More computer angst

Now the laptop is not working. The laptop with all the tax return information that Rob swore he would finally get finalized yesterday. The mouse touchpad isn't working; he wonders if it has a virus. He hasn't been able to get it working again yet.

I swear to God I am ready to spontaneously combust out of sheer overwhelming frustration.

I want one!

Here is an interesting recently published article on Salon about parents reaching for technological answers to their anxieties about the safety and whereabouts of their children. Certainly this is in keeping with the recent discussion touched off in this journal when there was an erroneous report of an abduction in a park nearby in my neighborhood (here and here).

But what really delighted me in the article was the news that Microsoft is apparently working on a version of the Weasley Clock.

I want one!



(Not necessarily to deal with anxiety over family member whereabouts, you understand. Just because it would be so much fun! And yeah, I definitely want to have a place on the clock where the hands can point to "Mortal Peril.")

Girls come home tomorrow

They have been building forts in my mother-in-law's townhouse livingroom with blankets and sheets and chairs.

The blankets and sheets and chairs have not been put into any unusual positions in my house for a week.

This house has been so quiet without them.

I am SO ready for them to come home.