Life After the Death

Getting to know my new computer is like training a look-alike dog. I never remember how to set the finder window so that it always appears as a list instead of a bunch of huge, doofy icons. We'll get there, it just takes a minute.

And two of the joyful experiences of being human, and a woman:

1. Getting told exactly what you need to hear but don't want to see.

2. Conversations in groups of women that involve a lot of dialogue like this: "...and then this motherfucker..."