Actually, it just made for a decent title; I don’t really have the blues that much. I’ve been trying to reach my friend Todd Washkoska for a week and a half, ever since he got out of the hospital after having a minor stroke. I’ve been worried about him, and worried more since he hasn’t been returning my calls. But today he called and other than sounding a little bit tired, he sounds okay.
In other news, I’m buying a new Windows 7 tower from Dell, even though I vowed not to do business with them several years ago after they royally fucked up with a laptop order. But it’s hard to get a decent warranty out of someone like Frye’s or Office depot so I got squishy about it. I’m pretty satisfied with the item, though. Three years warranty and three years of McAfee protection for a reasonable amount of money, plus Worx Plus, which has a version of Word without the accursed ribbon system devised by Microsoft for Office 2007.
Now my only area of concern is my novel. My hero, Pol dairre, is going on a sea voyage on a whaling vessel –and I know nothing about whaling vessels, except what I was able to glean from Melville. I expect I’ll need to stampede someone into reading a book for me and spoon-jfeeding the details to me so I can write a halfway convincing chapter. I did post relevant questions to Yahoo, and got a snarky answer from some asshole who obviously knows something about whaling but couldn’t share it without being a prick. For some people, it’s always tempting, isn’t it, to be superior about something when they could just as easily be gracious. That’s the psychology of the Internet in a nutshell.
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