Two things on my mind today:First, did anyone watch Monday night’s back-to-back episodes of 24?

That had to be one of the most shocking things I’ve seen in a looooong time. (**WARNING: SPOILER AHEAD!) C’mon, did anyone really think that Fayed’s man would detonate that suitcase nuke? With a mushroom cloud rising over Los Angeles and the revelation that there are 4 more of those suitcases out there and all scheduled to go off during Jack’s latest day, the producers have now opened the door to anything happening which makes this show more addictive than ever.

And then there is my computer. As I’ve documented here previously, Lappy is once again making his own kind of music, singing his own special song: no volume — unless I am in chat and some 80 year old guy in Boston is beating his meat on mic and screaming “You like dat? Huh? You like dat?”, then the volume mysteriously surfaces at 10 decibels; playing cd’s or dvd’s? surely you jest; closing out windows for absolutely no reason whatsoever? Yeah, he does that too.

Sure it’s frustrating, but what’s a computer illiterate, tech challenged fag in the new millenium supposed to do? With no raise this year, Lappy knows he isn’t going to be replaced anytime soon.

Enter Bruce.

Again.

Bruce has agreed to work on Lappy once more and update him a bit (goodbye Internet Explorer – 6th Edition, hello 21st Edition or whatever you cool kids are using these days). And like last time, this will be quid pro quo.

But this time, Bruce has another scenario in mind. One much less intense than last time, yet no less bizarre to me.

Currently we are negotiating a time limit, because hey! — I’m an old guy and my bladder is the size of a chick pea. I am angling to keep it under 3 hours; Bruce is pushing for 4. He knows I need Lappy fixed, so that’s his leverage. I know no one else is lining up to indulge him in these weird fucking scenes, that’s mine

And so we continue to mediate.

More on this as it develops.