Drive, She Said

My desktop computer, Scoundrel, is under the weather. His harddrive took a nosedive a few days back, and it will be a bit before the scurvy lad is back up and dancing. In the meantime, I have my laptop. As nice and helpful as it is, it doesn’t have my Outlook files on it, so there’s a lot of reference info I can’t get at right now, and that means I can’t get my monthly Postcards From Industralia newsletter out. Also, the laptop isn’t mighty enough to run Second Life, so I’ll be missing my storytelling hour tonight (again). I won’t lose any data because we are careful about backups and redundancies, but it is an inconvenience.

For the foreseeable future, I’m on a slightly vintage (but great) laptop, supplemented by a quite vintage iPad and my wee Kindle Fire. Besides no access to Second Life, I have NO access to Facebook Messenger. None. Nada. Nix. Zip. That beast of a gadget bleeds these devices dry of power faster than a starving vampire. I don’t like Messenger at all, even on a good day, but right now my hatred for it is justified with non-access. Gmail is my friend and can be yours. Though I know most of the planet now thinks traditional email is as cool as Prodigy or CompuServe or hula hoops. Bah. Kids today.

I’m offsetting all this by indulging in a binge of the original Dark Shadows. Bad acting and horrific production values will make the day wonderful after all!

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Lori Alden Holuta lives between the cornfields of Mid-Michigan, where she grows vegetables and herbs, when she’s not playing games with a cat named Chives. Since 2007, Ceejay Writer has been Lori’s avatar in the virtual reality of Second Life. Ceejay authored articles for Prim Perfect and Primgraph magazines. She has also written and performed whimsical, word-wrenching burlesque acts and has a reputation as a punster. She built and barista-d the CocoaJava Cafe, a Steampunk coffee house, and the Java Jive, a coffeepot-shaped Prohibition Era jazz and burlesque club She has a digital Siamese cat named Sam.