Friday, October 24, 2008

It almost killed me, but I got this week's Mamarazzi post up.

First the site was acting balky.

Then I got a cryptic email from the owner of the server, whose emails can best be described as Esperanto Haiku.

Then when I tried to log on, I had forgotten my password. Damn these computers with their cute, sleek interfaces and dangerously slick salesmanship. They remind me of the Snow White's stepmother.

Laptop in the guise of a harmless old peddler woman: Would you like us to remember your password?
Poppy: Why, dear sweet harmless-looking laptop? So that I forget it? Of course!

So I spent quite a long time trying and failing to log on to my Mamarazzi account.

Then I remembered the desktop computer upstairs. Perhaps its warm, vanilla-scented, freshly baked password-remembering cookies would still work!

So I tried it. And it worked.

But at that point, the little sprightly funny idea I had was cowering in the corner like a whipped spaniel, whimpering softly.

Well, I posted anyway. But I just don't know about the results.

3 comments:

  1. Someone needs to learn to live within her means. If I had that kind of divorce money, I know I could do it.

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  2. Heather continues to impress me with her piece-of-workdom. I think she should start hanging out with Courtney Love. Together, they could wreak havoc unbeknownst to humankind.

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  3. No thanks on the politician offer, we generally like our politicians to have some gravitas - oh there are exceptions but not this much of an exception. Maybe Italy? They voted in La Cicciolina after all.

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Gentle Readers:

For the time being, I've turned off comment moderation. Please don't spam; it's not nice.

xxx, Poppy.