The Chairman’s not back on line, but at least I can explain why. It’s a simple matter of a computer hard drive that went soft. The VP took the computer to town for RX in the form of digital Viagra, or some such. With the mechanical problem fixed, however, there remains an issue of CPU self-esteem. The machine simply lacks confidence to re-connect to the Outpost’s satellite system.
No, I am not spoofing about this hardware's lack of confidence. The poor computer once was exposed to a smidgen of artificial intelligence software and thinks its R2D2 and C3PO (dual processor, you know.) So, have patience, The Chairman will be on line after the computer completes therapy.
As for The Chairman, she’s in town with The Senator and The Governor, who are getting a booster shot of grandparental discipline. For example, the Green Goddess dragged an unwilling Senator to Target. Because of that reluctance, the Senator is going to be forced to walk through the toy department and make a selection or two. That’s tough love, all right, but he’ll come to understand and appreciate what we are sacrificing for him.
Meanwhile, The Governor is down for the long count—a nap that probably will run three hours. (I don’t know what it is about this boy, who definitely has a strong will but—when its nap time—he zonks out as readily as a housecat in a sunspot.)
While The Governor's asleep and everybody else is away, I’m the resident disciplinarian, concentrating on instructional authority. That means—this time—that the cookies are placed where he’ll have to hunt for them, upon waking up.
The dogs are doing very well. Breezy gets around quite handily on her three legs, and Hoocher looks out for her. Let the dogs out and Hoocher bolts through the door. But, then, rembering, he puts on the brakes, looks back and waits for Breezy. She reciprocates by eating Hoocher’s food as well as her own, now that she’s back on her feed.
Aha, the Green Goddess and Senator are home from Target. I’ve been summoned to help with two acquisitions—a pair of Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles “in fighting gear.” One’s blue and one’s green, I’ve been told, breathlessly.
Bye.
Posted by Professor at March 4, 2004 01:58 PMHi Dad and faithful readers who have been peeking at my blank blog for the past couple of weeks. Just a quick note to say thanks. I have a carful of groceries that need to make it home before the lunch meat spoils and we send several of The Senator's friends to the ER with food poisoning tomorrow. No time to write.
It may be the weekend before we have time to work on that blasted computer. By that time I may drag it out behind the tin shed and put it out of its misery.
Stay tuned.
Posted by: Cathy at March 4, 2004 04:15 PMDon't be too hard on your computer.
"Electrons are notional little critters, and occasionally need to be reminded who's boss." - Gwen Novak in Robert Heinlein's 'The Cat Who Walks Through Walls'
Posted by: aelfheld at March 5, 2004 02:06 PM