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plz help the nice kimli

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Okay, there’s got to be a Mac whiz out there somewhere:

I has issues. At home we have a Linksys Wireless-G Router, model WRT54G. Ed’s laptop (runs XP) connects to our mixed WPA network, no questions asked. My MacBook, when Boot Camp’d to XP, connects to the same network just fine. However, since day one, I’ve had to manually input an IP address into my Network settings in order for OS X to connect to the wireless. What gives? This sucks. My home network is the only network I’ve ever encountered this with and it is not good at all. Until now I’ve just been doing what I have to in order to get an internet connection at home, but I have officially Had It and I am Not Going To Take It Anymore.

You can tell I’m serious because I’m using Title Case.

Anyhoo. It appears this problem is present on ALL Macs in my humble abode; a friend’s MacBook Pro would not connect to the network and at the time we did not know this sneaky manual fix. I must fix it, and soon – my iPod Touch is having the same problem, and will not connect to my wireless network. Please help! Why do my Apple products hate me so much?

I know that once upon a time we had a very good reason to be running a WPA network instead of a WEP but I can’t remember that reason. If I switch, will everything be rainbows and lollipops again? Oh please help!

squeeeeeee!

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Fedex just pulled up to my apartment and buzzed at my door, which surprised me. I’m not waiting for anything that would be delivered by Fedex, so what gives? Did someone perhaps send me a fabulous present?

I went down to sign for the package, and that’s exactly what happened – someone DID send me a fabulous present! Adam and Lilie, old gaming buddies, sent me a copy of Enemy Territories: Quake Wars with the sweetest note ever! The game made me SQUEEEEE but the note and the thought behind it made me all squishy and weepy because it was just so nice and unexpected. Yay!

I finally got sick of having a meme in place of an About section, so I updated that if you’re at all bored.

And lastly, I am so cold I am sitting at my desk shivering and yes, I am wearing clothes. I think I’m going to go do the dishes just for the sake of sticking my hands in hot water for a while.

hell hath no fury

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.. like a Kimli with a cup full of Diet Coke she can’t drink.

Last night Miranda and I went to a Champagne Reception at Bodacious. We got all fancy (because we are seriously lacking in reasons to get fancy these days) and headed off down Main Street for some Fun Times. Afterwards we went to grab a bite to eat, then I took her home and my evening promptly turned crappy. Yay!

I was planning on stopping at McDonald’s on my way home because I wanted some Diet Coke. I tried to call Ed to see if he wanted anything because I am a nice wife like that, but unfortunately, Ed is dumb. 8 phone calls later, he still hadn’t picked up his phone because it lives on vibrate and is never in his vicinity. I *hate* this. It infuriates me that I only have one way to get a hold of him and it never works for various stupid reasons – dead batteries, didn’t hear it, left it at work, forgot where it was, didn’t feel it ring. So, that put me in a bad mood. Strike one.

Two: I went through drive through and ordered a medium Diet Coke and an apple pie. The girl at the window was annoyed I was paying with a debit card, thrust my drink at me, handed me my bag, then shut the window and left. That’s fine, except I received no straw, no napkins, and no receipt. This made me angry. I wanted to drink my Diet Coke and I had no straw, and as I was driving I wasn’t about to just pop the lid and chug straight from the cup. I couldn’t just ask her for a straw because she had walked away from the window and there was no one in sight. I don’t care that it was just a McDonald’s drive through; shitty service annoys the fuck out of me. In fact, I was so annoyed that when I got home I actually looked up the number of the McDonald’s online and called to complain. This was about the third time I’d gone through that drive through for a drink and not received a straw, and the second time without napkins. I never call places up to complain, but I was already in a bad mood and seriously, what kind of fucking idiot hands someone a cold drink without a straw. Next time I go into that McD’s I get a free meal that I don’t really want – all I want is a straw with my drink. And some napkins. The receipt I could care less about, but it pissed me off more to realize I had to go look up the phone number because she didn’t give me that, either. I worked in drive through for years; it’s not hard. Gimmie a straw. I hate you. Strike two.

Three: It took me four tries to parallel park outside our building. This never happens; I’m an awesome parallel parker. This time, not so much.

Four: Sasha decided the hallway was awesome and escaped out the door when I got home. I wouldn’t have found her, except I had forgotten something in the car (strike 3.5) and when I went to fetch it she was coming up the stairs and shrieking at me. Stupid cat, this is why you don’t run away. You are dumb.

Other than the four rage-inducing incidents, I had a lovely evening with Miranda. I bought a hat, and some inappropriately coloured tights. Today I have to clean this dump; we’re going to Seattle tomorrow and I suppose it would be more pleasant to come home to a clean apartment rather than the disgusting sty it is right now. I am so domesticated. It is humiliating.

Today I am boring. Sorry ‘bout that.

light fuse – run away – profit!

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There are very few things wrong with dreams in which you utter the line “I came here to fuck you and I fucked your roommate instead!” then everyone laughs and gets naked.

Just sayin’.

My subconscious has a much more exciting sex life than I do.

We had a very subdued Halloween last night. We don’t give out candy because we’re in an apartment and children terrify me, so instead we went out and bought fireworks.

I’ve never bought fireworks before, but it’s legal to do so as long as you set them off between October 24th and November 1st. All I really wanted were some sparklers for fun photo times, but we bought a decent assortment of minor explosives. Josh and Shan also bought fireworks, and we all piled up into the Delica and headed to an outdoor hockey square to light things on fire and watch them ‘splode.

And so we did. It was fun! We set off something called the Sex Goddess that was truly awesome, and took long exposure shots of sparklers and Jumping Jacks and other things that went fizz BOOM crackle burn out. It started raining far earlier than we hoped though, so we had to end our pyromania around 9pm. Still, we got our fill of boom and we have extra fireworks for later not to mention at least 100 more sparklers for festive times.

Sasha update: she’s doing much, much better. She’s actually put on a pound or so, and is loving the special vet food for ancient felines. I didn’t quite appreciate the heart attack she gave me last Thursday night, though – she had been scrapping with the other cats earlier in the day, and had a big scratch on her nose that then crusted over. She was in the bedroom giving herself a bath when she pulled the scab off and made her nose bleed – then continued cleaning herself, getting blood EVERYWHERE. I went to check on her and she sneezed, shooting blood all over the sheets. I flipped the fuck out and screamed for Ed, who came running to see what was wrong. Crisis averted; she was a little pissed off that I ruined her bath but holy fuck, there was blood everywhere. Also not helping: she had a red thread stuck to her tail, which in my panick’d state made it look like the blood was coming out of her butt which is never, ever good. BUT! All is fine. She’s still feisty and not liking the other cats, adoring the fact that she gets special food and many attentions, and hasn’t thrown up in almost a week. She is getting back to fat and sassy, and I likes it. Yay for Sasha!