So: the day we got the new ac adapter delivered, our keyboard decided it didn't really want to type the letters 't', 'y', or backspace. Or do any capitals or punctuation. I secretly suspect Mr. V spilled beer on the keyboard, but we are not going to talk about that here.
Needless to say, a new computer is not in the cards (oh I laughed so hard I cried over that idea. Except I skipped the laughing part?).
It's fine, really, that I can't blog because thanks to a friend my life has been hijacked by the show Supernatural.
I am a little embarrassed to put this picture on my blog.
It should mean something to you when I tell you that I'm finding the third season to be alarmingly sexist and I'm watching the show anyway.
The sexism disturbs me. If the women aren't helpless and panicking, they are straight up demons. You heard me. The devil is a busty chick and she wants to ruin your road trip with your brother. It's like these writers aren't aware of the fact that their audience has to be about 99% female.
Seriously. How many men do they imagine are watching this show about two strapping young lads with the looks of George Clooney and Ryan Reynold's love child and the chemistry of a regency romance novel duke and red-headed hoyden before they hook up?
(If you are a male and you love Supernatural, first of all: We love you. Second of all, you are probably a bit of a sensitive guy, and that's really lovely and don't be ashamed. And third, I'd be willing to bet that you were one of those guys rooting for Pacey when all your bros were feeling Dawson. Yes?)
I'm hoping to be able to buy a new laptop in. . . um, March. When we get our tax return. Right now I'm blogging from the library and I just can't get over here without the girls more than once a week at most. Maybe in the meantime I can post some funny pictures of cats in microwaves? Oh wait, that one was absurdly unfunny. I'll try and think of something.
I just needed to let you know that I love you. And I am going for a little while, but I'm like a hero on a sci-fi show who's been sent to hell. Or heaven.
I come back.
I am Vesuvius and I want to ruin your road trip with your brother.
You can use my computer anytime you want. I mean it. Also, here is a summary of why I read your blog voraciously: "The devil is a busty chick and she wants to ruin your road trip with your brother."
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So I gotta know, which ones the regency romance novel duke and which the red-headed hoyden? Cause I have a few theories on that one myself.
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