If the computer eats this entry I will be majorly pissed because its been wonky since last week and I still haven't fixed the problem. There wouldn't be a problem, however, if I could get The 'Rent and her sons to practice proper 'Net safety. They play Sims and then get off the game and go directly to the internet. Playing Sims requires you to turn off as many of the background stuff as possible (re: virus check and safety zone). I've told them to just reboot after they've finished playing that way everything comes back up automatically. Alas. I am neither scene nor heard unless someone wants something.
Okay. Done.
Now, on to business.
Finished Obsidian Butterfly, part of the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, and I peaked at some threads on Incubus Dreams, the most recent book. I've got two book before I get there, and I'm scared because it looks like it's all going downhill. The books seem to be spiralling out of control and going into all the directions that Joss managed to keep Buffy from swerving into and, trust me, this is not a good thing.
( Anita Blake goes haywire )
Okay. I'm exhausted enough to really need to go to bed. I have to be up and at 'em because we're having new carpets put in. gods! I get to move furniture, like, all damn day. It would be my luck that tomorrow it will rain, preventing us from putting any of the bigger stuff outside.
Great.
Whatever, dude.
Okay. Done.
Now, on to business.
Finished Obsidian Butterfly, part of the Anita Blake series by Laurell K. Hamilton, and I peaked at some threads on Incubus Dreams, the most recent book. I've got two book before I get there, and I'm scared because it looks like it's all going downhill. The books seem to be spiralling out of control and going into all the directions that Joss managed to keep Buffy from swerving into and, trust me, this is not a good thing.
( Anita Blake goes haywire )
Okay. I'm exhausted enough to really need to go to bed. I have to be up and at 'em because we're having new carpets put in. gods! I get to move furniture, like, all damn day. It would be my luck that tomorrow it will rain, preventing us from putting any of the bigger stuff outside.
Great.
Whatever, dude.