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Houston, we've had a problem here.


Can you believe it? Three computers in the house and they are dropping like flies!

That and the fact that I am off work until Monday has severely constrained my adventures on the INFORMATION SUPERHIGHWAY over the next week.

I am not sure what I can do. I am sure that it will involve a lot of crying, shaking and fetal positions.

I have again had to dip into the grab bag of photos, and suspect that this blasting that took place just down from work a few weeks back, coupled with a shark attack and far too little sleep of late have all contributed to the technical difficulties that seem to have plagued me of late.

For the moment then, I can only apologise for the brevity.
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blackie said…
spiders. blame it on spiders.
30 December 2008 at 20:12
Anonymous said…
It must be catching, I'm reading a lot of blogs where laptops are in the process of dying.

Though I like the spider theory too.
30 December 2008 at 22:53
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
As soon as you can condense big thoughts.
30 December 2008 at 22:54
MurciaDailyPhoto said…
I want to wish you the best draw for the 2009, both for you and your family.
30 December 2008 at 23:16
Profile Not Available said…
Kris - thanks for the Holiday visit! I apologize for not replying to it sooner! Like you, we have had our share of drama here. I hope you are back up and running soon, and that your 2009 is filled with all good things!
31 December 2008 at 01:09
SH -ic said…
press thumb .. huston is coming
31 December 2008 at 05:06
Uma por Dia said…
Don't worry...Happy new year!
31 December 2008 at 08:37
Kris McCracken said…
Blackie, I don’t need spiders, I have a toddler!

Jackie, stupid computers!

MurciaDailyPhoto, I shall try.
5 January 2009 at 11:24
Kris McCracken said…
Kelly, thanks!

PtW, Angelica Huston?

Uma por Dia, oh yes it is.
5 January 2009 at 11:24
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