Leaving For The Weekend

My desktop computer is operational again, thanks to Kris' minor tweaks and my uploading Windows XP Pro because I got fed up with Server '03.

Now I'm in the middle of finalizing the project that I've been trying to finish since the end of May. Hit a bit of a snag this morning but I think I'm past it. The computer is working on it while I sit here and wait.

Le Tour starts on Sunday-I'll probably start catching it on Monday.

For all that I've said about Doctor Who this week, in the end I really can say I'm sure on one detail: Ten is still going to be around at the end of all this hullabaloo. I don't know who dies, don't know who lives, don't know how the Doctor's dream team can save the day when Davros has really got the upper hand. But I will say this: RTD's last episode of Who had better be good.

So I will write you again either Sunday late or Monday, because the parent's computer is dead or dying or something to that effect.

Ta,
Bec

PS: I have only just found out that Bozo the Clown has died.

I hate clowns, by the way, mostly because of a bad experience in a Florida pizza place. Like creatures of the Black lagoon, marmots, and the Grapes of Wrath, these creatures are terrifying beings of the honking nose and the squirting plastic flower.

The world is not a safe place. Old Bozo really terrified the kiddies for a long time. I hate to say it, but one less clown means the world is a little bit less frightening for me.

As for Bozo, I'm sure he's in heaven someplace hand-buzzering God.