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Quick note - I have no cable at my house. This means no me online for the most part and may possibly affect my Angel viewing tomorrow in ways that I cannot even begin to fathom. In an interestingly parallel note - Dawn found out yesterday (when she tried to have the cable account switched over to her new place) that they cannot install cable in her new house cause of building codes or wiring or Jesus or something. I'd be smug about her lack of cable as well (teach you to shut me off /Homer Simpson) except this could really have dire consequences in my Angel-watching tomorrow.

Saturday, the cableman cometh.

Cliniging to the Internet at Work...

So I have no AIM. Actually, this is true on many levels since my lack of spatial skills dictates that nothing I ever throw will land or hit where I intend it to go. Well - I say it is my spatial skills as a set, the Boy maintains that it is mainly due to my lack of depth perception and Dawn says that it is because I just do not try hard enough. This all came up this weekend as we were painting and discussing why I never followed through on being an astronaut, even though there was a two-week period as a child where that was my goal. I was commiserating with a CD of Eddie Izzard and his scaled back dreams.

Dawn: You give up on everything.

Me: There is no way I could ever be an astronaut.

Dawn: You listen to people when they tell you that you can't do something. I never ask.

Me: Dawn! I. Can. Not. See. There is no way I could be an astronaut. You have to have 20/20 vision or something - I saw it on "I Dream of Genie."

Dawn: You don't know that for sure because you never tried.

Me: Well then, would you be comfortable with me in a space shuttle?

Dawn: Liz, I won't even ride with you in town, after dark.

So I have no aim. But also no AIM and I miss it. I am an AIM addict. I miss ya'll.