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In case you’re interested, here are some more info and links about my problems with that latest OSX update. This guy got the same exact error I did.

Great news! Boudicca (my computer) is back up and running. (Well, she’s not 100%, but she’s getting there.) Always remember to backup your hard drive before updating your operating system. Just a helpful tip there, kids.

CRAP. I was trying to install the latest Mac OSX update today (10.1.5) and it completely killed my machine. Kernel panics everywhere. I can’t even boot up into OSX anymore. Now we’re frantically trying to back everything up in OS9 before doing a total reinstall. In other words, I might be MIA for a little while…

I meant to post this days ago and forgot, but anyway, here are my answers to the Blogger Survey. For those of you interested in the why’s and wherefore’s of blogging, this is a good way to get my take on it.

WHAT? Okay, I need some EastEnders assistance, and quickly. According to this article, the actress that plays Zoe – the runaway – actually ran away from home recently. They found her but she’s suffering from nervous exhaustion. Here’s the part that freaked me though: “Her absence has meant the show’s writers have had to delay her screen wedding to Dr Anthony Trueman, played by Nicholas Bailey.” Zoe’s marrying Dr. Trueman? Like, the handsome black doctor that her mother dated? That’s gotta be a typo or something, right?

I just found a great site called Strange Indiana. The author moved to the Midwest and decided to document all the strange Indiana weirdness that he found. Man, some of this stuff makes me homesick. I was also excited to finally show Snookums “The Mouse Game”, shown in this image. My Dad is the Mouse Game Champion of All Time. Basically it’s a big spinny table with lots of numbered holes around the edges. Then they chuck a mouse onto it and it runs down into one of the holes. You win prizes (usually stuffed animals) by correctly betting which hole the mouse will run to. I used to know kids that would skip school during Fair Week and spend every day down there wasting their allowance. Ahhh, teenage gambling addicts. Does it get anymore fun that that?

My mental age is apparently 16. This comes as no surprise to my family, who’ve known it for years. Interestingly, yesterday I bought an over-priced hat that I’ll hardly ever wear simply because it reminded me of one I had… when I was 16. It’s a red corduroy floppy driving hat. (Snookums claims it looks like the ones train engineers wear.) I think it looks cool. Like I said, I’m 16.

Good News Part One. I have a meeting about a job today! I’m fairly certain I’m going to get it, too! It’s just an HTML contract, but it’s a step in the right direction.

Update: I got it!

I am so mad I could spit. I just got the following e-mail from a jerk:

Hi tell me please why have you got a website, with tales in which only you and a few of your intimates would only be very vaguely interested?

And a Goddess of what, pray?

I cannot quote the scripture but is it not written in the Christian Holy Bible, something to the effect about praising oneself being no prasie [sic] at all?

Oh, thank you, Mr. AOLer, for pointing out the errors of my ways. NOT. Can you believe that? Someone actually criticizing my personal site and journal? What an asshole. I shouldn’t have responded to such a blatant troll, but I couldn’t resist. Oh, and if any spammers are looking for a good address to scrape, I think you know what to do.