this clip from an interview she did with Lesley Stahl (you’ll have to watch an ad to get to the clip if you aren’t a Salon member, but it’s worth it) makes me love her even more.
And it really, really makes me want to punch Lesley Stahl directly in the fucking face. Because I’d say it’s a pretty safe bet that ol’ Lesley wouldn’t dream of condescendingly asking William H. Macy (father of those two little girls) if being a “Daddy” is the best experience of his life. Bet she wouldn’t ask him if he’s a “good father”, either.
Fuck you, Lesley Stahl.
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So I spent a good part of yesterday morning swearing and yelling at my computer. Because I could get my mail, but I couldn’t connect to ANY FUCKING WEB SITES. I rebooted about 63 times. That’s my first response when my computer is being a stinker, to reboot. Which is also the first thing Fred asks me when I tell him I’m having problems, which indicates to me it’s a good first response. After rebooting didn’t fix the problem, I ran Ad-Aware, and then I ran McAfee VirusScan, and then I tried using Internet Explorer instead of Firefox, and STILL the problem wasn’t fixed. I tried Fred’s computer and no problem at ALL. Which meant that the problem was with my computer rather than with the GODDAMN MOTHERFUCKING I HATE YOU internet.
(Sorry, internet. I was sure it was your fault, because IT ALWAYS IS.)
I went out to exercise because I needed to blow off steam, because if I had to look at my computer’s smug smiling fucking face for one more second, I was going to put my fist through it, and who needs a broken fist? Not I. So I came in, hoping that the computer would have fixed itself like ALL GOOD COMPUTERS DO, but alas. It had not.
So I rebooted again and checked my mail, and tried getting to various sites – no problem getting to Google, but when I tried CNN.com, the very top of the page would load, and then nothin’. I checked Nance’s page and got there okay. I tried Opendiary.com and the top of the page loaded and then nothin’.
Which is when it hit me, and I called Fred to tell him that it had to be the ads on the pages I was trying to get to. Something was blocking them and wouldn’t let the rest of the page load. What could it be? What oh what?
Turns out it was McAfee Firewall. Which Fred uninstalled months ago because, let me quote here, “It sucks so much.”
THANKS FOR SUGGESTING YOUR WIFE DO THE SAME, FUCKER.
Once I uninstalled McAfee Firewall and rebooted, I had no problems getting anywhere online.
So if you’re running McAfee Firewall and are having issues getting places online, that’s your problem.
You’re welcome.
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Two conversations that will prove that I am a complete and utter ditz:
1. Fred and I started to watch
The Baxter the other night. (I say “started to” because we lasted about five minutes before turning it off. I know it’s supposed to be ironic and stuff, but it SUCKED. Also, the
lead guy looks way too much like
Screech to be taken seriously.) (See for yourself –
Dustin Diamond here,
Michael Showalter here)
Anyway. I put the DVD into the player, and we sat patiently as the menu came up, and then as Fred clicked on “Play movie”, I pointed at the screen, and said “That guy in the background looks like the Asshole guy!”
“The Asshole guy?” Fred said, grinning.
“Yeah, the Asshole guy!”
“You mean Johnny Knoxville?” Fred offered.
“Yeah, him.”
“Bessie,” Fred said. “That would be
Jackass, not Asshole.”
“Oh, right. SHUT UP.”
2. Fred called me Wednesday morning as I was about to go out to the garage to do the elliptical for 30 minutes. Actually, he called as I was about to step on to the elliptical, and I heard the phone ring and ran back inside – swearing all the way – to answer it.
“Bessie!” he said. “Chris Penn died!”
“He did?” I said. “Oh, that’s too bad!”
“Yeah, poor ol’
Willard.” He went on to read some of the details to me.
“Do they know what killed him?” I asked.
“Uh… no, not yet, but they don’t think it was due to foul play, they think natural causes.”
“Oh, like a drug overdose?” I said.
Fred began laughing. “Yeah, maybe, except that a drug overdose wouldn’t be a NATURAL CAUSE.”
“SHUT UP.”
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Currently
reading:
The Deadhouse, by Linda Fairstein. This is the second Linda Fairstein book I’ve read, and I can’t quite decide whether I like her books enough to keep reading them or not. I’ve got one more by her after this one; hopefully by the time I get to the end of that one, I’ll know one way or the other.
Finished recently:
Scenes from a Holiday, by various authors. I ended up skipping the story by Laurie Graff, but the others weren’t bad.
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Is it just me, or does Sugarbutt look strikingly like a praying mantis?
If you click here to see the big-ass version of this picture, you’ll see just how much white Tommy has, sprinkled amongst the black fur. He seems to have more white fur every day. I said to Fred the other day, “We should have named him Michael Jackson!”, because he’s turning white, see.
All of today’s uploaded pictures are
here.
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Previously
2005: Yes, I look like a dork.
2004: Better paranoid than hitchhiking across the country to meet some perv though, eh?
2003: No online presence in the day and age where every Joe Dork has a page? Inconceivable!
2002: No entry.
2001: No entry.
2000: Ooooh, lucky me, I got to go to the gynecologists’ today!]]>