Sunday, Feb. 25, 2007
The Road To Hell
It's Sunday night - one more night before I traipse up to Tucson for perpetuity, or however long it takes MC to figure out that the low deserts in summer make Hell look positively crisp. (I said perpetuity and you didn't, neener!)
Today's been a marathon of packing, sorting, dumping, shredding, and discovering more missing items. Not as in finding stuff I thought lost, but as in discovering more things that have gone missing over the past few weeks. Which is frustrating to the extremes.
After that kind of a morning, I've been working all night with a headache, thanks to a combination of pent-up tension and the first rumblings of a cold. I'm debating whether to dig out the bottle of Zycam and see if it indeed helps. I've talked to MC on the phone a couple of times, and via email, of course, and he said Toby the Wonder Dog has been driving him insane. Which is what Toby the Wonder Dog does best, but that's another story.
Tonight one of my former colleagues from the paper called to ask some computer advice. She wanted to instigate System Restore to kill a Trojan.
Ummm... no. I had to explain to her that with a trojan, system restore won't help at all. You've got to - novel idea - KILL the trojan. I walked her through using Norton Antivirus, which was installed but apparently never USED on her machine. Once that goes through its permutations, if it kills the trojan, loverly. If not, I'll have to walk her through the process of manually cleaning it, over the phone. Which sounds like SUCH fun. (And just for the record, I said permutations and you didn't, neener neener!)
If I had a computer at home (and were AT home,) I would have some other options at my disposal, though not sure I'd be willing to create a remote connection with her machine, all things considered.
Anybody watching the Oscars tonight? Considering I don't have TV and haven't seen any of the nominated movies, I have been checking out the fashion snapshots but otherwise pretty much don't care, lol. There are some nice dresses this year, though. I only saw one among some fifty that really looked tacky.
It's now 10pm and I'm officially beat. I've been unofficial tour guide all night. Hey, if they pay me to tell people where to go, who am I to argue? *evil grin*
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )