Provincial Chicken Pawk

After probably hundreds of hours of messing with my computer in the last many months I hope I fixed a key problem. An error message turned out to be related to my RealOne player, so I got rid of the player and things seem 10 times better. I don’t want to get my hopes up until I use it for a day or two, but it looks good – I can open and close windows with the click of the mouse rather than going for coffee while they open.

I love how Windows & Telus have help menus for internet trouble but you have to be online to see them – "trouble with your internet? just check telus.com!" It’s like when I called to get my phone hooked up and I couldn’t get past the part where it asked what number I was calling about.

I was reading Alain’s musings on work stress and objectivity in news and realised I don’t have to worry about either here. The only work stress I have is how to look busy on Tuesday after the week’s paper has been put out or how to live with selling any journalist integrity I may have had for $10 an hour. Reading Alain’s thoughts I also thought about how desperately he needs a writing job so his posts stay to the length of a shorter novel and that my posts being short is not necessarily a bad thing – thanks for the accidental advice.

According to someone, who shall remain nameless (for abandoning us to go to school in England…lets call her Kinga D.), I’m supposed to have more pictures – so there’s one at the bottom.

I just overheard a little kid with a heavy Brooklyn accent on a commercial say "Chicken Pawk (ie. Pox singular) is a pawk where chickens go to have fun."

I’m going to go play with my computer and do things I haven’t been able to in a long time.

Parting thought, courtesy my buddy Homer: "A gun is not a weapon, it's a tool. Like a butcher knife, or a harpoon, or... or an alligator."