Where have I been, you ask? Well you have been asking, haven't you? Yes, I'm sure you have been. Haven't you?
Er...where was I? Oh yes, I have been, Dear Readers in
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I got a really cool little unit that's kind of a PC version of an IMAC (all in one, no separate CPU, speakers, etc.), but it turns out it didn't have a full version of XP loaded and a bunch of my MIDI software has made everything kerflooey, so there ya have it.
But where, you might ask, where was I before I was in
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Well, I'll tell you. I was in the
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I had been sanding a sticky kitchen drawer when I felt a sharp twinge and looked down to see a rather large (as in several inches) splinter sticking out of my finger. Only after I went to my wife and asked her to pull it out did we notice it sticking out the OTHER side of my finger. Yes, dear readers, it went clear through my finger, which is not a good thing for someone who makes their living with their hands. Oy. I say it again. Oy.
To DRs Charles Pogue & Panni--what do you think of our Oregon friend Mike Rich's shut-out on the Miracle screenwriting credit? Mike has known my wife for years due to their radio connections, and shortly after Finding Forrester was optioned he sat in our very own kitchen trying to convince my wife to come do the morning drive news at the station for whom he was working. She wisely decided against getting up every morning at 3 a.m.
There, I'm back.