Two unrelated bullets

• Our computer is on the fritz. One morning, the warm glowing warming glow of the power button failed us, providing not the power it had so oft advertised. The guy on the Dell helpline was pretty patient in walking me through the dismantling of the computer so I could rip things out a piece at a time, until we determined it was definitely the power source. He could not, however, figure out how to spell my last name. “McCabe? McGlavin?” Even when I started to spell it out he couldn't help but keep guessing. “M… c… L…” “McLube? It’s McLube, isn’t it?” A new power source is on our way courtesy of eBay, but until then we’ll be rocking my laptop.

• I’ll be leaving the house a lot less and getting a lot less exercise. This is not because I’m ill or lazy (well, a little because I’m lazy). We just got The Movie Network. (For my American peeps, that’s like Canadian HBO). My movie watching street cred is about to skyrocket. I’ll actually start seeing movies less than thirty years after they were released. So far, we’ve only focused on the series stuff. Caught the final two Sopranos episodes (despite not having watched since before Adrianna died), and found it to be an exercise in pointedly not giving the viewers what they want. In our downtime, we’ve been playing catch up—watching the previous season of Big Love and Entourage. Regarding the former, I was a little afraid that it would be overly intellectual and would not feature enough scenes of polygamous sexytime. Happily, I was wrong. I’ve also decided (and let me preface that both scenarios are highly undesirable) that I’d much rather Sarah take a second husband than I take a second wife. For a lot of reasons, really. Because it takes an alpha male, dictatorial kind of guy to be the patriarch in that situation, and that’s not me. And because I have trouble keeping up with the things that just one wife wants me to remember. And because if I took other wives, one of them might end up being Chloë Sevigny.