“Da man” can mean “Dumb man.”
I just accidentally deleted almost a year’s worth of email. Unrecoverable. Not all the emails — most of them are automatically sorted appropriately. Over two thousand emails. Doh.
Nothing to see here, move along…
I just accidentally deleted almost a year’s worth of email. Unrecoverable. Not all the emails — most of them are automatically sorted appropriately. Over two thousand emails. Doh.
(A deal’s a deal. Even if I’m slow.) My back has been giving me grief for most of the last four years. I spent a year fencing on a pair of sore ankles, but then when I hurt my back as well, I decided to call it quits. Now, one might think that I might
Promise. I’m just… busy? After two months (three?), I’m pretty sure that “I’ve been busy” loses something of its validity. However, I’ve been too busy to look that up. I do have some neat stories to relate; most of them (judging by the fact that I still haven’t said anything about our honeymoon, and we’re
I’ve disassembled an errant tablet pc, diagnosed a failing harddrive, backed up mounds of data to clear off another hard drive, taught myself how to use the new BCD system, and setup a harddrive to install Vista onto the aforementioned tablet pc. The last would have been easy if it had had either: a) an
This is not a post about what wonderful things Joss Whedon has done. I’m not going to go into witty writing, great characters, and super-powered teenage girls. This is about my sudden incidental discovery which underlines why Joss is just so freakin’ awesome: PS: If you didn’t get it, look at his hat.
Everyone else is jumping off a bridge, so I’m going to jump, too. My NaNo for this year is now being published to: http://tokillagoddess.office-monkey.com/ Guess the title! Come on, guess! It’s below-draft quality. Verb tenses are likely to be wrong, and words are likely to be misspelled. I’m working without AutoCorrect!
I just received an unsolicited business call on my cell phone. It came from an unidentified number; as I had been expecting a call from a friend, I answered it. Here is the spiel, as near as I can recall: “Attention all Visa and Mastercard holders! This month credit card companies may RAISE YOUR INTEREST
So I discovered about a month ago that Bank of America had jacked my interest rate to 24.99% LAST NOVEMBER because I actually used the majority of the line of credit that had been extended to me. I have been a cardholder for nine years with this card; when I called to inquire, I was
I can kick in the remaining ten grand, but oh man!
I filled up a water bottle today, and that was my thought. Allow me to elaborate, at length, and with no good reason. Then, if you’re good and comment, I might record an actually interesting series of events, which triggered responses such as, “Gasp!”, “Ha!”, and “Snore!” when recited to a captive audience over lunch