Coincidental?

Mystery of the Day: Was it coincidental?

After doing some online banking and preparing to enter a writing contest, my laptop had a fatal seizure.

Was is coincidental, or did I simply let the lightning out of my eyes again?

Bawling

Oh f**k. I think my computer is going into hard drive failure.

Back up! Back up! Back up!

I’d rather my car die right now. I take that back, I don’t want that either.

Come on little Compaq, don’t go gently into that good night!

I Take it Back

I will no longer ‘keep’ my computer. I cursed it by making it #11 on my 10 list. I knew I should have switched it out.

Breaking News: Computer Transforms into Fury Beast and Consumes Unsuspecting Owner

Cats, they’ll love you and miss you when nobody else will.

I can barely type my cats are crowding me so much. One is curled up and pressing into my leg, the other one is actually perched on my right arm. He’s purring too. Weird. He’s usually a lot more aloof. I guess they missed me. Unfortunately, they are making my keyboard and screen super fury. Agh! My computer is turning into a signing fury beast! (It sounds a lot like Jennifer Warnes.)

It is raining, raining, raining.

Thinking of joining a writing association, but how do you ever pick one? They are sound good…or conversely, not what I am looking for. Choices, choices, choices.

To only have my foot in the door.

Argh! My fury computer has come alive and is eating me…

Fitting in and Mishaps

The other day I met some great people who are totally on the same page–a page of which very few people even know about around here-or so it feels. You know, like sell off your overpriced Alberta home and move to somewhere like Nova Scotia and live mortgage free–yes! The funny thing is, I think they thought I was all mainstream. Which, I am. In a lot of ways. But, in a lot of ways, I’m not. I finally felt like these were some people where I might fit in.

The quest of all ages, finding a place to fit in. I read an interesting idea in Chatelaine magazine. There was an article on tattoos and how it used to be that people got tattoos, etc to show that they truly didn’t fit in, therefore they marked themselves to prove that they didn’t fit in and never would. Well, I have never ‘marked’ myself, but I know people who have. But, you can see it in their eyes before you really notice the tattoos or whatnot. As for me, well, it never really bothered me an awful lot, I suppose because I know who I am. Sometimes it gets a bit lonely though.

So, I am thinking of seeking an agent. I have a couple in mind that I have been researching. Wish me luck.

As well, wish me luck with my computer. My hubby tech guy is leaving town for two days to present at a conference. I can guarantee that the Internet will go down for sure. Last two times he has left town in the last month, it has gone down before he was even that far away. It’s like it knows. And it is not like I am a technological dolt or anything…it just wants its daddy.

So, if you have read about my little technology mishaps I had earlier this month, this should amuse you. But first, a little about nightlights. It gets dark, they turn on automatically. Right? Okay, well, we have a fun little Sponge Bob one that I plug into our bathroom socket every night for our daughter. The other night, I plugged it in as usually and my hand slipped and I thought, hum, something is not right. So, I tested it. Broken bulb. Okay, no problem. I pulled out a replacement and plugged it in, closed the door to make the room dark and still no light. Weird. Maybe I put the bulb in wrong. I turn on the overhead light and put the bulb back in nicely. Okay, there. Hang on. The nightlight is on. I turn off the overhead light. The nightlight turns off. Well, ffffffaaaaa. I just made a nice ‘day’light for our bathroom. Don’t ask how, but we now have a nightlight that only turns on in the light.

I really don’t know how I do it.