I haven’t written much super personal stuff lately so I thought I’d offer up some IP packets about whats happening in House Dead Robot:

I am suffering through a “unknown” Trojan virus (at least that’s what Microsoft’s Beta Spyware calls it) that ruined the OS on my hard drive. Bought a new HD, it was defective, sent it back, got a new one with formatting done and just as everything was copacetic, I managed to snap off one of the prongs off the monitor plug OR fry my video card. Not sure which. With all the freelance work piling up, I am borrowing the monitor from my

Speaking of viruses: I have this bizzare stomach thing that is making my gut rumble loudly. Its like I have U2 trying to promote their latest album in my gut: loud, watered-down and stinky. It’s getting better, thanks. During this, I realize its not very subtle to ask a friend: “You know that dinner I cooked yesterday? Do you feel ok?”

I wont be seeing much of Sharkboy these next couple weeks due to DQ. He’s in full on rehearsal mode and gets home late. I cant wait to see him perform.

I forced my father to buy a iMac Mini. Now when he opens an email virus, he has a 1 in 100 chance of killing his computer, like he did to the last one. They’re so small, the entire back end of the brick is covered in wires, making it look like a Troll doll on Rogaine. Da’s biggest complaint so far is that there is no “free” solitare games for the Mac. I got him “Burning Monkey Solitare” for his birthday.

To keep my spirits up at work, I’ve moved from listening to Dayglo Radio on iTunes to Social Crime Radio Network (now owned by Defconradio.com). All comedy all the time. I’ve discovered that listening to Larry the Cable Guy (Git-R-done!) gets me aroused while making me laugh.