Every eighteen months my PC takes a doodie in the sandbox. Gosh, I’ve stared at the opening sentence for the last ten minutes – it’s not getting any better. Pardon my analogies, let’s try this again. Think of the sandbox as work and the dootie a mess that makes the playground unworkable. In other words, the machine broke and broke badly.

There’s a technical explanation for the problem, but for those who prefer English: cat fur clogged the intake fans, causing the drive to overheat and then short. And if not for the knowledge of Big Matt and the Buddhapuss Books expense account – all data would be lost.

In a perfect world, by Thursday everything returns to normal. Big Matt made me promise to order a new case with special filters that catch fur and dust and a spare external harddrive for cloning.

Looking for the conclusion to Joey Vinny? Scheduled for today, a huge sales bump at Buddhapuss Books distracted me from wrapping up the story.

Thursday is the new deadline. Or is it? Stay tuned…

Due to lack of fun this weekend I hung with my friend and watched SLC Punk and Starsky and Hutch on DVD. A nice double feature over pork fried dumplings and chicken and snowpeas.

Saturdays and Sundays are natural and needed pauses. In writing terms, weekends are the last word in the chapter followed by forty-eight hours of white space. Page breaks went on strike this weekend, this rest period merely a comma connecting a run-on sentence.

Reading the last paragraph reveals that all my four known literary devices fit inside a single paragraph. Somewhere out there my English professors are screaming.

The wretched demon behind my toil – Buddhapuss Books. My weekend: Saturday the warehouse, Sunday sorting and uploading inventory.

In other news, Buddhapuss Books now serves half.com/ebay members. Check out our new store.

I’m implementing editor persons revisions to the short story. Tuesday I post part I.