The #1 son is
moving home for the summer on Friday evening. On Sunday he will be moving out.
He finished finals today, and starts a summer job on Monday. He will be working
at a computer engineering firm, doing whatever computer engineers do. For $20
per hour. Not too shabby for a teenager.
Of course, while
his work computer is being engineered, my home computer will be slowly wasting
away Hillmombaville. Decomposing. I, myself, will be stewing in my own juices.
Which are surprisingly similar to the ingredients of Diet Coke. I cannot live
without my internet. I am an addict. Don’t try to intervene me. I’m not ready.
I need that apron string, that umbilical cord that connects me to cyberspace.
Don’t make me walk
into a hotel conference room and see everyone teary-eyed, holding tissues and
letters to read to me. I will not go to treatment today. Undortunately, I might
be forced to go cold turkey.
My Shiba is quite
ill. Something is wrong with her XPCOM. Some kind of .dll file is corrupt.
Aren’t they all? Dr. #1 says he cannot see the patient by a remote viewing. He
suggests taking a dose of Internet Explorer and calling him tomorrow. When he
will make a house call to check Shiba for a case of Firefox.
Please keep my patient in
your thoughts.
2 comments:
Poor HM--You without uninterrupted computer/internet access?
What will you do with your time instead?
Sioux,
Of course I will spend my time trying to find a solution to my internet issues. I can stay after school and look up fixes and print them out and try them at home. Yeah. That's the ticket!
What else would I do, write socially acceptable witticisms and send them off to be judged by the cruel world?
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