Missing Hamster Report, Day Two
Hamsty is still missing. When does one give up looking for a lost hamster? We left some food out for him. We even put a little ramp up to his cage door so he could go right in. Perhaps he is sleeping in some cozy corner.

Charming Fun
I'm chatting with Gabe right now. He's in the other room on the iMac. I'm in my little cell at the other end of the house with my iBook. We're also doing an audio chat so I can tell him how to spell things. "D as in dog." "Next to the T." This is in preparation for a trip to Florida I have to make. The hotel has WiFi. Woo-hoo! I will need to get a cheapo mini-plug mic from Radio Shack. Or maybe I could use my cell phone headset with one of the fifty adapters that came with it. Nope. That doesn't work for some reason. No phantom power switch. USB should power it, right? Because it's plugged into an iMic. It'll be fun to chat with Lauran and the boys. No phone bills, no roaming charges. Just pure broadband from Florida to Ohio.

Creepy Fun
I'm starting to get some regular lurkers (you know who you are), which is at once fascinating and confusing. I expect my brother to check in from time to time, but I'm not sure why anyone else would want to. Someone from NBC (as in TV) came by once. Maybe I'll be on TV. Maybe they were looking for something else. Like "Wild Teen Sex Orgy Party." Sorry, that's not here. Googlers: made you look!