I knocked myself out of a commission, internet-wise, for a few precious days. A quick visit from my much revered IT dude, Tang, and I am back on track and cooking with gas! Only problem is, I got nothing to write about.
I 'spose I could vent about stuff that irritates me but then I could go on all day. I could mention that someone hacked my Facebook password and posted some inane comments on my behalf. I wondered why someone would even bother to hack a password and my trusty IT guy told me that they could spam my "friends". Doesn't seem that an additional piece of spam email is going to throw anyone over the edge. Most of my friends are over the edge already.
I guess I could ramble on but I'd rather go read my book, "The Mole People". It's about the people who live underground in New York City. Sounds intriguing right?