The headache that is the new method of answering phone calls at Some College continues. I spend much of the day wishing I were home knitting or playing Wii, but instead I have to tell the computer when I am getting up to move away from my desk, whether it’s to do research or pee. And when I’m not informing Big Brother of my movements, I’m helping my staff to tell Big Brother of their movements. Good times.

Tonight will be all about Wii (the Tiger Woods game I bought for Rick yesterday seems compelled to taunt me when I suck at golf, and that makes me want to prove it wrong), knitting, and movie watching. I’ve got Guess Who’s Coming To Dinner (that would be the original Sidney Poitier version, not that lame ass ghetto version from a couple of years ago) on TiVo, and I feel the need to work on my sister-in-law’s birthday shawlette while watching it. When work turns all 1984 on you, you take your solace and relaxation where you can find it.

Hey, anyone who has a Wii – if you can tell me how the stupid Mii parade feature works? That would be great. No Miis ever parade through my Wii, and that makes me feel sad and unloved. I am so into the tech I might as well be a Borg, you know.

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