Happy Easter, all!

Boy howdy has this been a long Lent, and though I have been thrilled to miss all of the war coverage, it's a great treat to be able to see all of my friends again. Hello friends!

Whoo, that looked sad for a moment that all of my friends just exist in words in journals, but this is not so much true, I have the occasional real life friend, not to mention two cats! And the people from the TV talk to me all of the time!

So no pity.

So yesterday I finished off the great Moving of Information from my pile of old computers onto my new one and started using it exclusively.

Now, don't get me wrong, I adore it, it is the most wonderful computer in all of the land, but there is one thing that I don't so much dig about it, and that is the loathsome trackpad. My old computer has what is called an E-Z Point, which is like this green eraser in the middle of the keyboard that you put your finger on and lean it back and forth, with the mouse buttons down below the keyboard so your hand is in a good position, nicely spread out. With the trackpad, not so much.

Trackpads have the buttons right next to them so your hand is all cramped up, and don't think I don't know that they were specifically made to discriminate against left-handed people, because you have to have your thumb all curled under your palm and after only a couple of days of this I am in real pain.

Why don't I switch the buttons? Because the button-switching box is greyed out for some unknown reason. Why don't I plug in my mouse? Because the slot of plugging in the mouse does not fix the plug on my mouse. So I'm all down with the hand-cramping until I can get something to adapt my mouse plug.

The other thing that I don't like about the trackpad is the way using it feels like you're a little kid on her first pair of roller skates only able to skate about an inch at a time, it's all rub lift rub lift rub lift. The last thing that I hate I was able to fix, thank goodness, because the trackpad was originally so sensitive that if you glanced sharply at it windows would go up and down and dance all over the page as you yelled "Stop that!" all ineffectually at the screen. But that I fixed. Unclick the tapping feature, that's the key.

And then I spent several hours making my very first mix cd! That was a day well-spent, huh?

I do need help with one thing, though. I sent this message to my notify list to a resounding silence, so perhaps someone else can give me a hand:

"Dear God help me, I am going insane.

I have my wonderful new computer onto which I have spent two days moving everything from my other two computers, and there is one setup I have on my desktop that I cannot figure out how to recreate on the new computer!

It's a Netscape thing, I have it set up to automatically check for new mail when the computer starts, Netscape does not have to be open ever, I don't use Netscape messenger to check the mail, it's just a little envelope at the bottom right hand corner of the screen and I CANNOT FIGURE OUT HOW I GOT IT THERE! If I check the options on the little envelope it brings up a box that says "Netscape Mail Properties" that I cannot replicate anywhere else ever.

Somebody has to know what I'm talking about. I cannot be the only person alive ever to have activated this feature. I want my little envelope!"

Lenten entries missed:

Beth just was not trying to save my soul this year, not even a whit. But there were two entries, one about many things, including not wanting to be a teacher, and one on the being of many Beths.

Today's horoscope:
If you seek praise, this is the hard way to get it. Put yourself in the path of people that will notice you instead of working in secret. Your feelings are just as valid as anyone's.

One year ago today:
Basically, this was a long, long, slow movie in which nothing happens and no-one is interesting, and some people are so annoying that you want to fling them off the balcony of the Chelsea Hotel.

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