Many words, little information

Wow, that was a lot harder than I thought it would be.

My computer went batshit-nutso all last week. So batshit-nutso that I couldn't even get onto the internet. So batshit-nutso that nothing but word processing worked, and what good is it to process any words if you can't share them with the whole entire interweb?

So, since I'm wise enough in my advanced years not to visit blogs (never MIND my OWN*! Perish the thought!) on the computer at work, I have been wandering, parched and alone, in the desert of non-blogdom. And, hell, non-anything else on my favorites list! Do you know how annoying it is to even visit the weather channel site and not have it instantly know who you are and where you are and which map you want to look at? God, I love my cookies.

*At my last job, there was a foolish college girl who used to write in her live journal -- on the computer at work -- during her lunch break. She usually wrote stuff like "My boss is the biggest, fattest, meanest whore-bitch in the universe!" never suspecting that there is such a thing as a "history" button in the toolbar that we could -- and did -- use to access her blog and see what she had been writing about us. When the boss fired her, she mailed her last paycheck to the girl's house with a fistful of printouts of her (the boss's) favorite journal entries; the ones that were the most bilious and hateful about herself as boss.

Also, I've been super busy at work this week, as the summer is rapidly snowballing to its apocalyptic end, so I haven't had the time until today to sit down and try to figure out what the feck is wrong with this fecker. But I finally did. Turns out it had something to do with my Google toolbar, which I ended up having to uninstall. So now my computer works, but I'm one click further away at all times from the glory that is Google. I'm not sure how long I can live with this intolerable situation, but at least it's less intolerable than having NO INTERNET ACCESS AT ALL so I guess I'll deal.

So anyway, I missed you. Hold me.

In other news, the story on me came out in the paper a while ago, and it was quite nice. I won't link to it, because I want to preserve whatever shred of anonymity I still have around here. If I know you, and you want to read it, email me and I'll send you the link. So it was nice, and I didn't even hate the picture too much. Only a little. At least they captured that devil-may-care sparkle in my eyes.

Also, I've been busy effecting a rather drastic lifestyle change which I might write about someday but not right now. Suffice it to say that I've been living inside my head a hell of a lot lately, and the end result is I'm making a change for the better. No major relationship or geographical upheavals or anything, just a realignment of my personal priorities. Very much for the better.

Also also, I finally downloaded some free sheet music for my beautiful, long-lost euphonium and have been practicing diligently. Soon I will dazzle the world with my heartbreaking renditions of Don't Get Around Much Anymore and Stravinsky's Pastorale. Come on over. We'll jam.