Friday was a sleeping day, as most Friday's tend to be, so I read more and more of The Dark Tower. It's finished, by the way, and it was at first a great let-down, but rescinded itself quickly. Hard to explain, you'll understand when you read it. It's got my stamp of approval though.

Saturday was a planned thing - Vickie and I were going to clean. Our bedroom has been hit by at least six tornados and I think a couple of the hurricanes that blew through Florida last month. It needs some work, bad. So we were going to do that. We most certainly were not having company over. Yes, cleaning and laundry and no company, and maybe even Vickie would acquiesce to watch the new Star Wars DVD set I'd bought (more on that later). That was the plan. Not one single piece of that plan made it through to the evening. Lily needed entertainment, counsel and ears, so we played host to her and ended up watching "12 Monkeys". There was talk, there was fun, there was chit-chat in the sun, you get the drift. We all slept late on Sunday (except poor Vic, who had to work bright and early). The night became a technical one for yours truly as I began working on a project. My PVR, or HTPC (Home Theater Personal Computer). I'd gotten Linux installed on a spare computer and was going to get MythTV install on it. I worked on that bitch all night, including a chunk of the next day before giving up. Too much tiny shit to compile and configure and deal with. It's the biggest flaw of Linux that so much capability just isn't simplified. I'm not stupid, I can get things to work in Linux easily enough and configure the hell out of software and operating systems, but I just don't want to. If I could just run one program that would, by God, get all the other programs and solve the dependencies I'd do it. Until then, I guess I've got a spare computer gathering dust.

I did, however, start work on Lily's website for her. There's not much there (at all, really), but there should be more one day at http://lily.familydisease.com.

So, yeah, last weekend I bought the new Star Wars DVD's. Put them in, checked out a couple of key scenes and thought: "Yup, that's Star Wars - the same movie I've seen over and over and fucking over." George Lucas has burnt me out on Star Wars. With all the changes he's pushed it through maybe he's improved scenes to the way he'd like them, but at the same time he's turned it into something different, and by robbing me of the nostalgic connection he's taken away a vast majority of my interest. However, Vickie hasn't seen any of the Star Wars movies, so I'm keen to watch them with her to see what it's like to watch it with new eyes. After that, I'm sure they'll collect dust in the cabinet.

Today's been a productive day. I've had a zest for getting stuff done and have been busting my ass all day cleaning SpyWare and viruses from computers. All. Fucking. Day. Microsoft should hire some of the virus writers to help them with Windows updates. I've said it before and don't mind saying it again: Nobody that comes in here has any of their updates for Windows, but they've all got the latest, greatest and most up-to-date spyware running all over their machine. Today it's "AdDestroyer" and I'll admit, this one has me stumped and pissed. (For now.)

But, anyway, I'm productive. After work, I'll be picking up a thermostat for the house (a nice programmable one!) and then changing the brake pads on Vickie's Fun Car of Tiny Vroom Vrooms. I think that if I cap this all off with some Monday Night Football I may just burst from a testosterone-induced heart attack. If that's the case, please make sure there's something funny and uplifting on my tombstone. Like a carving of pepperoni and cheese...

UPDATE

Amazingly, life further proves that things never are quite the way you plan - the car is dead, dead, dead and I'll be missing work (probably) tomorrow while Vickie and I do some emergency car shopping. Thank God I've got about a grand saved up. Let the shopping begin!