First you get enthused about Apple's new OSX, operating system ten. You are tired of silly old OS 8.5 and feel like moving up into the 21st century. So you plop down x number of bucks and just can't wait for its arrival. Then, only then, do you start reading whatever you can find about it. And what you find is not especially impressive. There's a problem with this and a problem with that...and it just doesn't support xyandz. Moron.

Then you and yr old pair of pants decide it's time for some new blue jeans. You remember how wonderful those old Old Navy jeans worked out some years back ... back when you were working out. So you rumble on over to the nearest ON spot, pick up a pair (ominous cello part here) in yr old size, rush home, pull off all the labels (you know what's coming), wash and dry both pair, and then try to squeeze yr formerly skinny butt thereinto. Doofus.

Your heart leaps up. They have finally published a Dover Thrift Edition of "Song of Myself". You order a mess of new Dollar Books from Reputable Online Source. And wait and wait and wait for the Fed Ex guy to leave a message on yr door: FINAL WARNING -- when, of course, you never received warnings one or two. So you call Fed Ex. Friendly service operator says they'll ship it out tomorrow. You wait all day. They never arrive. Two days later you get a call from Reputable Online Source saying package has been returned marked REFUSED. You know for a 100% certified fact that no one in your household refused no stinking package. BUT friendly caller promises to send it on via Snailly, Yr Friendly U.S. Postal Worker. Could something finally be going yr way?

You get a note from a friend who can't access yr website. You notice a few problems with graphics. You investigate further and note that yr entire site is down, and yr entire new web host is also down. Down for the count? Over and out? Who's to say?

But you quickly realize that the least and the tiniest, most insignificant part of this would be the few bucks you might have lost. You realize that the biggest and most troubling, puzzling and downright creepy part is that yr friend andreux, who works for said web host, could be out of a job and angry and sad and whoever knows what other gloomy feeling. And then you see that andreux has taken down his own site and left only two words: "go away". I always use those words when I'm mad at someone (often myself). Sometimes I mean them and sometimes I don't. I don't know what andreux means but I'm hoping and praying that he's not feeling as bad as he might be. I hope he's out under the great Texas sky, seeing what there is to see, which is always likely be known once it knows we're ready for it.