Then There Was Saturday:
Holy Hippie wanted to see if we could get a video link going with AIM, so I dug out not one but TWO little digital cameras to use as webcams. I thought I had installed both onto Mr. PC, but I couldn't even download stills from either one of them. So I search for the install CDs. Let's just say it took a while. Once found, they refused to load properly. So I went through the uninstall/reinstall cycle a time or two, and they STILL didn't work. Moments away from getting the sledgehammer and giving them all a vigorous reprogramming, I walked away. Mr. TV worked just fine, and I was grateful.
As most of you know, there's only two things which make me swear like a sailor at a bridal show, and they are: 1) walking from a warm building into sub-zero temperatures, and 2) Improv. I mention this, because a while back, I had agreed to help Dr. Arwen Chicken with preparations for her presentation at the conference in Philadelphia. Well, today was the day. She had two others from her team over, and they wanted me to participate in the (of course) improv games. Now, I haven't done improv since the Reagan administration (Note to younger readers: He was a President (I know, I can't believe it either)). I don't suck at it, but there's a reason
I'm a writer. My witty scatological references may seem
spontaneous, but they could take an hour to get just right (I even rewrote this line
four times!). Improv offers no such latitude. Still, I make it through and without saying "Oxford" once! Dr. Arwen Chicken may not have noticed, but I was pleased. Current Mood: pensive