There be gremlins here.
Not cute little Gizmo.
Spike.
All month long, the computer systems at work have been unstable: up one moment, down the next. Of course, they decide to crash before I save my program or if I need to pull a report promised to a customer.
At home, our cable modem mysteriously disconnects—even when Mouse the kitten is not playing with the cords under our desk.
I need to learn to curse in Chinese. It sounds great (a lá Serenity and Firefly), everyone is impressed that you can speak another language, and no one knows what you’re saying. And since the original Gremlins are called “mogwai” in Cantonese, then they will know I mean them. No more pretending to be innocent!
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