I spent the night fighting off telemarketers. I lost count of how many calls I got. It might have been as low as three. It seemed like a lot more though. Two different companies wanted to sell me alarm systems. Well, right now I can't really afford an alarm system.

There was a thread on Slashdot on Friday about self-publishing, the result of a review of a self-published novel. I found it pretty interesting.

I wasted way too much time with this, so I'm passing it along.

One of my friends e-mailed me and asked if I'd be breaking my usual policy of not watching TV except during the World Series to catch Aimee Mann on some TV show called West Wing tonight. Or maybe it was tomorrow. Whenever it was, my response was terse.

My DSL was down for about 36 hours, possibly longer. Southwestern Bell evidently was able to fix it during the night.

Someone asked me today what I do.

In yesterday's comments, I suggested you take the David Crowder Band's CD, Can You Hear Us?, and put it in your CD player and glue it shut because you won't want to change it anyway. (I really ought to write up a proper review. I've managed to graduate to their other disc. It's good. Not glue-worthy though. Unless you've got a changer.)

Mozilla 1.1 is out. It's faster and more stable than 1.0 (which was no slouch itself). It's what all the cool kids are using. You know you want it.

I didn't do much yesterday but lay around and read ancient Dave Barry columns.

Give me another day or two to get over my shellshock. Aleve makes me feel like I just drank three pints of Guinness. I'm sure my boss will be thrilled to hear that.