With a Little Help From my Friends

     Like the old saying goes: You can't keep a Z list blogger down.
     With the help from two friends out west who'd sent me an old Compaq, I'm now online, in a limited way. By that I mean the old/new laptop won't recognize my own wifi network and the only way I can get online is through a temporary ad hoc, computer to computer connection that still requires an ethernet cable. That means I can't take the laptop to another room in the house since the only phone jack is in the kitchen.
     As I said last week, I lost everything, including my new novel, Gods of Our Fathers, that that literary agent near Greenwich Village wants to see. But with the help of my same friends out west, I was able to get back an outdated version of the first 33 chapters of the book, which meant I had to reconstruct whatever changes I'd previously made. Then, after typing up the last four chapters that didn't survive except in a hard copy, I'm finally caught up and am ready to write the penultimate chapter and epilogue. The real pain in the ass is going to be retyping the 28,000+ words of the sequel, Blue Blood, which never got sent anywhere and exists solely in a hard copy.
     I was also piecing together an Assclowns of the Year complete with jpegs and linkage and that's all gone, too. Luckily, I had the foresight to email to myself all my cartoon panels for Good Times at Pottersville, so I should get back to doing that soon. Plus, I'll be screaming my fool head off about all matters political. C'mon, it's almost an election year, peeps! Did you think I was going to be gone for long? We've got a Commie Socialist pinko from Vermont to elect as President!