upstairs downstairs

I was going to post pics of the pieces I've been working on for the past two days, but they're on my other computer. I am moving from my old, decrepit Dell that is destined to simply implode one of these days to a new hybrid Dell (I couldn't afford a Prius, so I got this! haha). The new system kicks ass, but as is inevitable with a move to a new 'puter the usual glitches have ensued: programs that I use every day (Pagemaker! Photoshop!) are not compatible with the new operating system so I have to do stuff on the old one and then email things to myself to pull up on the new one. Then, documents formatted in the new-fangled Word program get all wonky when I pull them up on the old machine, but I have to print from the old machine because I haven't moved the printer. And I hear tell there is a slick way to move your email address book from one machine to another but as yet I have not been able to pull that off either, so I find myself downstairs on the old machine, forwarding myself copies of old emails just so I can use the addresses because, well, god forbid I write down an email address with like, a pen, on say, a piece of paper, like some sort of luddite. (1)

But those are all just minor irritations which will just sort of smooth themselves out eventually. In the meanwhile here's a picture of my foster dog, Chili Bean, who has a hot date with a potential adopter this weekend. I'm sure she will simply fall in love with him, as does everyone who comes within a ten foot radius of his cuteness, so I am preparing myself for the inevitable good bye.

I mean, seriously! Hella-cute, isn't he? The mildly worried look you see here is actually a "poor me" expression that he has perfected to induce people to share their Cheez-Its with him. He is a complete pain the bum and we absolutely and unequivocally adore him.

In other news, I had a job interview today. And tomorrow... (drum roll please....) is my coveted and long-awaited appointment with the pain specialist. (Aren't those magical words, when uttered together?)

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(1) I used to pronounce that "LOO- dite," until I used the word in conversation and was mocked with great glee by a friend who shall remain nameless. This is a great example of why people who may be fairly well-read might still sound like morons if they attempt to socialize in real-people land: entire swathes of their vocabulary may have only been experienced in print, not actually ever heard pronounced. (I mean, how do you pronounce swathe? you see what I mean.) Another case in point: I once auditioned for a play and when I read aloud from the script: "There's an Episcopal church right down the street" I pronounced it "epi-SCOPE-al." Great memory to re-live if I'm feeling a bit too cocky; brings me right back down to Humbleville.