In that relative calm Of that all night party...before i was so rudely interrupted, i had made a concerted effort to pay a bit more attention to this here thingee, and post more frequently than I have of late. I know it won't ever be like the early years, 5-10 posts a week; but something closer to 3 times a week should be manageable. And there I am, 4 days in a row, a bit of written content, a recent silly photo, and a repost of a video clip requested by a not-yet discouraged reader. Sounds good, right? Then, Saturday evening, January 3rd 2009, a day that will live in infamy (in my mind), not long after that handsome hispanic man, toolbelt around his slim waist, accentuating his hard tight ass, with his adorable face, and easy smile... not long after he crawled across my bed, my internet connection died.
he swore it wasn't his fault, and proceeded to show me my network drivers had disappeared, probably a virus, blah blah blah - hard to take from the Time Warner man, the representative of the company that not only provides my internet and cable connections, but the anti-virus software that is supposed to protect my computer. but he smiles that smile, and turns to pick up some tools, as if to say, "you enjoyed looking at my ass for the last two hours, so it wasn't that bad, right?" and walks out the door. huh? I spent a few hours that night on the phone with a different Time Warner technician, puzzled at my loss of drivers, then we find corrupt ones, but without an internet connection, hard to upload new ones..... blah blah, I won't bore you with all the details, but to say by the next day, after unsuccessfully attempting to reinstall drivers, the computer went into I'm-not-starting-up-mode. the best i could do is get to that system restore mode, where the prompt