How have I displeased you, O Bill Gates?Yesterday our computer blew up. These things always seem to happen around Christmas. I was merrily ripping my new Buck 65 cd onto Media Player when it crashed and now Windows won't load. And of course Bonavista Computers is closed Boxing Day.
Fortunately Jer brought his laptop home so I'm pecking away on that. It took me a while to understand that the little red mouse button in the centre of the keyboard does not scroll, but rather is a joystick-type of contraption. I was sweating away on it for a while until that realization kicked in.
So if I've promised you some mixed CDs, I'm afraid you'll have to wait a bit longer until I get my baby back.
I am also getting my ass-kicked in the annual Christmas Crokinole championship! I was concerned about my predominant flicking finger, as the knuckle has been a little swollen for a couple of days, and sure enough I can't make a decent shot to save my life. Besides, some of the pegs on the board are crooked, and my chair wasn't the right distance from the table, and the light was too bright, and ...
To maintain my dominance in the household despite my pathetic showing at the Game, I declared that Boxing Day will henceforth be known as Make Your Own Fucking Supper Day, and pointed to the leftover turkey.
I am probably the last person in the world who had not seen March of the Penguins, but we finally watched it last night. It is quite simply, the most amazing, beautiful, charming, spectacular, heartwrenching, and fascinating film I've seen in a long while! At the risk of pissing off the Superlative Gods even more, I was gobsmacked by this film and by how much I did not know about penguins. If you haven't seen it, watch it right now!
Now it's time for the South Park retrospective.
You are my Super Best Friend, Stan.