NotJustAHatStand

I made the mistake of buying The Boy Football Manager 2007 for Christmas, and ever since I've had to fight to get access to our PC when he's in the house. He either hovers around, peering over my shoulder, trying to figure out if I'm nearly done yet, or he comes and sits in the spare room with me. Watching me. Waiting until I nip to the loo or go and make a cuppa, so that he can sneak on and check the score.

He's watching me right now - he's just sitting there smoking a fag and (as if that wasn't bad enough) watching me. It's freaking me out because I can feel his eyes boring into the back of my head. He's willing me to hurry up and just let him onto the computer already. I don't know if he can read what I'm typing from his side of the room.

If you can read this Boy? STOP WATCHING ME. You know I can't concentrate when you're just ... HOVERING... Go read a book or something. Oh, and while I've got your attention? The kitchen's a midden, and it's your turn to clean it.

I want a laptop. That way he can manage a fake football team to his heart's content, and I can sit on the sofa and write my post from there in comfort, peace and solitude.

We've got the day off tomorrow. We're not doing anything in particular, other than taking Coco to the vet for her booster. This means I have to wrangle her into her box first thing in the morning, which I am not looking forward to - she may only have three functional paws, but she makes good use of em when she's determined.

However, forcing a small unhappy cat into a confined space is much preferable to going in to my office - the tension I mentioned in yesterday's post escalated today into full blown huffs and histrionics, and I SO can't be arsed with that on a Friday. They can fight it out amongst themselves tomorrow, and I'll tune in for the office bitch-fest on Monday...

Labels: Cats, Computers, Fiance, Office

We have broadband! We FINALLY got the wireless connection to work last night after having to reorganise the entire house to connect the ethernet cable (the reason we had to get wireless to begin with is that the location of phone point doesn't allow us to connect cables without major hassle). Once the ethernet cable was plugged in it did all sorts of fancy things and the wee wireless light came on, and Fiance and I did a slow-motion lap of honour round the spare room with the music from Chariots of Fire playing in the background.

Unfortunately, because all our virus checking thingies are out of date the pooter froze about 10 minutes later, and I was unable to write my triumphant 'hurrah it's working!' post from home as I had planned (complete with cheesetastic picture of me sitting at the PC, grinning). So instead I'm writing this from work while our systems are broken.*

Still, at least we're able to get on t'interweb to pick up viruses, which is definitely progress.


*I'm starting to think I have a strangely powerful magnetic field surrounding me, that has the ability to break electrical equipment from 20 paces.

Labels: Computers