Today is System Administrators Appreciation Day.

I've been thinking about this a lot lately.

Now, for something completely different!

Okay, not so much completely, but, still, you get the idea.
Now, I don't think of myself as a hacker, per se, because I haven't done anything marginally illegal on a network in years. Opinions vary, of course, and, say, compared to someone trying to hide from weblogs via Google, I probably seem fairly hackerish. I will say that no personal computer project I've ever started before 9:00PM has been very interesting, though. And, that leads me to one of my favorite subjects: caffeine.

Well, at least they're geek gadgets for girls.

Not "comical" movies, but movies based on comics.

No, not tech support for a change.
I'm fairly well strapped for cash these days, but a fellow blogger is raising money for cerebral palsy, so the best I can do is send folks over to support her.
Um, that's to help find a cure for, not, you know, to promote cerebral palsy. Just in case anyone was confused.

"A bone to the dog is not charity.
Charity is a bone to the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog."

--Jack London

Oh, crap I have been craving a cigarette for days now.

I want to smoke the way a lemming wants to jump off a cliff in a Disney nature film.

I finished No Plot? No Problem!: A Low-Stress, High-Velocity Guide to Writing a Novel in 30 Days last night.

No, not the traditional dangers.

So, after more several weeks of increasing tension and decreasing communication, LK (aka Ms. NewGal aka the Pie Lady) and I aren't dating. Naturally, I blame myself. I know how I am and I am the first to admit that I am no picnic, no walk in the park. Maybe I just wasn't quite ready. Maybe I just need some "alone time". Hell, maybe I'm just meant to be alone the rest of my life. Just me and my Hilda. Well, maybe that's a little extreme, but probably the best in the short run. Long enough to throw out more of my ex-wife's junk at least.