    Enough of that little jog down memory lane.  Back to the future… uuuh, present.

    During one of the gratuitious musical interludes in the comedy movie,
    Doug explained that the operation hadn’t been so simple as just
    unplugging the malfunctioning video card.  After he tried that,
    the comp didn’t work at all and he had to plug it back in and do some
    hocus pocus he only referred to but did not explain.  He did say
    that they make it really easy to install these upgrades, but removing
    them is another story.  He also said something that indicated some
    gratitude to his ancestors (that’s me, in part) for his native
    intelligence.  I’ll second that gratitude.

    This video display is taking some getting used to.  It’s odd, we
    both agree *more laughter* not having all that wavy-line-movement on
    the screen.  What’s great is getting all the way through this
    entry with no freeze/crash action.  I can get used to it.

Comments (5)

  • I always wondered why they needed to be trained.

  • Women didn’t BURN their bras, dammit.  At a beauty contest in Atlantic City, some feminist demonstrators threw their bras into a trash can, but the media figured that “bra-trasher” didn’t sound as sexy as “bra-burner,” so another piece of mis-information entered popular culture.

  • I’m not even halfway through your past blogs (listed in the left mod), but I must say I am so impressed with your writings.  Your words seem to flow so graciously while at the same time being so brutally open and honest.  I respect that!

  • I’ll second that emotion…

    glad ur merchant was able to fuddle the Gates of hell and make it all work again…

  • Tres cool that the computer is fixed….Woo Hoo! 

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