Minor Argh

Fly in otherwise sweet-smelling and pleasantly-applied ointment: I'm sitting here, tip-tapping and reading away at LJ and checking out newstories and whatnot, when YahooMessenger goes PING and tells me I've got mail...which I can't get to at this computer b'c Yahoo Mail's all wonky on (only) this machine. At least I have the option of travelling to the laptop in the next room (when it's not in use), but it's frustrating, 'specially when I'm hoping it's from a real live person and it's only an ad for whassup at the local art flimhouse.

D'oh - spaced: lunched w/one of my Mac-Geek friends today and it never came up. Really, though, we had FAR better things to catch up on than e-mail issues. It's been MONTHS since we've had a chance to talk - her work's kept her busy on Catalina, in the Bahamas, and recently at a conference on Maui. Which raises an obvious qx: why didn't I major in Marine Bio? Ah, well, another MacGeek friend returns this w'end, so mebbe I'll bribe him w/din-din at Rajun Cajun (he's so easy) and have him take a gander at whassup.

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Where Have All The Sharpees Gone?

To the tune of either "Where Have All the Flowers Gone?" or "Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?" Just seems like some daze I can't move w/out stumbling over Sharpees at each turn, but when I need one (like NOW), they've all fled to the mysterious Sharpee burial ground in an obscure corner of my casa. Damg you all! I shall not be thwarted: there's ALWAYS one in the car. So there!