I think I'm going to cry now.

Typing this from the public library because my computer at home appears to be dead. I may be taking a longer break from LJ and mailing lists than I'd expected. Oh, and no, I hadn't backed up many of my files to floppy disk because I couldn't afford floppy disks. Joy.

I'm hoping this is all a bad dream and when I go home my computer will come on again instead of sitting there like a lump in a bog.

All is not lost. I do still have a 486 at home with a 14.4 internal modem. Is it possible to do anything online these days using Netscape 2.01?

Still computerless

I watched the State of the Union speech last night. I watched the Democratic response too. Please help me.

Sometimes when I'm observing some cultural event, I imagine myself explaining it to someone from the past, usually Abraham Lincoln for some reason. Abe had to go without last night though, because for some reason I ended up showing the speeches and the nightly news to my parents from 20 years ago, back when they were good solid Reagan Republicans, and explaining it all to them. It was interesting explaining why Afghanistan rated mention in the speech while the Evil Empire wasn't so much as a blip. It was awkward trying to explain the advertisements to Mom and Dad. And I completely failed to come up with a good explanation for Michael Jackson.

I couldn't tell them why I was interested in talking to them twenty years later, or even who I was. I think Mom suspected. How can you tell your parents that they're dead?

In other news, I dreamed last night that I took a very powerful drug, but was disappointed to find that all it did to me was make me excessively thirsty. I realized later on that it had also given me the ability to speak to animals and plants and understand what they had to say to me, but I wasn't sure if that was a magical ability conferred by the drug or vivid hallucinations. I wonder what the dream was trying to say? The only major drug in my life these days is caffeine--I'm not even taking prescriptions or OTC stuff otherwise. Then again, it could conceivably be related to my Internet activity, but what possible relationship could there be? I mean, the Internet gives me the ability to talk with bears, bunnies, daisies, dandelions, monkeys, penguins... erm.

Again I say, please help.