Grargle

So I took a vacation from the interwebs last week because I like to pretend that the internet is my job. The delusions alleviate the guilt of spending an obscene number of hours in front of my computer. I intended it to be only a day or two. Fate did not agree with this. Fate spit on my plan, slapped me in the face, and insulted my parentage. Our modem, you see, has been wonky and getting wonkier. A couple of days ago it finally hit wonkiest. It moved beyond the usual ploy of giving the phone line the silent treatment and randomly shutting off our connection. This time, it made Brother Creature do some update thing by being all "Oh, but I need the update. I need it or I will wilt and surely die." I like to imagine that it looked wan and pathetic and maybe swooned a little, then grinned evilly when our backs were turned. Brother diligently jumped through the update hoops. Then came the betrayal: there was internet, the blinky green All's Well lights promised its existence. But we were not allowed to have any. At this point, the modem mostly likely cackled at our pain. I don't really have an ending for this story because I still have no idea what actually happened, but the most important thing is that the Creature worked some techno-devilry and made the modem fear us as it should.

There you have it. Disappeared from the face of the internet and with nothing to show for it other than a book and a half read and a not terribly impressive amount of knittery done. It would be two books, but the half I've read is mashing my Angry Feminist button. I'm letting it lie fallow until I feel I can continue without the top of my head flying off. Over a week's backlog of flist should serve as a nice distraction, I think. The usual warnings/promises of overdue comments and emails go here.