It turns out Dell's Indians are not as good as I think they are. When the person I spoke to on Monday said they'd ordered me an adaptor, they were lying. I had an email yesterday asking me for the serial number so it could be ordered, and telling me they'd tried ringing my work number (several times) and couldn't get through, which quite obviously cannot be true. Apparently it's still supposed to arrive by Saturday, so we will see.

I've just taken out a policy for (credit) card protection - previously I just had my cards on dad's. It took them a week to send me the paperwork but didn't quite manage to send me the bit of paper that told me which cards were protected. Which is helpful.

I've accidentally upgraded my Firefox to 1.5.0.7, which is annoying. If that breaks it I'll be most upset. I can't upgrade to 2.0 until I'm sure the extensions I can't live without are on it, and I've tested the portable version and Linux, just in case, as I've had so much trouble with Firefox in the past.

I managed to add another 100 words to my SF ficathon, but I think it's going to need a second draft before it starts to look useable (my second drafts always involve starting from scratch, just using the first draft as a guide for what I sort of want to happen). On the PicoWriMo front I wrote 100 words. Which is not quite the 167 per day needed, but it better than nothing. Except that's one whole scene where nothing happens. Some editing might be required there. On the plus side, I re-read the 673 words I already had and it wasn't as bad as I thought it was.

Doing a bit of surfing to avoid writing, I discovered Lis Sladen had been in The Bill in 1989 (I didn't start watching it religiously till 1993, so a bit before my time) but there was a screencap with Tosh in it. And Lis too, obviously. On nearly the same subject, my next week's TV guide (it has a name, I just don't know what it is) has this to say about Life on Mars:

The second series of retro drama Life on Mars, starring Liz White and John Simm, is due on our screens early next year, and, sadly, it will be the final series. But fans will be heartened by news of a spin-off show set a decade on, in the Eighties. Ashes to Ashes (named after another David Bowie song) will be, according to BBC1 boss Peter Fincham, 'more Miami Vice than The Sweeney'.

Which just sounds really unlikely to me, but potentially quite cool, except that there's 80s Bill on DVD that I've not seen.