Other than the Minn/Green Bay game, little bugs the household – except the discovery of the Microsoft Reader hiding on the laptop in a “seldom used programs” folder.
I do things like that.
As written, I haven’t used this machine for many months and am still finding programs, some with quick links deleted but still on disk and others hidden within folders hiding amongst a hand full of likewise ignored programs.
And so it was, I ran over the MS Read as well as an Adobe reader program so far out of date I simply deleted it, not finding much in it. Ah, but the MS Reader contained one book. That’s it one. The PC MS/Adobe Reader programs on the other hand contains thirty or more.
From simple curiosity I opened the single book in the MS Reader on the laptop.
The book is an oldie, as most realize, understanding the free books that the reader systems abide by the copyright laws. This one happens to be a Sci/Fi book: Pandora’s Legions by Christopher Anvil, written in various short stories from 1961 through 1976.
I’ve not read Christopher Anvil’s writings before this. I do believe I’ve missed some very good stories.
Make that; I have missed some very good stories. Given, even, the choppy nature of stitching the stories together to acquire the book length.
The Minn/Green Bay game is over.
Very impressive game. Each side played hard. Very hard. The GB Quarterback displayed a very “put out” attitude throughout the game, and didn’t seem over joyed to join the after game handshakes. The rest of the GB team more so. I was struck by how many of them actively sought out Favre and appeared genuinely pleased to see him. Both teams displayed an, almost, enjoyment of the game as they mingled afterwards.
The computer repairman from Down South was out of town Monday. I’ll have to give it another shot Tuesday. Balderdash.
After a bad weekend at the tables, things were better Monday. No re-coups, but some nitty wins.
The Blonde at the Greasy, after three years of chasing a fellow, finally came to work with a smile. Not totally whipped, but relaxed and smiling. I had despaired for her success after a two hour talk this summer, but she persisted and, without asking, surmise she succeeded.
Good for her.
I’m tempted to ask her if she took my advise of tripping him and beating him to the floor, but won’t. At the time of our talk they hadn’t kissed.
Life is strange. Females know the bait they have; it is very, very strange to watch their various methods of presenting it to the fishy.
All without allowing the victims know too directly they are fishing.
From the reaches,