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RIP Mertensia
Nov. 17th, 2012 07:29 amWell, I am now without a laptop once again, as my outdated Dell refuses to take a charge or run on the charger. Everything is backed up, as I saw this coming, so now I just have to make a decision and spend money I don't want to. I've got two fics-in-progress sitting on Gdrive, where I can't see pecking at them on this little thing, but if I get desperate there are other computers in the house.
Yes, two: the Lewis, and I got bitten by the last PoI ep and started typing (cease with the triumphant crowing, N). It was a good, tensely written ep, and not the least thing I appreciated about it was the absolutely blasé acceptance of same-sex marriage. "Here is the number, Mr Reese, and here is her wife." No commentary, no jokes, not even the good-natured snarking of WC, just fact. Okay, it's not Our Heroes getting married, but they hardly could anyway, being dead.
So, there we are. Maybe some typing today will be in order. And some shopping. I admit to a strong temptation to name the new machine "The Machine" (and perhaps rechristen the phone Florence) but it's a touch ambitious for a wee laptop. There is "Harold," of course. (Not having "Mr Reese" sitting on my lap, thank you.)
Yes, two: the Lewis, and I got bitten by the last PoI ep and started typing (cease with the triumphant crowing, N). It was a good, tensely written ep, and not the least thing I appreciated about it was the absolutely blasé acceptance of same-sex marriage. "Here is the number, Mr Reese, and here is her wife." No commentary, no jokes, not even the good-natured snarking of WC, just fact. Okay, it's not Our Heroes getting married, but they hardly could anyway, being dead.
So, there we are. Maybe some typing today will be in order. And some shopping. I admit to a strong temptation to name the new machine "The Machine" (and perhaps rechristen the phone Florence) but it's a touch ambitious for a wee laptop. There is "Harold," of course. (Not having "Mr Reese" sitting on my lap, thank you.)
