I knew better, I honestly did. That's why I hadn't been online from home (as opposed to my sneaky breakfast browsing before work) for nearly two weeks. Between the evening thunderstorms, the tropical heat and my feeling like crap, well, I didn't want to risk any mishaps or data loss. As I said, I knew better.
But last night I decided to risk it, I rolled the dice and I lost. Oh, Del Boy is still okay, but we had our first big fight. It's my fault I suppose, just turning him on and leaving him there, all alone, while I went off to watch Tomb of the Cybermen.
Del Boy ate my mail. All of it. Every last one bar four he picked out from random to let me keep (one of which was spam). Gee, thanks, Del Boy. I know he gets hot and pissy in the heat, but really. I can only assume there was too much mail for him to handle (it wasn't much, per se, but sometimes those digests can get pretty hefty without me really realising it) or Nortons went whacko and just went nuts on the whole inbox, not just the spam. Or something. Doesn't matter, done is done.
The practical upshot is that I have an inbox full of headers (always the tease) and no messages. Not that I mind, awfully. Thanks to breakfast browsing most of the stuff that had to be replied to was replied to, and the fic in the digests can be acquired from archives and I can chase up the missing pics, so it's not a complete disaster. Just, you know, inconvenient. Needlessly annoying and possibly time consuming, if I can be bothered tracking down the fics and pics.
Even when I played Harm's Way for my brother, Del Boy decided to be tricksy: this time round we could have squintyvision and sound, or full screen and no sound. Wicked, wicked Del Boy (he played it perfectly before). He does get into a mood on hot days. Still, Harm's Way, even in squintyvision, is enormous fun. Weirdly, I enjoyed it much more second time around, with Bro guffawing over the funnier moments. It really is too much like working here :) Except they have a tea room :(
The loss of my Norrington fic (I'll go chase up some archives when Del Boy is in less of a mood) was soon eased by a necessary infusion of Jack Davenport. Yup, remembered just in time that I was supposed to be watching This Life on UKTV. Yay. Scary hair aside (that floppy fringe does him no favours) it was lovely to see again and it didn't look as dated as I thought it might (but we'll see how it stands up fifteen years down the track).
Saw bits of Farscape. Things went awry, as always, but they rescued Aeryn, but now they have to go back and get Scorpie. It's always one thing or the other with those guys. I feel for them. I think they need a day at the beach episode.
Just when I was deciding technology probably wasn't my friend, and who needs this internet thing anyway, my inbox (what's left of it) brings yet another interesting and like minded soul into my life. Now that's just magic, that is, and she posts the prettiest pictures.
Just what I needed for my breakfast browse. It was the prettiest morning, too. Lilac clouds all touched with a brassy pink until the sun popped up properly, mustard yellow through the haze. Now it's all kind of light grey. Nothing in the way of rain, just hazy and smoggy.
We also just had a false alarm fire alarm. That's my day's exercise :D. Yesterday I carried eight litres of water home, up hill, in the heat. Heh, maybe I could get in those charity ads about women who live in dirt poor countries and have to lug drinking water home for miles because the stuff that comes out of the tap is brown and yucky and usually has a good head of foam on it. Now if I could only learn to balance the water on my head as I went :D
Actually, I'm glad the net has brought me new friends into my life. Some have just passed me by, but others have enriched my life in ways I can't begin to list, but it'd include introducing me to films, books, ideas, countries, towns, cultures, coffee, food, art, trinkets, snow...just fer starters. My life would actually be much poorer without the net. It's more than just email, so much more. Why, even the most casual rec can open up whole new worlds, like the Patrick O'Brian novels.
This is great, and much needed as my old friends move interstate, stop taking my calls, or, worst of all, go Stepford on me. Nothing worse than seeing your most colourful, bohemian and free spirited friend turn into a mindless soccer mum.
I'm sure those old kiddie SF series I watched as a kid must be true, you really do get your brain nicely vacuumed when you move into one of those nice leafy suburbs. How else can you explain someone you thought was the coolest person in your life turning up with the very soul sucked from them? It's horrible, it's like talking to some faded facsimilie of your dear friend. Stepford indeed.
I suppose some churlish folk might say they've grown up, and I haven't. If being grown up means talking of nothing but mortgages and home improvements and the like, then count me out. How horrible.