I swear, Gavin’s toys reproduce and multiply like mad rabbits when we aren’t looking. Once upon a time all of his cars could fit into one little toy organizer bin. Now I have one large bin on wheels mostly full, and every time I turn around there are more under foot. Reaching for a pen in my purse? Pull out a firetruck. Going to set my coke down on the table? Race car in the way. Don’t even think about trying to put clothing down on the vanity in the bathroom before taking a shower. There will be at least 2 Transformers in the way, and quite likely they’ll have some kid’s meal toys joining them. Best to walk out of the bathroom in a towel and figure out what to wear in the bedroom. Just watch out for the airplane on the floor in front of the closet.
Must stop hording software
17 February 2009 at 4:40 pm (snark)
Tags: Bill Gates, computer issues, Little Britain reference FTW, photoshop
Baby step by infinitesimal baby step, my computer is getting back to working the way I want it to. I just need this one to creep along until I get a decent laptop, then it can die a merry electronic death. Photoshop is now reinstalled, my Wacom tablet is reinstalling as we speak (recommend I shut down all other programs until you’re blue in the face, I’m not gonna do it), and my other Photoshop add-ons are queuing in the hopes that I’ll reinstall them as well. AlienSkin, you’re in luck. Some of the others, not so much. I’m discovering that I have way more stuff than I actually need. At least my hording tendencies take up less physical space than my mother’s. But for reals, yo, the next time my computer tells me it wants to be rebooted I’m going to find Bill Gates and kick his retired philanthropist ass.
Correcting. My Wacom still won’t reinstall. Fuckity. Rhymes with cupboardy.
Ok, ok, I’m not dead
16 February 2009 at 3:25 pm (General, Silly)
Tags: snark, Steve
Since it has been pointed out to me that I am epic fail on blogging, here I am. Consider ass kicked. Mine, that is. I’m too short to kick anyone else’s ass. Well, Gavin’s, but that’s no fun and I’m not interested in having Children’s Services on me again.
I went to buy Steve some sinus meds last night. Since we all know we just want pseudoephedrine to build meth labs and blow up trailer parks, I walked to the counter with my May I Have This Medication Please card and pulled out my driver’s license so he can make sure I haven’t bought up my full daily supply at the Walgreen’s across the street.
*scan* *beep* Um, I’m sorry ma’am. I can’t sell you any of this completely legal, no prescription required medication. Your license expired two months ago.
Oh noes! Do not want!
*blink* *lol* Funny. I’m glad you noticed that. Obviously, I hadn’t. Neither did the cop who pulled me over last month.
So there you are. Steve is still sick, and trailer parks are safe from me for the moment.
