My Love/Hate Relationship

Home computers are being called upon to perform many new functions, including the consumption of homework formerly eaten by the dog. ~ Doug Larson

I love my computer -- or maybe just computers in general. They allow me to edit without retyping entire pages. The keep all of my writing in a tiny space. The internet has introduced me to people who are some of my best friends.

I hate my computer -- I have been fighting with it the past three mornings when it locks up out of the blue. Thankfully, I've never lost data. What I have lost, and what is almost as precious, is TIME.

This morning alone, I've been struggling to do anything with the blasted thing for forty-five minutes. FORTY-FIVE minutes. It's working now, thus far, though my typing lags behind a little ... you know -- I type a word and the curser takes a couple seconds to move. It's a little disconcerting.

I was supposed to do the Friday Feast today but I can't get into the website for some reason. If I manage to get in the next time I have a moment, I'll do it. Until then, I need to type up the Maass lesson I did last night as well as start my query letter for Liv because I came up with what I think is a cool first sentence -- thought of it as I was dozing off, argued with myself for a minute about whether I should turn the light on and write it down (the devil on my should assured me I'd remember it in the morning -- but I can remember what I did five minutes ago, let along seven hours).

I considered blogging about Poisoned pigeons fall from sky in Texarkana

The exterminator company said that the birds dying was "an unfortunate side effect" of putting out poisoned corn. Uh. O--k-a-a-a-y. I can see it now:

"But, your honor, her death was an unfortunate side effect of my putting cyanide in her coffe."

Puh-leez.

It's one of the reasons I won't let my husband bait deer in our backyard during hunting season -- it seems more than a little bit rude to invite someone to dinner and then kill them. I told him that, if he must hunt, he has to do it the old fashioned way. He hasn't gotten a deer in three years (although his uncle has, and gave them to us. Oh. Yay. But that's another story).

Hopefully this post will post and not lock up the computer. I hate this blasted thing that I can't live without.