A money order that was addressed to the wrong province. Mailed March 11. A money order that was made null and void this morning, and a replacement sent in the mail today. Possibly to the wrong province again.

An iriver multimedia player / storage thingie. Won in a contest that ended February 29th.

It has 20 Gigs to play with. Loaded with 7 Gigs of movies, tunes, and pictures. I’m scared to look. Ass Burger Boy was laughing his Burger off at a clip entitled “Donald Duck Blow Job”. Thanks, Noob. I really needed to have that in my brain.

It’s worth $250 and I just posted it on Kijiji for $150.

My thoughts are on technical things today. Ass Burger Boy has his laptop apart, in many, many pieces, trying to solve the overheating and screen freeze problem he has been experiencing. Don’t you find it ironic that overheating causes a freeze? Maybe it’s just me.

Ignore the dirt and dust. He does

He’s scary smart. I have no idea where he gets it from.

The reason we have had an overheating problem is because the thermostat in the big room controls the heat in two other flats here. They are in the back of the house, which is colder. The front, where I am, not so much. We have both had overheating processors. And I had to get out the fans to keep a semblance of coolness in the big room. It’s a sauna in here, while the others freeze. Now that the big wind storm has passed, it’s slightly better. I turned the heat down. My hot flashes thanked me and so did my CPU.

Allow me to spew vitriol upon the hated blogspot. I have been trying to get the domain name I bought for ABB to work with his blogspot address. With all the slowness and overheating, I wasn’t making headway when I thought I finally had help for the problem. Talina pointed me in the right direction. You don’t want to know. It will make your eyes bleed.

After my signed agreements got lost in BlogHer land, I resubmitted them. I finally no longer get a message that they are waiting for my signed agreement, but so far, no code is showing up to insert.

And after that is all working tickety-boo, I expect a site redesign is in order. I recently got Illustrator, and I opened it and messed with it, and promptly closed it in fear. I suck at it. We’re not even talking freehand here, we are talking about tracing an image. I suck.

I just now got an appointment date and time for my mammogram and ultrasound. Both on April 29. But hey! It won’t cost me a nickle. Directly. Things sure are different from the last time I had a lump. I was whisked over to mammography the same day. I’m glad I’m not the sort to dwell on fears. Because, you know, I would have plenty of time to do it in.

Stop worrying about me. Send positive energy instead. And while you’re at it, see if you can picture my boobs as perky. Because right now? I think I can roll them up like the bottom of the toothpaste tube, and upon release, hear them clunk to the floor.

I’m all about the sharing.

I’ve been trying to think of something to write about today, but have offically given up hope because my livingroom/computer station has been overrun with World of Warcraft nerds.

When I was looking up a nice reference for WoW, I asked Ass Burger Boy if he knew that there were cheats for WoW. ABB became very indignant, and refused to allow that there were any cheat codes whatsoever.

It’s nice that he has a friend, and truly nice that they have a hobby in common, but it’s not a far step up from the parallel play of toddlers, where they want company, but still want to do their own thing. Oh my, oh my, whatever will happen when the play becomes more socially complex? I don’t mistake cursing at bad moves for a socially complex activity.

Meanwhile, my ears are rebelling at the conversation full of jargon, but I understand the guys need to play.

My sister and her youngest are visiting tomorrow. I’m pretty excited about that as it’s been quite a while since I have seen her, and I have never seen the baby.

Maybe I’ll prepare a search term post for tomorrow.

I have always admired resourcefulness in a person, and Ass Burger Boy practices that quality with reckless abandon. When he was little, he loved to take things apart. I think he was hoping to catch the items in the act of working, so he could see how it was done. After I instructed him to remember the sequence of disassembling, he then reversed it so he could actually put things back together. He may have Asperger’s Syndrome, but he’s wicked smart.

Even though I aced my hardware course in school, he has far better eyesight than I do, and I get him to do all the hardware stuff. He’s that good.

Recently, we had a crisis at casa witchypoo. His internet connection was not working. It could be the Microcrap router, but it could also be his wireless card.

His priest also had a bit of a geek crisis. Seems his baby boy dropped the external hard drive enclosure for his laptop (while it was connected and running!), and the delicate platters of his 250 GB hard drive did not take kindly to the fall. Since his internal hard drive was only 6 GB, he had a need.

ABB has been lusting after a laptop for some time now. He figured if the router was at fault, then he could always go somewhere else to play World of Warcraft. Laptop goes where the lap goes, you know.

He proposed a trade with his priest, who readily accepted, because ABB’s desktop has a speedy processor and a 250 GB hard drive. Also, ABB set him up on his laptop in the first place, and got it all tickety-boo.

ABB was over the moon. He has the laptop he always wanted, (Toshiba Satellite!) and the wireless card works on the router. The router will still need to be replaced shortly with a faster one. After all, I have the blazing 15 MB connection, might as well get as much router as possible to handle it.

More resourcefulness: Since the router was behaving petulantly, and I noticed that it was quite warm to the touch, ABB said he would do what I did for hot flashes, and trained a fan on it. Bingo! Smart, resourceful guy.

Only drawback with the laptop is that it needs more RAM. He can’t play WoW with what is on the machine. He also wants a bigger internal hard drive, so he doesn’t have to lug around the 80 GB drive that I had to spare. (The one that had all the funny military images I needed to access anyway) Who needs three hard drives? Not me. After transferring the data from the 80 GB drive, I still have 125 GB free on my secondary drive.

This was the impetus to open a shop. We want to fund our computer habits.

I have crystals galore, and some of them have been specially worked on by my shaman friend in Texas, the fabulous Lucy in da Sky.

I have gotten a few orders for my purple plates through this site, but the amount I make on them is laughable. I don’t want to raise my prices on them at this time, because I want them to be accessible to those who need them.

I also have artist friends, and I would like to market some of their offerings in the shop as well. I need one of them to come over and take pictures of my pretty crystals and artwork. Stop in from time to time, and see what is up. I like to change things up on a regular basis. My shop page is on my navigation bar. It’s a handy thing. I will have a new item up later today.

If you aren’t up for funding our computer habits, I understand. You can always vote for me.

Hot off the press! I found this morning, in my inbox, the following message:

Dear fellow Blogger

I have taken it upon myself to award those Bloggers/Blogs I have found to be mildly entertaining or somewhat likeable with The Knudsen Award. Do not feel obliged or obligated to display said award on yer Blog if you don’t want to.
You shall be featured on my award blog, yes another blog but more like a virtual china cabinet if you please.

Yer category is for the Best Psychic Blogger of 2008 for being open ,honest and helpful to those looking answers in their lives and the amusing stories you tell on yer Blog. I hope that 2008 is a great year for you and yers.

Yers Sincerely

Old Knudsen

I want to thank the thoughtful panel of hard-working adjudicants who made the decisions in this tough category. Me mum, rest her soul, is always jabbering away in my ear with psychic information, but mostly she is making fun of me. Mom, are you proud of me now? Or were you jabbering at the panel to award me with this? Next time, how about some lottery numbers, kay? Knudsey, I see through your curmudgeonly ways to the soft-hearted person you are!

And now, I must ask my gentle readers to contribute questions to Ask witchypoo, because it’s about that time.

On another note, I am considering setting up a shop witchypoo page to display and sell to my lucky duck readers some of my awesome crystals. The folk that help me with my next move will be ever so grateful if they don’t have to lug around a ton of rocks. And Ass Burger Boy will be happy because it may mean he can get the new router we suddenly need. He ain’t pretty without his internet, I can tell you.

Just because I have an award for 2008 in its own special category doesn’t mean I want you to slack off voting for me at the Blogger’s Choice Awards. I have thoughtfully prominently displayed the unsightly but convenient image link on my sidebar. No need to thank me. Really. Just be proactive and vote. Don’t make me put up that useless donate button again. Heh.