The hubby forwarded me this link about two computers set up to chat with each other. I'd rather chat with them than a lot of folk I remember showing up in chat rooms way back when I actually visited chat rooms.
I don't know if I've mentioned it recently - and that's part of the problem - but my memory is really going to hell. I spend way too much time trying to remember the word I want to use, looking everywhere for the glasses perched on top of my head, trying to find the earrings I swear I put in the earring dish, and that bottle of tea I just opened. I think I just need to keep everything in a big cart and drag it around with me wherever I go. Picture me in my St. John suit, Ferragamo shoes, Prada bag hung over my shoulder, pushing a grocery cart into the elevator at work. "No, I'm not homeless, just forgetful. Fourth floor please." It won't be long before HR asks me to take a nice little mental disability leave.
I recently added "Ask the Brontë Sisters" to my reader. Isn't the internet a fun place?
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Jeez, Dawno, I'm going to have to stop visiting your site--you keeping sending me off to all these great places I kinda wish I didn't know about. The Bronte Sisters, for example, are hysterical!
And I'm so with you on the memory thing. I always thought when I was younger that such decrepitude happened in old age, not so soon. But now I'm finding, um, I finding that... crap, what was I saying?
Crabby stole my line.
Luckily, I'm adorable when I pout.
two computers set up to chat with each other
Something like that happened in the movie Colossus: The Forbin Project. Soon they had taken over the wolrd - for its own good of course.
I've been having that issue (with the memory) as well. I imagine mine's due to a combination of stress at work and home (increases in responsibility at both), as well as a lack of sleep.
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