It's a Wonderful Life
A little late for the holidays, but here's a 30-second version of It's A Wonderful Life. With Bunnies.
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A little late for the holidays, but here's a 30-second version of It's A Wonderful Life. With Bunnies.
Of course after the big gift was opened and the emotions brought under control, the thought occurred, "But when will I get to see the Science Fiction Museum then?"
Lisa got us a HONEYMOON!!!!!!





This is it until after Christmas. Have a wonderful holiday everyone!
I walk into a big store last night, and ask the clerk at the door, "Do you have a washroom in here?"
He says, "Yes," and smiles pleasantly at me.
Grr.
"Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince," will go on sale on July 16.
Yay!
I was never scared of Santa Claus. At least, not like this.
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I have only been well for a week and a half and I wake up with the beginnings of a sore throat AGAIN??? This is freaking RIDICULOUS!
Fine. I'll drink my echinachea, chug down my ColdFX, whatever. Just so long as I'm not sick on Christmas. For the third year running.
There's one particular homeless fellow in the downtown core that has one particular spot along one building claimed as his own. It's out of the wind, but in a high-traffic area and he's not under foot while being highly visible for panhandling.
He always sits, swaddled in a grubby blanket, not talking -- active panhandling is now illegal in the core -- with his hat on the ground in front of him for donations.
When I passed the spot yesterday he wasn't there -- but all his stuff was. All positioned as if he had simply vanished from within the pile.
My theories:
So Zarq came over to 'fix' the computer the other day, and found that whatever I did, I really, really hooped it. He was able to get Windows 98 to respond, but not to recognize my network card. So no way to download patches, access the Internet, etc.
The next solution is to Ghost all the data off the machine and then do a full, clean reinstall, wiping everything out.
Sigh.
Anyway. No new entry in What I Saw Today... today.
Again.
Hee! Hee hee hee hee!
I want a whole bunch for my next trip on the train.
The vet calls it Guinea Pig wasting disease.
The best way I can describe it is that it is like SIDS: something that happens, that no one can explain. The little piggies just stop eating, stop moving, and eventually just die.
He hadn't eaten any veggies in a couple days. Normally he avoids his apples, yeah, but he NEVER leaves parsley behind. He was listless and the vet said he was losing weight. No eating, no pooping.
Lisa took him in yesterday and we left him overnight to they could test him for diabetes or an infection or something.
Nothing.
So we told the vet to make him as comfortable as she could, and do what she had to do.
Do you remember two and a half years ago when he and Button were having babies? I can hardly believe it's been that long.
Farewell my little piggie.

It's no surprise to anyone who knows us personally that we've been looking for a house. We've wanted one for years -- sick and tired of living in apartments.
Well things are moving fast. We put in an offer last week, they countered, with exactly what we wanted, and we went ahead with it.
The house inspection was today, and the following three things were found wrong with it:
Woo hoo!
The baby elephant died.
I'm very sad now.
Here's the safe way to travel abroad.
What weighs twelve tons, can carry six people and can drag a house behind it?
No, not a Sherman tank.
Seems Navistar International isn't happy with their $9 billion truck-building empire, so they've built a pick-up truck obviously designed for the same consumers as the Hummer.
Paul Flowers, general manager of the International Trucks of Houston dealership describes the CXT as a truck "for people with more money than brains".
I agree.
No What I Saw essay tomorrow morning.
Advice to the World: Do not try to remove a Trojan Horse from your system while hepped up on cold medication.
I installed a new anti-virus program on my computer Saturday, and it promptly discovered a Trojan Horse that had buried itself in my system file and registry. The anti-virus couldn't get it out, so it was up to a manual removal.
I cleaned the registry fine, but then I had to dig into the System file. Windows refused to delete it, so I was forced to go into DOS and attack it at the root level.
Never a good idea, but I've done it before, so I should be fine. So said my clever brain, floating on a sea of NyQuil.
I knew the name of the file started with "A", so I figured I'd do a directory listing to make sure I had the name right and to check and see if there were any associated files.
I meant to type "DIR A*.*" which means "List all files starting with the letter A".
Of course, my brain had jumped a step, saying as soon as I know the filename I can type "DEL filename" and be done with it.
You see it, don't you?
Of course. I typed "DEL A*.*".
I deleted every file in my Windows System directory that started with the letter A.
Nothing works. Explorer crashes every time you try to browse a directory. The video driver is messed up, it can't find my CR-ROM and somehow my BIOS isn't working right.
I need to re-install Windows 98, but I can't get the system to read the CD-ROM drive, so I can't even do that.
I could only have done more damage with an axe.
So no entry until things clear up. Next week we'll figure something out, assuming the computer isn't fixed.
Sigh.
I'm in the 'blues singer' portion of my new illness. Deep and throaty with lots of gravel. It'd be fun if it didn't hurt so much to talk.
You know, I'm okay with being sick right now. If I can avoid the trend of the last two years of being sick over Christmas, I'll be ecstatic. Get it all over and done with early.
So after spending two weeks sick from this stupid lingering bug, I think I managed to catch my sick Boss's cold when I saw her and her sick husband at the Christmas party this past weeked.
Bleagh.
Forgot to post the link to the new journal entry.
I'm only getting coal this year.