Chicks Who Dig Computers

Sherri's a really old room mate of mine. Not that she's really old or anything. She's a kick-ass drummer turned film editor. She's played with more bands than I can remember and finally became a little burnt out after three years touring with the Murmurs.

We lost touch a few years back. I was in Bali checking my messages and got one from her. "Hey, hadn't talked to you in a while. Just thinking of you. Maybe you hate me. If you don't, call me at my new home number." She left her new number. When I returned from my trip I found I'd been gone for more than 30 days and the message had been automatically erased. Doh! I tried her old email, but no good...

...2-3 years past. I'm killing time at an internet cafe in Chiang Mai. I happen to do a search for Sherri. Tons of stuff comes up about the Murmurs. And then, what's this? One site that's her full name? I click the link, and there's a picture of her. Just really a place holder, but it's her. I take a wild stab at her email guessing I just need to add "sherri@". I compose something telling her about what I'm up to, about Sow, and the coming baby. Nothing bounces back. That's good. Even better I get an email back from her. She's doing good.

Then a few days ago, I'm talking to Steve using iChat and a message pops up. It's Sherri. She's been sifting thru my blog and saw my AIM account. Anyhow, we AV chatted for about an hour. She told me about working now as a film editor and how excited her dad is that she got interested in computers. She has a Mac now. She held up Bailey, who had been a puppy when we were first room mates. She's a little older than Harry. Similar black and white colors, but short hair. We made a pact to get the dogs together when I get back to the states.

Thanks again to Steve and Eric for taking care of Harry while I'm away.