I thought the Barbie head was creepy.

You guys, technology is magic. My cat just walked over my computer and locked the trackpad. So using tab and whatever, I googled the problem and found the answer (fn + F9) super easily! Phew. I was scared.

Good luck with all of it, Consuela. I can't believe the shit with your job.

For those with kindles:

1) [link]

bookmarklet and browser extension(s) that will automatically send webpages to your kindle address

2) chrome extension

[link]

3) how to convert pdfs to kindle format:

[link]

He asked me why I was competitive. I told him "because I woke up this morning."

There's a part of me that wants to watch ita and Pete play board games, but only if I'm not participating and am at a minimum safe distance.

this is a better link to explain the conversion of pdf for kindle:

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Ha! And again, HA!

For the past couple of years, Hubby and I have been dealing with a neighbor who despises us and who has been pestering the zoning boards about how we're in violation of occupancy, what with our housemate and the fact that the actual owner of the house, our good friend, works and lives a couple of counties over. Also, apparently we're total slobs and a blight on the neighborhood, as evidenced by the pictures that a minion of the ombudsman has taken by holding his camera over the backyard fence. Many official letters have been sent advising us that we have too much junk and too many people, etc. etc.

Yes, this has pushed illegal, but the zoning people are good friends with the neighborhood, and a cousin of someone goes to the same church as the neighborhood. And church standing trumps legality in this town.

However. We are not gullible and we can read the laws, and we have not just rolled over and said, "Yes, local church authority, we will obey your righteous commands," and have pushed back, asking for hearings and official rulings. Hubby had a meeting with the ombudsman's assistant, who told him--though not on tape--that the laws were there to deal with troublesome people who would not conform to the neighborhood standards, ie, *those sort* of people, ie, non-churchgoers.

Finally, an official hearing was scheduled for next week. When I heard that, I knew our harasser had made a mistake, because every time a situation has gone to an actual legal setting, with actual, definable laws, it has gone in our favor, to the shock and dismay of the pissants who were certain the world always rolled in their favor.

So, Hubby just emailed me an email that was sent from the Assistant City Attorney, to wit, "We found that the zoning enforcement officer was unaware that the current occupancy of your home is that a married couple and two unrelated singles are living in the home, an allowable occupancy under City Code." And one of those two unrelated singles moved out a year ago. Also: "The enforcement officer also confirmed that the property is in compliance in that there is no junk or miscellaneous items stored in open areas in violation of City Code."

The hearing has been canceled. We have it in writing that we are in compliance. I imagine there are some stern words being traded in the city offices.

And again I say Ha!

ion, I love my Kindle Fire more than my kids some days. It's the best toy I've ever had outside of my Easy Bake Oven and the Barbie head that you could put makeup on.

Hubby was sure I'd get tired of my Nook, but it's become one of those things that I get antsy not to have within arm's reach

This is how I feel about my iPod Touch. It has the internet! And games! (And a Kindle app.) Only now I'm realizing that if we have it docked in the stereo to stream Pandora, I can't be playing Plants vs. Zombies. This is quite a quandary.

Sara doesn't let me play with her iPod Touch too often. And also I love the Kindle's bigger screen.

I am obviously the easiest person to give shit to in the office. Developer got distracted by my 2011 Supernatural calendar, which I just took down, and was frowning at the lovely faces on the cover, so I turned it over so he could see all the images from each month, turned around my Community mug so Troy & Abed were looking at him and moved my Leverage Hardison "Geek power baby. Stay strong" water bottle between us.

Don't mess with my fictional boyfriends (okay, it's just platonic between me, Sam, and Abed, but still...), dude.

Although she is in general very respectful of actual doctors, even though she never follows their advice.

Ha, that was totally my grandmother.

Funeral is tomorrow. We're going out to play pub trivia tonight.