Well, so much for wireless…for now.
Apple tech support helped me get the AirPort base station reset, but I’m still not getting the speed that I’d like out of it. So it’s back to the wire for right now. Oh well. Technology can be our friend or our foe. It just seems like my foe more often than not lately. (I’m talking to YOU, Color LaserJet 5. Your ass is MINE.)

Otherwise, the new PowerBook is working quite nicely. I’ve started loading on more software, and I hope to be able to dismantle the old computer by the weekend. (My desk space reclaimed! Huzzah!)

Fun With Computers
Ugh. This has not been a good day.

For the last few days, I’ve noticed that my blog wasn’t showing me my posts from Friday. Blogger wouldn’t let me in, and when I was finally able to re-load the page, it lost the comments from the last few posts (for reasons that I have not yet been able to deduce.)

To compound things, I got my new computer yesterday, and since I had many errands to run, I left it until today to set up. After problems with my old CD-RW (which caused me to burn 5 coasters taking about 40 minutes each), I foolishly attempted to set up the AirPort network for my Powerbook.

Now, switching data from one computer to another is something I’ve done more than a few times. I expected it to take the better part of the day, but I figured that by the time “Alias” came on, I would be in pretty good shape, and I could, say, start experimenting with MacOS X. Well, that all went to shit, because first AirPort wouldn’t give me the throughput that I wanted, and then the base station just sort of…well, disappeared…entirely. At about midnight, I got fed up, disconnected the base station and restored the ethernet connection to my old computer.

With any luck, I’ll have time to call Apple after work tomorrow (but before my Post-Mortem meeting in Brooklyn tomorrow night) and find out how the hell I screwed this “simple” procedure up.

I say again: “Ugh.”

So in honor of that last item, and mainly because I can’t resist taking a pot shot at Ms. Spears, it’s time, once again, to play…

CAPTION THE PHOTO!

And from our “Oh, for the love of…” department…

BBC News | SHOWBIZ | Fur flies over Britney posters
Britney Spears has pulled out of a poster campaign for People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (Peta) after reports she would appear nude.

Her publicist said the star had merely offered to provide a photograph of herself – fully-clothed – for a Peta poster at a New York nightclub, promoting its new policy of refusing entry to patrons wearing fur.

She’s not. That. Innocent.

BBC News | SHOWBIZ | Actress Winona Ryder arrested
Police said they arrested Ms Ryder, 30,after security guards suspected her of stealing from the Saks Fifth Avenue store in the upmarket shopping district of Wilshire Boulevard.

Because, I guess for some people, Oscar nominations and millions upon millions of dollars just aren’t enough.

Cable’s TNT pinkslips 23 in revamp
In August, TNT Originals laid off about 15 staffers in business affairs, development, accounting and production. Early in the year, a handful of staffers were laid.

Wow. Suddenly I want to get fired by TNT!
Link stolen from TV Barn.

And I’m spent.
“Seven Keys” is now officially in the record books. And yet, somehow, I’m still not DONE with it. The final performance was yesterday, but now we face the task of striking the massive set that be built for this thing. As you may or may not recall, it took the better part of one week to put the set up and get it into shape. With the aid of circular saws and sledgehammers, it should take substantially less time to strike, but that doesn’t change the fact that it’s going to be a bear of a strike.

More in a little while…

Darren won’t stop putting disturbing thoughts into my brain. Someone please make him stop.

My horoscope for the week, courtesy of The Onion:

Virgo: (Aug. 23-Sept. 22)
Destiny has decided that you are a weak and unworthy vessel for its purposes. Starting next week, you’ll be replaced with Robert Vaughn.

Sounds about right, somehow.

Shoo fly, don’t bother me.
Ugh. There’s a rather large fly buzzing around my room. I’m just sitting here, trying to enjoy a rerun of “Hamish Macbeth” on BBC America when I notice this big ass fly start walking across the screen. (Either that, or it was six smaller flies combined to form one large fly. Or maybe I watched too many episodes of “Transformers” and “Voltron” as a kid.) Anyway, he’s flown off the television, but I’m pretty sure he’s still in the room somewhere.

I just have a feeling that he’s going to fly into my mouth while I’m sleeping.