Tagged!

Oh dear, a meme, what shall I do, what shall I do?? Kelly tagged me:

So, I'm supposed to share a quotation and dedicate it to three other bloggers. This is a toughy. I don't have a lot of pithy little quotes hanging out inside my head. So instead of something short and sweet, you get the only poem I know by heart. I memorized it in my sophomore year of high school, and it's with me still.

Shakespeare's Sonnet 94

They that have power to hurt and will do none,
That do not do the thing they most do show,
Who, moving others, are themselves as stone,
Unmoved, cold, and to temptation slow,
They rightly do inherit heaven's graces
And husband nature's riches from expense;
They are the lords and owners of their faces,
Others but stewards of their excellence.
The summer's flower is to the summer sweet,
Though to itself it only live and die,
But if that flower with base infection meet,
The basest weed outbraves his dignity:
For sweetest things turn sourest by their deeds;
Lilies that fester smell far worse than weeds.

I don't know a lot of people with blogs. So: two friends, Molly and Abbie, and one stranger, Shreve, consider yourselves tagged.

Mighty Service

So I was having this little problem with my Mighty Mouse: it would scroll every which way but down. And, unfortunately, down is the direction you mostly want to scroll when scrolling is called for.

I looked up all the troubleshooting procedures online and applied them all, to no effect. So this afternoon I toddled over to the Clarendon Apple store and hoped I could get helped without an appointment.

After ascertaining that my description of my problem was indeed accurate, the helpful guy at the Genius bar asked the magic four-word question: "Do you have AppleCare?"

Why yes, yes I do. Five minutes later I walked out with a brand new Mighty Mouse.

AppleCare: buy it. Worth every penny; it's already more than paid for itself.

Sick as a Dog

I've got some kind of stomach thing, or a flu, or something. My entire body aches and I'm as week as a newborn kitten. I feel like DEATH.

I had horrible indigestion all night, and the mere thought of eating is nauseating. I can barely take a sip of water.

This one is nasty, folks. I hope you don't get it.