I got to expend some of the taper nerves this morning on a swift 27 mile ride with my cycling group. That’s me in the pink on the left. These girls are so strong. They pull me up hills, teach me how to be part of a pace line and never fail to give an encouraging word. Most of them race bikes, so I have a thing or two to learn from them.
Thanks, Jen, for the picture!
I know you have been waiting with bated breath to hear more about my computer situation since the Lightening Strike of 2011. Where the hell did that phrase, “bated breath” come from anyway? XLMIC would know off the top of her head, but I don’t, so I’m off to look it up.
Okay, that was boring. Too boring to even repeat, except to say that “bated” just means “restraint” and I can’t find where the expression came from. I think it had something to do with Shakespeare and I am just white trash enough that if you mention Shakespeare I immediately become a narcoleptic. Not to be confused with a necrolpetic, which is just WRONG!
I will say that my curiosity took me to the Straight Dope site and I learned some other very cool things. Like the answer to, “Why do hotdogs come in packs of ten, but hotdog buns come in packs of eight?” I’ve always pondered this. The reason? bakers just don't like tens. They prefer dozens, or more generally, multiples of three and four, notably four, six, eight, and twelve. These quantities lend themselves to compact packaging. Meat packers like to package hot dogs in ten packs because ten usually equals one pound and it is neat and tidy that way.
Don’t ever say you don’t learn things here. We are all about education and intellectual stimulation through the discussion of crapping, “that’s what she said” usage and the occasional story about balls.
Back to the computer. I am not at Starbucks, which is a good sign. We got a new cable modem and now have our Wi-Fi back. I am using Sam’s laptop and my iPad to get by because my computer is still inoperable. Today the new power supply arrives and I should be back in business. This is when I will find out if my hard drive got fried or not. Bated breath. If it got fried, we will hope the external hard drive saved all my stuff. Bated breath.
Here is my makeshift office. It has a window and lots of light and overlooks the golf course, so not half bad:
I am Beth and I am a computer addict. There, I said it. Dr. Drew eat your heart out. I hate to admit how lost I am without my computer. In all seriousness, this has shown me that I have a problem. I am now working Step 1 of 12 Steps. Maybe I am just a bit powerless over my addiction. I keep reminding myself it could be meth, so I am keeping it in perspective.
I had my second part of “You Asked, I Answer” ready to go when the computer burned down. So, I’ll have that up soon if it wasn’t lost. You guys had so many insightful questions that really made me think.
Are you a computer addict? I work from home. Between that and the blog and other writing I do, I spend tons of time on here. I don’t think that’s a bad thing in and of itself. I do think it’s negative, however, if you find yourself unable to breakaway or if you keep checking back every minute or so. Or, if you are constantly taken and away and distracted and not giving attention to important things like children. This is the reason I’ve never gotten a smart phone. I don’t want to be plugged in all the time, or tempted.