Can you say spyware?
I knew you could.
Somehow, my pc here at the office became infected. Bastards. And it totally gummed up everything. But the really great tech-support guys came and fixed it, so I’m good to go. While they were here, we had a great conversation about Office Space, thanks to my red stapler (courtesy of one of my bestest buds, Lynnette), and about my bumper stickers on my bulletin board, my car, our jobs, etc.
I truly hate the month of September. It gets crazier every year, and people’s heads seem to be getting denser as well. There are a few people I’d really like to smack.
Speaking of smacking, I spoke to my mother last night. My hometown was flooded in places from the remnants of Ivan, and her building had to be evacuated. But did I find all of that out from her? Of course not. I only found out because my sister saw an online news story and emailed me the link. I ended up calling an aunt who lives in the same city to find out how my mom was doing. After that, Mom called me back. You’d think she’d want us to know where she was. And considering that the entire nothern panhandle of West Virginia has been declared a disaster area, and made it into several news stories, it was a bigger deal than she made it out to be. There are restaurants and businesses that are a total loss, just down the street from her. But “it was no big deal”. Whatever. Why did I call in the first place?
Klumpen’s pirate coat was a success. I’ve actually got a commission to make another for one of her pirate friends. We may end up bartering for my time, but that’s ok, too. I’ve asked her to purchase the supplies herself, and I’d do the labor, and she’ll barter me something for the labor. Too bad all my “handmade by” labels are in storage. Maybe I’ll have to get some new ones.
I love men in kilts. Maybe I can convince TOH to wear one? He’s got the legs for it, I think. This past weekend at fest was Highland Celebration, so there were kilts galore on Sunday. TSM and I watched the Caber Toss, and one other competition, in addition to the usual jousting.
So, tonight, it’s back to the sewing machine. And maybe searching for a pattern for “kilt hose” type socks for me to knit for myself to go with my ghillies.