It's been quite a week so far. First I found out that my laptop, which I thought just had the sniffles, actually needs something like open heart surgery. And then, I managed to run my cell phone through the washing machine. It's dead as a doornail and amazingly all the fidelity points I've earned from Orange over the past 29 months aren't nearly enough to get a free phone. The fellow in the Orange store pointed out to me that I could have earned more points had I ordered the replacement phone over the Internet. But I got in the last word, explaining that when I tried to go on-line and realized that I didn't have the password to access my account, the new password was sent by text to my nonfunctional phone. Thanks a lot folks.
In a less traumatic but equally baffling vein, my TV is bringing me programs in English -- last year's episodes of the CBS series, The Mentalist, on TF1 and even more oddly in primetime on Arte, the 1955 movie, All That Heaven Allows, starring Jane Wyman and Rock Hudson. In my technological state of distress, I was riveted to both and particularly enjoyed the tidbit of dialogue in the movie when Rock Hudson says, after failing to bag a pheasant while hunting, "I can't shoot straight anymore." Sometimes a little irony is just what you need.