Sort of Here

Deer came to graze in the front yards along my street tonight. Because the moon is still close to full, I could see them fairly well in spite of their pale brown color. (Deer come very close to being invisible at night.) I heard them, first. One was walking on my driveway, browsing on the flowers along it, and snorting. Apparently, he was not pleased with my selection of plants for his dining pleasure. Deer prefer rose bushes to the ground covering plants which I have. I don't like to disappoint them, but, on the other hand, what have the deer done for me? They have never given me advice about my hardware configuration. They are no help at all when it comes to reinstalling Windows. They have never suggested a CD writer program that wouldn't make the computer crankier than it already is. What use are these beasts? They might as well be Microsoft employees!

Wishful Thinking

Someday, there will be computers as well made as toasters. Someday, there will be computers as reliable as, say, a 1922 Dodge. Someday, I will have such a machine. Someday.