Tag: computers
It’s All About Tim (Again)
Today is Tim’s birthday. I thought he’d decided to turn 31, but I just read in his LJ that he’s going with the real number, 33. Which means he could be older than me soon.
The cable was down last night ALL NIGHT, so I couldn’t be online doing the usual relentless Google searches. I used the time to make his cake. After I iced/frosted it (what part of the country are YOU from?), I wanted to do the little scroll work in icing/frosting around the edges. I had some chocolate icing/frosting left over from the last cake I baked, but not enough. Then I remembered how much he loves peanut butter. I mixed the chocolate with peanut butter and–voila!–problem solved. Then I scattered Reeses Pieces over the top.
Happy you-got-peanut-butter-in-my-chocolate birthday, Tim!
Private Entries
I just scrolled back through my Live Journal and made a bunch of entries “Friends” only. So if you’re one of those fabulous people from elsewhere (you know who you are, and so do I) and you think you may be missing out on something extraordinary that I’ve said, you’re probably not. But if you get your own Live Journal name and let me know (it’s free, after all!), I’ll add you to the “Friends” list.
What is the name of the cruel computer deity?
It never fails. If it’s a critical time with a manuscript, I will have a computer issue. This week I’m doing the editor’s changes to THREE FORTUNES IN ONE COOKIE, next year’s release from Tim and me. For the first time in weeks and weeks, my computer locked up. Seems to be okay now, but you can bet that next week when I need to print and ship? It’ll be something else.
BTW, Timothy
Even though I know you’re the only person who reads my Live Journal, thank you for helping me understand how to put links and stuff in my entries. You are amazing and cool(er than Famous Author Rob Byrnes and me).
P.S.
And so is amazon.com. Must be an A thing.
AOL…
…is sucking today.
Waah
Now that my mother has moved into her own place, I’ve moved my office from Tim’s apartment back into my old space. And even though it’s nice to be home and have the dogs breathing behind me, and even though Tom made the space better than it used to be, and even though I know Tim was weary of me being in his space… I still miss it. Tim has good energy, and I appreciated being a part of his home.
Plus… that left him without online access, so he’ll have to bring his laptop here to be online. Which doesn’t bother me at all, but I know what it’s like to be displaced.