Kicking and Screaming

I come to the twentieth century with peaceful intent, but not "in peace" - per my luddite and contrarian ways, I am dragging myself to all this stuff.  Twitter is done, and I do think the Google alerts in my name and the novel's title are good ideas with little security risk for me.  The video, apparently, will have to wait (YouTube has so far taken something like 45 minutes to download about two thirds of a clip I think is less than one minute long; ridiculous, and not my network's problem - everything else is working dandy, and without this kind of slowness).  But at least the attempts are made.

So here I sit, spending the last of my weekend?  Working.  And tomorrow - work that gets paid.  Rock on.