I was up in the Oregon countryside last weekend, getting wet in the rain and eating a lot, and blissfully separated from my computer. Consequently, I never got around to making a "Woe is me" Phoenix Suns post, but by the time I got back Steve was cryptically tweeting about "moving on", so I suppose I will too, and focus instead on Rafa, the serve-and-volley claycourt master, and hope he beats Soderling on Sunday. Otherwise, I will probably end up buying questionable mixed-media art at the Swap Meet, making a sick bed on the couch, and eating ice cream for hours while watching an "Ice Road Truckers" marathon like I did last year.
Had a little glitch with the power cord for my laptop last night. It didn't appear to be supplying any power—clearly a problem—and additionally, it was stuck
in the computer. So I took it into the Genius Bar after work, where several different techs puzzled over the situation and told me I might have to contact some obscure company to order parts for my "vintage" Mac, since Apple no longer has parts for dinosaurs, and it might take forever to fix, and I was having a minor panic attack about all this. Then they took my laptop into the back, fiddled with it, and brought it back out five minutes later with the cord successfully removed. The tech plugged in one of their cords at the store, and it worked like a charm again. So, a brand new cord (my fourth for this single Mac alone) and we're back in business. I have all my fics, all my photos, and it ended up being the best day.
I finished off the best day by having a little sushi and wine with some friends, then went to see Sex and the City 2
, which is a terrible movie—and yet I enjoyed it.
Tomorrow is a barbeque extravaganza about half an hour north of the city. There will be hayrides and Rocky Mountain oysters
, and hopefully some cooler weather.
Not sure if it's worth getting up early for the women's final.