Sometimes Kent has moments where he's a bit slow on the uptake. This is one of those moments. I do enjoy the last panel an awful lot, though. The sheer frustration on Brighton's face coupled with the look of blinding realization on Kent's is pretty much perfect.

So I have a number of strange and myriad projects available to pursue at my leisure over the course of the next week or so. The first is an antique clock of my grandmother's that she was going to throw away because the clockwork mechanism stopped working. Seeing as she was trying to unload stuff to simplify moving house, I volunteered to go ahead and take the clock off her hands and put it to use. So I'll be looking into replacing the clockwork mechanism--I understand such gadgetry can be found at Hobby Lobby.

My second pursuit is the revitalization of my laptop. It has served me well these many long years since high school, but Windows just seems to accumulate bizarre and uncategorizable detritus after it has operated for so many years, bogging it down to the point where it seems an old man and an abacus might be able to do its job faster.

If there's not a fairy tale/Aesop's fable/what the fuck ever entitled "The Old Man and the Abacus", there should be. Just saying. Good title.

Anyway, I've got both the laptop's original system disks and an external hard drive to back all my data up to. All I need is a burned ISO of Ubuntu and I'm all set to go. Between clearing out all the crap that's cluttered up this laptop for years and years and the new RAM I installed recently, this baby ought to be moving nice and smooth once I'm done with her.

I shall have to pick a suitable name for my computer after its dip into the digital Lazarus Pit. Two names, in fact, seeing as there will be two operating systems running on it from separate partitions. I'm sure I shall come up with something appropriate.

Then there are the numerous writing projects I ought to be working on at any given moment (four, really, including my continuing scripting of FT), but never seem to find the time to see to. I'm pretty sure the teleplay I owe Sarah is going to be at the top of the list, because she might garrotte me if I don't get it finished up. Until then, I'll have to keep my hand at the level of my eyes.

The last activity I have in store for myself is considerably more mundane. My cup (read: plastic piggy bank) runneth over with spare change, and it needs to be emptied and the contents rolled into nice little discrete packets of matching coinage. I would use one of those change machines like they have at the grocery store (CoinStar or whatever the hell they're called), but they would skim ten percent of what it counted right off the top in payment for doing all the work. I'd much rather put in the extra effort and keep my hard-earned loose change, thank you very much.

Oh, and also I may be employed by the end of the week. That would be awesome. Let's keep our fingers crossed, eh?