Sothis is crashier than a crashed thing, which is a really silly way of saying she won't boot even off rozberk
's CD he helped me make.
(Note to self: make an ickle Allah-Sulu-sized unipeg sprite.)
I can't really figure out why, because the CD drive itself diags fine, but the blasted thing keeps looking for some Windows system file on C:. Grr.
Meanwhile, one of my creditors who SHOULD be reading my mind to know I've had other things going on probably called my mobile some time this morning, which being that my handheld has declined into being a full-time piece of junk, left the screen on, which drained the so-called battery, which dumped all the memory on there. All. As in, wiped.
Yes... I've lost all
your phone numbers, addresses, etc. which I have not had occasion to memorise.
If my friends will tolerate this, if you feel like calling me so I can work off paper at least until I can get things re-sorted, e-mail in_the_blue
(being they're the most likely to see said e-mails) for either/both phone numbers. I'll try to be good about answering the phone. :)
(If I'm lucky, the last synch was one of the files I got to copy during my frantic and frustrating backup session the day before Halloween.)
Thinking of Halloween, here's a curious note for you - my father, after a stroke a fortnight before, died on October 30th. My mother died somewhere between (very roughly) 8PM Halloween night and 8AM All Saints Day. Thin veil indeed. Maybe it's a Celt thing?
BTW, IMPORTANT NOTES FOR FUTURE REFERENCE:
Never EVER, when calling a... hm, bereved family, say to them 'Let me know what the arrangements are, OK?'. Ask 'Who should I keep in touch with about the arrangements?' or 'How might be the best way to keep up with the arrangements?' or anything else. I had more people unconsiously expect me to run around playing funeral site herald - including my uncle and my neighbours - instead of them taking the initiative and oh, checking the bloody newspaper. The Miami Herald is on-line as well as print, anybody with internet access (Uncle Fran) could have kept an eye out.
Also, if friends are informing other friends by e-mail, PLEASE copy the family. This way, as they're frantically trying to find the lost address book, they'll know who's already covered.
There, my pedantic commands du jour.
I have had a hagfish
take up residence in my sinuses. I swear, that's got to be the reason.
I watched (on my tiny little screen) Shakespeare in Love
yesterday; it almost compels one to watch Twelfth Night
thereafter. I've got the BBC edition with the late-Victorian sort of costuming and Ben Kingsley as the fool. I also finally got to watch The Dish
, which my quasi-sister Maizie gave me a year or two ago (yes, I'm slow). It's a perfect 'between' movie to watch after The Right Stuff
and before Apollo 13
November's being as sucky as January. SFF Net had a whole thicket of memorial roses that month; other than my mother (of course), one of the people who came over to help clean told me her nephew, who was a senior or such when I was in high school, just died of leukemia (did I tell you this already?). One of my mother's best friends had her husband die the Sunday after my mother did. Elsa comes in, comes over to my desk, tells me the reason my legwell was filled with kibble is because her 14-year-old German Shepherd died last week — from what she told me, it sounded like a stroke that progressed. God.
Oh, my Flist have all sorts of good things I want to cross-share with you, and it's all scattered now and I'm stuck on a call instead of going home to let dogs out ARGH.
And I want more Bleach. It's jediboadicea
At the very least, go read this
, from blueeyedtigress
following a trail of giggles.