Aug. 15th, 2002

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The technologically illiterate like my mother generally don't bother me. It's when they both want to know how to do things while not wanting to learn how to do things without detailed coaching ("Now you push enter. Ok, click there. No, there. Don't hold the mouse button down so long.") while also *insisting* on doing it all themselves ("Here, let me help..." "No! I can do it!") that I start to get annoyed. That's my mother. And I just coached her through changing the channels on the TV. How the hell is she going to handle this when my sister and I go away to college? That may not have made much sense, but I'm currently seething with annoyance.

I pulled at least two and possibly three muscles in my left thigh. I'm not exactly sure how, but I do know it involved a twenty pound bag of cat food. Yay.

I read Star Trek Movie Memories. Damnit, I like Bill Shatner. I can't help it. And I loved this book. I'm going to be reading Star Trek Memories very soon, I know that, and likely follow it up with I Am Not Spock and I Am Spock. Because I suspect that my best friend would have a fit if I read Bill's books and not Leonard's. *G* Now I have a desire to watch the movies again. Uh, except The Motion Picture. Yeah, the ship looks great. It doesn't look *that* great.

I'm in Deep Space 9 withdrawl, though. I have the movies to get my TOS fix, TNN airs TNG about fifty times a week, I never cared for Voyager, and I've not even looked at Enterprise (they put a Vulcan in a catsuit. 'nuff fucking said) but damn, I miss DS9. And Bashir. And Garak. And Quark. And Odo. But not Ezri.

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