etch-a-sketch is BACK in business...

girls in the class


so the laptop whisperer has gotten the etchasketch back to at least semi-operative (the gap in communication was due to the network being down for nearly 48 hours; we were all starting to twitch a bit there by the end, but we're OK now we are back online). it is good b/c i was feeling a bit bad about poaching time on L's computer (she had me logon as her cat instead of as her for the sake of computing hygiene; don't ask why her cat has a logon profile on her laptop. that's beyond the scope of helpdesk.) anyway. presumably if one of the many many people in the world who are more savvy about computers than me were here, i would have a flawlessly consistent internet connection, but as it is i will enjoy the surrealism of occasionally logging on at 2 a.m. as a cat.
i am just getting over the horrible case of anti-climaxitis that i developed about thirty seconds after P left sunday morning. after having had a fun weekend outside with the world's most energetic conversationalist, i was NOT in the mood to be inside hunched over an easel listening to Head Honcho's semi-waffle, staring at my zombie pictures. they are a tiny, tiny, tiny little bit better today, but i don't think the louvre will be calling anytime soon. i also managed to drop my palette butter side down on the floor (well, partly on the floor, and partly on M. oops) and had to spend the better part of our non-lecture time cleaning it up. curses! on the good side, intestines much happier yesterday; i ran at lunch time and it felt great.

by far the best part of the day sunday was watching another episode of so you think you can dance (Thane and Comfort got eliminated. sad about Thane. i wasn't that attached to Comfort. not one of my faves) and eating some of the tarte au citron that C bought me as a treat in thouars because she is incredibly nice and thoughtful and knew that i had both a) a thing for tartes au citron and b) a guest.
probably not adding to my lightness of spirit sunday was the fact that i finished reading aldous huxley's 'brave new world' (not the best pickmeup reading choice, but there you go); it's interesting how all the writers in the 1930's through 50's were worried about future dystopias in which everything was regimented and controlled by technology and without room for any individualism, whereas the vision of the future that scares me is nuclear winter with trash and landmines everywhere with what few survivors there are running wild. i don't think we are controlled so much by technology as by our continued desire to keep using it. is that the same thing? just started reading 'portrait' by iain pears, which is creepily interesting so far; it is written in the form of a monologue that a painter keeps up as he paints an old friend/rival with whom he clearly has had a complicated history. i suspect it will not end well.

anyway. last night G&H and L and i played rummy; the stakes were pretty high (winner to drown the loser in their pink bathtub) but luckily L won and decided she was anti-death-penalty, at least for white-collar crimes like losing at gin rummy, so we were ok, then to bed for another sleepless night (what is going on??!? this is totally unlike me. i used to be such a good sleeper...) and up this morning for another three hours of slogging away at "S-J: undead".