All hail Erik at Dell Customer Support!

I now have my screen resolution problem resolved (as it were), my startup settings reconfigured, Explorer no longer crashes everything in its wake and my e-mails aren't being eaten! All with my sanity and sense of computer competence intact! *smooches Erik* Filling out that customer satisfaction survey felt so measly in reciprocation.

(Also, GIP! Because, yo, check those two out. I've never seen the actual footage itself, a press conference for CFTCIV, but dude, there's a reason why I've affectionately dubbed it the Coming Out Conference. The usual kudos to Miranda for her crumbs of ingenuity.)

Anyone else have a paralyzing fear of embarrassment, even on behalf of others?

I have, like, archaic puppy footage that just arrived in the mail (with likewise dated stickers and, get this, a bag of microwaveable popcorn) and I'm staring at it from across the room, almost *afraid* to pop it in the VCR because of what could be on it. Nothing like the threat of humiliation to make me turtle.

Why can't I be in California so Angela can make it sweet? New York so Diana could make it amusing? Pennsylvania so Nia could make it endearing?

A pox on every single mile in between.

Or maybe, I need to relax, and not stare quite so warily at a video tape.