The updating, he has been sporadic not, for once, because I have the attention span of an eggplant, but because of technical difficulties. Namely, the laptop I type all the goodness on, has more attitude than a Very Special Episode of Dr Phil Where Robert Smith and Morrissey Work It Out. The laptop is about to quit this mortal coil.

Which is not a problem, namely because the house is still standing, 99% of the roof doesn't leak, and four bunnies are free to bite the hand that brings them vast quantities of salad and hay and attentionattentionattention.

It is only a problem if you are expecting an update on the order of more than once a week. The laptop has not had the good grace to just die already, no. It hangs on, day after day, working for approximately 7 minutes, and then it rolls up into a ball and slams its lid closed and insists it has never heard of this "interweb" thing.

And you would think that this problem would be addressed, or patched, or worked around in some way by living with a real live software engineer. You would again be wrong, and how sad for you. Because you see, the software engineer's computer is working perfectly. So there is no problem. Also the roof is not leaking in the software engineer's line of vision so why would we need to allow roofers in? Before snow comes through the leak?

What? We survived renovating the house, we'll survive my snark. And the hunt for an affordable iBook begins.

Meanwhile, as an antidote to all the badness, I present to you, obtained at great suffering from He Who Keeps All the Pictures, more rabbits:

"No babies, no. Non. No pictures of Le Scratchle."

Albert: 60% cuteness, 40% scorn.

Neo, whose name we now pronouce, one fan cord, one sofa edge, one sofa side, six books and several baseboards later, with a silent 'e'.

Don't worry, babies. I have a plan. And I have stockpiled pictures.