I sent my laptop, which has been slowly degenerating, off to Dell yesterday for repairs. It’s under warranty, but that was void as soon as they heard the casing was cracked, and they charged me a round-trip-to-Paris-equivalent to get it fixed. It’s only money, but I’m bummed.

But the cloud has a copper-lining. I make my livelihood off my laptop and I can’t do one of my client’s work without it (and for the other client, I’m working from ESG), which means– for the next business week– I’m on half-vacation! It’s amazing what a beautiful excuse a crutch is. I usually don’t even take holidays or weekends totally off, but I think I’ll live up my pseudo-vacation time a little.

Yesterday, my first book of Transmetropolitan which jducoeur recommended to me as “Science-fiction without any wonder.” Any other time, I wouldn’t have let myself finish it in less than a week, but last night I would have read the whole series if I’d had it. Plus, I’m going to finish a toy I made a while back and let you all play with it (bug me if I don’t). And if anyone has an adventure that wants more cohorts, look me up.