In which I’m back online, using Internet Exploder – a browser I hate.
I spent much of today doing laundry and fucking with my computer. I have many clean clothes and I finally got Win2k installed. I’m now online, which was my whole goal.
I haven’t installed anything at all except for my modem driver and SP3, which was the only one I had. (I’m getting messenger popups. I need to go disable that.) I need to run Windows update, get SP4 installed, and install about a bajillion programs in order to really be “back up” because right now I’m not even running a firewall or virus protection or anything. It’s like having unprotected sex.
Okay. Not really.
When I told Brett how much kennelling would cost, he said, “Well fuck that idea.” So I’m still looking for options for Bindu and Shiva because, as we know, Brett already found a place for his dog. (Why that makes me so fucking mad I really can’t say. It just does. I guess it’s because it’s so typical of him.) I tried to call Chloe today to see if she could take one of them, but her cell’s not working and I don’t have a landline for her. I think I’ll just end up canvassing everyone I know with a dog and beg them to take one or the other of my beasts while I’m gone. It’s starting to stress me out. I can’t go if I can’t get the dogs handled. The cat will be fine; I’ll just leave food and water and an open window and he’ll do what he does.
I guess that’s one of the benefits of living in BFE. You can leave a window open for your cat while you’re gone for a week.
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Firewalls are overrated.
It’s good to see that you’re accessible again. I’ve got gossip to share.
On the topic of cats (since it just now came to mind) :
When I moved into my first house, I waited a week to get adjusted before bringing my overweight, high-strung, white Turkish Angora cat named Po. As soon as he was inside the house, he sniffed around, found where I’d stored extra blankets, and fell asleep. Thinking he’d wake up in the middle of the night to go outside, I opened the bedroom window.
The next morning, he’d left. Two weeks later, I saw him sprawled out on the lawn of a HUGE house, downtown on Main Street. Instinct must have carried him to caviar and high society. Psh!