There’s nothing like family (thank god).
Here I am, typing as fast as Pad’s Pentium II will let me, connected with his 56k modem. Windows 98 has been attacked by a Russian virus he got from downloading ex-Communist porn, and I’m attempting to save the day. So far it’s taken about an hour to download 1/2 of the basic McAffee virus software. As each page takes about a minute to load, I’m not going to be too wordy!
Today Pad and I went to the world’s largest sporting goods store, geared towards fisherman and hunters. We drooled over the camping equipment for a while, and I got replacement candles for my camping lantern. It was like a mall for males. Seriously, I have never been in a store where the male to female ratio was so high! Testosterone oozed from the walls as be-mulleted guys sized up fishing rods and shotguns. I still want a folding chair with a giany Canada goose canopy. Supposedly, the geese you are shooting won’t realize that there’s a human hiding under the 4-foot goose butt, but I know they’re smarter than that. I want to seit on the banks of the Charles and torture them with one of the myriad duck calls that they also sell. all the geese will be freaking out, windering where the Wood Ducks and Common Mallards are. Maybe I’ll throw in some moose and deer calls while I’m at it!
