Menage à Trois Bingo

Oh my gods. What a relief to finally get online again. My modem blew out yesterday...I am such an addict that the rest of the afternoon and evening were hellish, and the first thing this morning I went out and bought a new modem. Even though I plan to get DSL within a few weeks.

I read an article in the "USA Today" this morning (it lives in the company lunchroom, or I'd never read it) which claimed that email can destroy relationships, due to people's misinterpretations, and gave several anecdotal examples.

I find that my experience is exactly the opposite. Email builds relationships. But then, I live in a world of text, so perhaps I'm different from the subjects of the article. Still, it was correct in at least one regard: I do know that I need to get out of the text world and connect via telephone and in-person as well.

The more avenues of connection I can have with someone, the better. Email, chat, telephone, face-to-face...it all adds up to relationship-building and time spent together.

But email can be wonderful and happy-making: there's nothing quite like the pleasure of seeing a beloved name in the inbox (unless it be finding a paper letter in my mailbox--which is another order of pleasure altogether), and the thought that can go into it means that for me it is often a good venue for difficult conversations, as well.

I'm sitting on the floor with my computer...it's not a very comfortable way to type but I have no choice. Ray came over this morning and took away the desk I had been using: it belongs to his parents, and they apparently decided they needed it back right now, couldn't wait until I move and can use the desk that is in the house. I considered putting the computer on the table in the dining room, but the phone cord for the computer line doesn't reach that far. So I'm in for some back- and neckaches for the next few weeks. (Yes, I know I'm an addict, if I'd rather have a backache than stay offline.)

I've got one already from painting the stairs yesterday. It took some contortions to get at the bottom edges of the treads. But although I'm going to have to do a second coat, I'm really pleased with the outcome. I painted the ceiling and plaster portions of the walls white (pure white, not offwhite), the wooden portions of the walls and the handrail bright yellow, the treads bright blue and the risers red. From the door at the top of the stairs you can only see the blue and the yellow, while from the basement floor you see mostly red. It's very cheerful.

So Jill sent me this link: Geek Hierarchy

What does it say about me if I fit about five of the categories on this page?