Blah, blah, blah.

My father-in-law is an avid computer user who knows very little about how computers work. You tech support guys know the type. It's maddening. He loves tracking his stocks & mututal funds on the Quicken website, and he looooves being able to read MRI scans via the internet, but GOD FORBID he has to save an attachment or change a setting. Anyway, his computer has been all screwy lately, and we think he just needed to reinstall the OS, but on Saturday we started teasing him about how he should just get a new one. We were only kidding, but on Sunday, he took Mark out for advice and bought himself a new one. The happy ending is that we took the old one home--not the monitor, just the rest, and swapped out my computer which is not reading CDs. Hooray. Now I can play the Sims again, and Kirk can play some of his 100 kids programs.

Saturday night we went to a Tigers came--Comerica Park being just across the street from Ford Field, where Eminem was giving his first of only two concerts all year. It was a MADHOUSE. However, it was nice to see Detroit looking so lively. I thought I had been transported to another city. Kyla will be proud of me--I took some knitting to the ball game. Good christ, baseball can be dull.

Art Fair starts in two days. I'm usually a little enthused, but this year I am (a) broke and (b) occupied on Saturday, and thus am unable to organize a Doper ArtFair Excursion as I have in the past. So it may be little more than a parking nightmare with the mitigating factor of many more interesting lunch choices thrown in.

And if I could add one more bitchy comment...

You know, I'm getting really bored sending letters and care packages off into the void. They tell you not to expect letters from your soldiers and that they're busy and writing materials can be scarce, but fuck it, I'd like to hear *something*. Even just "Sorry I can't write more, an angry Iraqi shot my foot off today." Then I'd know to send bandaids and I'd have heard something.

Otherwise, it's just dull. Writing boring crap about my boring life (you guys have a taste of what his letters are like, poor bastard) and buying granola bars and batteries. Throw me a bone, Sgt Riley!!

I did finally send paper and envelopes and pens in the last box. I should have written "HINT HINT" on them but that's pretty bitchy.

Yeah, I'm an ass to complain.