Is there a way I can hook up my laptop to my new computer so I can transfer all my files and, of course, porn from the old to the new?

Or maybe I have the answer to my own question: would a USB wire thingy serve that purpose? See my new 'puter only has a CD-Rom and DVD-Rom drive and no good old-fashioned diskette drive. I could probably do without most of the crap saved on my laptop but the most important tidbit I'd like to load onto my new 'puter is my screenwriting program.

Right now I'm at my parents place trying to save stuff onto diskettes and then use my folks 'puter to take the stuff from the diskettes and transfer 'em onto CD-R's but I need like a hundred diskettes or something.

Anybody--and by anybody I of course mean Josh--got any suggestions?

A man called me at the ungodly hour of 11 this morning and said, Is this Leslie Davenport?

I said yes.

He said his name was Somethinrnother and he was in the 17th, and he was trying to give people hope for the future based on the Bible.

I said I wasn't interested and hung up and made coffee.

How did this fucktard get my name and number? Is no place safe from these people?

The NYT ran a story Jan. 22 (which I would link to if the cheap fuckers weren't charging to read it) about missionaries descending like flies upon the vulnerable survivors of the tsunami, in Sri Lanka and Indonesia. It begins:

"A dozen Americans walked into a relief camp here [Sri Lanka], showering bereft parents and traumatized children with gifts, attention and affection. They also quietly offered camp residents something else: Jesus. ... The Americans, who all come from one church in Texas, have staged plays detailing the life of Jesus and had..."

You get the picture. The story I read had a great quote from the Web site of this Texas-based church saying that Aceh was "ripe for Jesus!!" It called this an "opportunity" to get into an area that was usually closed to foreigners.

Bleah.

I was in the car earlier with some people, and we saw that Cane's on Siegen has a slogan up on the message board under it's sign.

"A Little Love Goes Into Every Box"

Right. Exactly what kind of love?

I'm never eating their special sauce again.