I'm on dial-up here, so I'm not going to be reading loot lists or fic or anything like that right now. Thalia and the AirPort (Apple modem + wireless router) are not playing nicely with each other.

The family is mostly playing poker upstairs. I still have to call Mama. It's all snowy out there. There is chocolate in here. I got a fog ring gun and a 70% chocolate bar. Yum. The air cannons mostly stayed in SF, as it was too hard to fit them all in the car with the dogs.

Life is good. I am recovering. I still sound horrible.

I have good cellphone reception here. I'm going to keep posting from it mostly, and clear the saved messages off when I know they post. LJ has a text message function. :-D

And yes, I am a little bored. Haven't gotten many more pictures. My sleep schedule is wacky.

Morning was me calling Qwest and complaining about their IVR, and suggesting a few solutions for it. I was good: very few of them involved reprogramming with a chainsaw. There are a lot of people upset with it.

V came over this afternoon, and I played hard-to-get with the wireless card a friend had given her and my old laptop. Or it played that with me. Or the wireless router played that with us both. We lose track of these things, ultimately.

After intermittent screaming, she took me to Fry's Electronics, where I got equipment to make the bloody thing work. I had a hard time making one of the decorative geeks understand that yes, I did indeed want both a wireless network adapter AND a regular wired NIC for the same goddamn laptop. Is there a communications blockup somewhere?

V wandered off to wherever it was that she was headed, after making plans with me for Wednesday. I beat on the wireless cards until I was to the point of tears, then (at wibbble's pointed suggestion) got something to eat before resuming. For whatever scary reason, installing the wired NIC made things work.

After this, random image-geeking and the slurping of things off Tigereye that don't need to be there (chat logs filed away safely), and setting things up properly for V. I have decided that since she operates better not knowing how things work, just knowing that they work and how to use them (more than that scares her, and she prefers to be patted on the head and told it's too geeky for her to understand), I can go ahead and just play with things so that she'll be almost in touch with the Information Age. *giggle* Yay Information Age. And I've got things almost set up for her to be in the writers' group e-mail list, too; I just need a few pokes-at-things from her.

Time's started moving oddly for me.