"When I First Said I Loved Only You, Maggie, And You Said You Loved Only Me..."

RARRR.

So, if anyone was wondering why I wasn't here last night--the printer wasn't working, so we took the computer in to the psycho computer repairman. Remember him?

He couldn't fix the printer, but he uploaded some random stuff on the computer, and when we got home, the internet wasn't working and I'd lost several writing files. Most of them I had backed up elsewhere (The Pit, my site, my LJ, &c), but the Nemo/Pellew fic of DOOOM, which I've spent the last two weeks on, was gone.

A few days ago, I sent petronelle a copy for beta-reading, so I promptly began praying that she was not like me and that she left old e-mails in her inbox for a few days. If that were the case, then she'd have a copy. BUT! I couldn't get online to ask her for it.

sparklychibi wasn't home, so I couldn't ask her for help, and when I called Joi (the only person in our extensive family who is computer-savvy), he wasn't home.

At last, in desperation, I phoned Ezra. He then proceeded to get on AIM (which he has apparently not used in years), IM Petra, and ask her if she still had the fic lying around. She did, and sent it to me. Unfortunately, from what he said, he was both pretending to be me and using netspeak, so I can only hope that Petra will ever speak to me again. But I got a copy of the story.

After this was all done, I nearly offered to bear his children, but decided he wouldn't understand the compliment, and instead offered my life. He said this was low-tech compared to some of the things he and Peter do on the computer, and then politely said good-bye.

THEN! this morning, we drove out to the computer-repair shop again, where the "chain-smoking bastard", as reincineir so accurately described him, smoked more cigarettes, and informed me that our surge protector, being six years old, had died, and when we had that lightening-storm last night, it effectively destroyed our modem.

He then proceeded to sell us a new modem, new shock protector, and new phone cords, as well as charging consultation fee. I stole some caramels out of the basket on his desk.

At any rate, we got the computer up and running. I then found out that he had transferred my e-mail from my account online to a program on the computer which does not allow copy-paste. So I have just spent the last hour typing up the fic onto word.doc and re-correcting all the errors. I am now sticking it on my site, no matter what, to prevent losing it ever again.

>_<

On the other hand, the fact that throughout this ordeal, I have not killed myself or anyone else, or even locked myself in my room and screamed obscenities at the top of my lungs, makes me very proud of my will-power.

"See the Sea of Smiles Around You..."

Love me. I sat in front of this damned computer for the last six hours and wrote this fic (and got no exercise). Waen is bad, the internet is back, I am alive, &c.

Concrit welcome. Maria/OFC.

( A Good Girl )

"Lud Love Me, Such Conjectury Could Drive a Man Insane..."

Also: Passepartout/Fix. I finally finished the damn' thing--it's been lying around for a month or so, and Waen expressed an interest in seeing it done, and since it's her birthday, I was persuaded. I shall spent all of to-morrow working on settiai's fic.

Cookies if you know where I stole the title from.

( Constant is Change )

"It's the Chance to Live Your Life in a Bubble..."

Sheesh! I get knocked off the internet for one day, and The Pit get a bloody overload of teh_bad stuff.