Radiogurl a la Carte

Tuesday, Feb. 21, 2006
The Ruler

Rule No. 1: Having a cold sucks. Or blows.

Insert whatever terminology you prefer. Either way, I'm tired and cranky today and I'm going home early to curl up in bed and not move, like any normal zombie.

I made it reasonably well through my on-air shift and got several things recorded, but dayum... This stuff just hit me like a ton of bricks. My lunch hour was supposed to have started half an hour ago, but nooo... I'm waiting on our news guy to send me the news files so I can drop them into the lineup before I head out for the day. I just hope I don't drive off a cliff on the way home. (And yes, there are several cliffs in the short four-mile trek to the house, any of which I'm sure would be suitable for tumbling over in the event I should become unconcsious.)

I hate when that happens.

Rule No. 2: Business is going to the dogs.

I finally submitted the bid for the government agency that asked us to do so. I also got an email from one customer who'd cancelled a few days ago but decided not to cancel after all. (I was pretty sure that would happen so I'd never taken down his site to begin with.) He needed another change to his site. Nothing huge - just one more project, albeit a simple enough one to do. I'm gonna hand it over to MC just before I bury myself between a big fat comforter and my pillow and - unless I'm very much mistaken - a small, furry dog who will then proceed to take up thirteen times his body size in bed space.

Those of you who have dogs, you know what I mean.

And don't bother telling me your dogs aren't allowed on the furniture. We all know that canines own the place and do what they damned well please, no matter how much we try to convince ourselves otherwise.

Rule No. 3: I will inevitably veer off on a non-sequitur topic.

Thank goodness we also got the cell phone fixed this weekend. The static on it had gotten to be so bad that people assumed I hung up on them. I called the cell place's repair service and after much grumbling and threats to cancel my service, they replaced the phone with a refurbished one. I'm not thrilled to know that I pay about $100 a year for insurance on my phone, for a $200 phone, and have a $50 deductible on top of that - and when the thing doesn't work, I get a refurbished model. Since discovering that little detail, I've given serious thought to saying adios to their insurance. I'd rather buy NEW than get a phone that has already gone kaput at least once prior.

While at the phone store, we priced what it would cost to add MC to my existing phone plan. Basically it'll run another $20 a month - but that's shared minutes and bumps up our total allotment by a fair number, so it's certainly worth it. (It's free to talk to one another or any other Alltel customer.) We are definitely going to have to get another phone; it's just a matter of deciding whether to get a land line or another cell. I'm going to check into Vonage for a land line, too. VoIP has its drawbacks, admittedly. When your Internet connection is out, it doesn't work. But if we have a cell phone or phones, it won't be the end of the world.

Rule No. 4: The undead shall rise again.  Sort of.

Obviously I am not still at work, though this entry began there.

Having navigated home along a nice unoccupied back road, I fixed a ridiculously fast lunch and then fell into bed. I probably actually shouldn't have driven, and had it been an option, I probably would've phoned MC to pick me up. I didn't kill anyone en route, and since there weren't any people in the crosswalks, there were no opportunities to pick up hit points, anyway.

(I was hoping for a cyclist. They're extra points since they wear those shiny tight pants.)

Somewhere during the next three hours that I was unconscious, MC tucked a nice fat comforter around me.

See why I am so crazy about this man? Some women expect to be wined and dined, expect to receive ridiculously expensive gifts. I appreciate all of those things, don't get me wrong - but they will never measure up in value to simple kindness. I've been married to men who wouldn't have allowed me to go to bed, sick or not, unless I'd waited on them hand-and-foot for several hours. MC even did the dishes from dinner tonight. That's love, baby.

If I ever forget to appreciate that kind of gesture, someone kindly give me a swift kick. I'll have it coming and then some.

After several hours' nap, I woke feeling better, if not exactly up to par.

Rule No. 5: I will include an obligatory culinary reference.

I'd already put some ribs into the crock pot, with plans on BBQ sandwiches for dinner. But with the dinner hour coming up pretty darned soon, I discovered that the ribs were nowhere near done.

Solution? Dump them into a saucepan and simmer on the stove until more or less tender. I added some spicy barbecue sauce (if it doesn't bite back, it's not spicy enough) and enough water to keep it from burning, and voila! Simple dinner. I also opened a can of asparagus, improvised a side dish with bow-tie pasta, and baked some canned Pillsbury biscuits. (Yes, I know that Dangerspouse will have an aneurysm reading that menu. Tough noogies. Cooking with a fever-impaired brain requires using every shortcut in the book.)

Rule No. 6: Computers will be discussed.

I am really, really glad we have two working computers. I'm also still mulling over whether I want to get another laptop or another PC when we get our tax refund. There are advantages both ways.

A laptop is all about portability. If and when we get our wireless router (hopefully soon) I can compute from anywhere in the house, even taking the thing to work if I want to.  We can sort of do that now, though it entails a cable umbilical that snakes back to the hard-wire router.

A PC, on the other hand, is a more powerful option. The PC's I saw all had a lot of power and some humongous (250GB) hard drives. Given that we're building websites, that space may become a significant factor.

Rule No. 7: This isn't really a rule. I am just using a trite format to pretend I'm cool.

It's nice being back online with something akin to regularity, but given that this cold is still kicking my butt, I'm going to cut this short, take a nice long, hot bath, then camp out on the sofa with a book and maybe turn on the television. Hopefully everyone else is in better shape. I'd hate to think this was a computer virus.

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 - )