Not Completely Dead

I've been going crazy. All I need is the equivalent of a methadone clinic for the Powerbook-addicted. "Yes, doctor, a maintenance dose. Please." I'm jonesing bad. I keep creeping over to Donut and pushing the power button, hoping this time the boot noise will come on and I can use it for just a little bit. But alas--Donut is to visit the computer doc tomorrow, and there are demonstrable problems this time. It's the daughter board. It's the daughter board.

Doctor, can I just touch a packet of heroin? I won't use any, I promise--I'll just look.

I'm using Darin's machine. I feel as though I'm sitting at the big people's table when I use a machine of this heft, this magnitude. I enjoy a machine I can hold on my lap, not one that is both larger and heavier than I am.

When I get this show back on the road, I am going to input all of my journal entries for the past several days, which I've been composing in my head. Darin saw me scribbling away this afternoon and said, "Your paper journal!" as if he'd caught me in flagrante delicto with, say, the 49ers. But I have to remember this stuff somehow; the curse of no short-term memory. Some tidbits: brunch with Lee and Ali, seeing Renee, RoboRally and dinner at RobnLaura's (though you may read about this on Ceej's page), the rainrainrain, the difference between my writing style and content on-line versus on-paper, and why you should never, ever, lie down on the floor if Nutmeg is within bounding distance. Hint: puppy spit all over your face.

There's other stuff too, like mini-reviews of Immortal Beloved, Jade, and The French Connection, as well as new features I want to add: the daily paragraph auf Deutsch ('cause I don't want to forget the language) and a la Ceej's What I'm reading/listening to an update of what I've been reading, so that I can keep a running tally of what books I have either been building up my mind or destroying precious neurons with.

This is just a note to y'all out there: I am alive, but if you really care for me, you'll take up a collection for a new Powerbook or just make one appear at my house, as if by magic. Friends don't let friends use paper.