Best Buy contacted me earlier to let me know the computer was ready for pick up. I got home about thirty minutes ago with a happy, healthy Mac, which boasts a brand new trackpad and monitor. So so so relieved I didn't lose any files.
It's gonna take me a while to catch up on stuff that I couldn't access on the tablet so, if you're expecting emails, messages, or anything else from me, I appreciate your continued patience. For now, I'm going to wallow around in the glory that is an actual keyboard where I can QWERTY my heart out.
It took me about a minute to type all this out, even with manual HTML format. The end.
Best Buy contacted me earlier to let me know the computer was ready for pick up. I got home about thirty minutes ago with a happy, healthy Mac, which boasts a brand new trackpad and monitor. So so so relieved I didn't lose any files.
It's been one of those days.
Everything is irking me right now. Frustration levels are in the plaid zone.
I can't access very old video files with the tools I have at hand, and won't be getting any help via the two PCs in the house. Not without a 4-hour long sermon on everything I'm doing wrong from someone who seems to not know diddly-shit about Mac and how different it can be from the realm of PC-dom. I did find the original VHS tapes, though, so I'm biding my time until I can get them converted to DVD and MPEG. I need to do that to preserve them anyway. There's a place in LA that charges $10 for the conversion, but I'm not certain I want to send the tapes away. I'm gonna hunt for someone local, so the vids will be in my possession at all times, or most of the time.
Yesterday, I read an article about that dick cheese, Pat Robertson. I shared it on Facebook. Earlier, I got a comment from a long-time friend, a lady with whom I worked at BMG, who found me on FB a couple of months ago. She was a titch defensive, not of Pat Robertson, but of the church as a whole, and its tax exempt status. We got into a tiff about it. I don't mind differing opinions or beliefs, but the whole religion thing is one of those hot-button topics that will send me spinning into a fury.
So, yeah, I'm enjoying an emotional repast of Sithly rage today. This might help me write today, though, so I'm just gonna ride the wave, and see what happens.
I went to Best Buy to pick up the Mac from it being repaired. The screen was wonky, and had to be replaced. While it was in the hospital, I had a loaner computer, which I have arranged before with Best Buy. They're really good about stuff like that, and I'm very grateful.
The problem this time, however, was that the loaner met with a pet-related accident. Toby. Need I say anymore? The screen got busted. So I took it back to them today, fully expecting to pay through the nose.
The girl had to get the manager to come talk to me.
Now, when I went to Best Buy, I just threw on a hat, because my hair is at one of those awkward lengths that makes me look like Beeker from The Muppet Show. When the manager came to me and looked at the computer, he then stopped and looked directly at my hat. Then he said, "I'm supposed to charge you $189 for this, but I'm going to waive it, because I know you've been a good customer in the past and I particularly like your hat."
This confused me, so I reached up and touched it to see which hat I'd put on. It was my Union Jack hat. The manager had a thick Liverpudlian accent.
How cool is that?! We chatted briefly about England and, of course, I complimented his accent, because it was bloody cool. My $12 Union Jack hat is now worth a little over $200. I am a happy chiclet.
Now, as for San Diego, it looks like I have probably another week and a half in South Carolina. I am in the process of packing up what few things I use, and will be travelling by road across the country with The Mother Unit and her friend Jean.
It's going to be all new and shiny. And I'll have roommates ~ a hippie (the Unit) and a bald guy (her bud Matt). It's like freakin' destiny right there.
I'm not fond of Southern California, but I had to be honest with myself: which state do I dislike more? South Carolina won, hands down. So off to the wild wild west I go. I'll have public transportation there, and many more options and things to do. It'll generate more journal posts, because I'll actually have a life to write about again.
We shall see.
Why did I need a computer? Because the new one I got promptly locked up on me and had to be shipped to Hewlett Packered to be repaired. I was using my old computer, which had been acting wonky for some time (I dislike Dell products, I really do), but it gave me the Blue Screen of Death last night. Nothing I did could rectify the problem.
With the car issue and, now the computer issue, I've really just about had it. Dunno why, but the Mighties seem hellbent on destroying my sanity and my will to live. I'm tired of seeing Aunt Tudi fade away every time I close my eyes. I'm tired of finding out I may have about $30 for food a month, since I'm finally eating a bit more since 2011. Guess that grief and stress diet I was on is ready to be reinstated now. I'm tired of begging for rides and made to feel guilty because I have to go somewhere. I'm tired of the dogs making a mess every single day and I'm tired of cleaning it up or not cleaning it up.
I'm fucking tired. I've come to the conclusion that I'm nothing but a serious fuck-up, a burden to the folks around me, and a source of depression to my friends here. No one needs me. Probably, no one wants me. I wouldn't want me either, if I were anyone around me.
I go to my therapist and psychiatrist on the 27th, so I need to hone my acting because there's no way I'm going back to that place because I'm suicidal. Those people did not help me. It was all an act then, and it's gonna be an act now. Screw it.
Oh yeah, the hard drive on the old computer is completely destroyed, so the only files I could save were the ones on the hard drive. Hopefully I haven't lost much. If I don't twig on to something I no longer have, then I didn't need it anyway. That's the philosophy I'm gonna have to take, on a account I have no choice.
So far, it's been a pretty depressing day. I've had to bug people I really did not want to bug...like ever again, to be honest. I've gotten crap news about a computer that was really good. I'm scared to death the transfer of data is going to end up losing me a buttload of music. The movies I'm not worried about. The music? Oh hell yes. I want to just pour my disappointment and angst here on LJ, and I don't feel comfortably doing stuff like that anymore. I have no one to talk to, and it's honestly pissing me off to the point of tears.
I won't even turn on now.
I have an extended warrantely policay. I a mo hopoinh this will take of it and of he key that popped off last week.
If not, I may lose what lttle mind I have left. This is my tenbrous hold on reality. Without it, I doubt I'd be here at all right now.
Now, last night I was updating my iPod Froderick, but it was taking longer than expected, so I just left the notebook top up and let the electronics do their thing. They were still communing when I drifted off to sleep. Around 4 am this morning, I awoke to my computer beeping and making other computer noises. I turned on the light and there was Steve all scrunched up on the keyboard. I got him off and saw that he'd "typed" several pages in a Word document and opened quite a few windows. Deciding to sort it out when I got up later, I closed the notebook and went back to bed.
I got up later a little before 8, fed the beasties and got myself ready to go over to Kathleen's and Davis' place to feed their cats. They're out of town this week. Before I left, I decided to check email. Much to my surprise, the computer connected me to the Internet via wireless. Steve repaired my computer problem!!
I could wonder in awe as to how he could do such a brilliant thing, but he is a cat after all. They Egyptians knew who was in charge in their ancient culture. I was reminded this morning that I don't have feline pets, I am the felines' pet and the reward me when they feel it prudent.
I'm being very nice to Steve.
I could have done this day before yesterday when I got the computer back the first time, but honestly, I was lazy and just put it off. Now, it's a must-do situation, as I need my Word documents and I need my iTunes files desperately. Not that I'm a writing or music junkie or anything... oh no, not me. I just hate waiting and having to deal with busy crap that could be spent doing other stuff...like blinking my freaking eyes. I know that sounds like the height of laziness, but I'll be the first to admit that I lean on the lazy side more often than not. So shoot me. Honestly, I'd rather be shot than have to wait for these damnable files to transfer!
Even though Aunt Tudi won't officially be online until the computer is back and fully functional, I think I do have her convinced to at least begin working on the new computer so she'll have a pretty good feel for her own once it's back in town.
The only thing I'm missing is The Harming Tree, but I was assured by the Geek Squad that everything will be able to be retrieved, art, pictures, everything. And, by the time all this is over with, Aunt Tudi will have her own computer with wireless capabilities and will be well on her way to coming into the 21st century before the End of Time. Thank the Mightes for small blessings!
Barry got his package during my absence! All was safe and sound except he had to pay some sort of tax in order to receive it, so I'm planning on reimbursing him that. If he doesn't have a paypal account, I guess an international money order will have to do. Same for Colesy, whose Malicious Damage won't accept my credit card for Life in the Loading Bay. I swear to the Mighties, I wondering if I'm supposed to have this album at all.
I'm gonna be lost without my lappy, but what must be done must be done, and I trust this dude. He knows his stuff and he loves cats. What more can a geek ask for?
I admire the folks on my list who blog for charity. If I could find a charity worthy of my rampant blogging, I'd do it in an instant. But human charities leave me cold for obvious reasons and that's why I leave such things in more capable hands. I don't think it'd..."appropriate"....for me to be writing every hour on the hour about how much I hate people and then ask for folks to donate to a charity that helps...people. Kinda hypocritic. So here's to you, people charity bloggers! It's Miller Time!
This laptop cooler thing is really working. The lappy is as cool as it was when I first turned it on. I think this is the key to our Magic Jack success.
Of all the movies out there, The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3 is the one drawing my attention at the mo. I'm not big on Denzel Washington (too goody-goody) nor John Travolta (I was around during his 'Welcome Back Kotter' days waaaay before Pulp Fiction, which kinda redeemed him, but not all the way), but the movie just looks good. I love suspense flicks, especially when one mastermind villain is pitted against a regular Joe (not the plumber...). Am I too hard on actors? I mean, here I am being all picky about Denzel Washington and John Travolta only a few days after reaming Christian Bale. Should I just turn a blind eye and enjoy the show? I wish I could, but it's not in me. When I look at John Travolta, I see Vinnie Barbarino, and I saw enough of him back in the 70s. Yeah, I wasn't much of a kid. I was a smaller version of myself with a much smaller vocabulary. It should be of note that I'm just as loyal to the actors I do like, like Linus Roache. I sort of fell away from the original Law & Order, but I'll watch it now because Linus is in it. Herbert Lom is another. The man could do no wrong while he was still acting. Sharon Stone won my eternal love and devotion when I saw her kick the shit out of Ahhhnold in Total Recall. There are exceptions. Ahhhnold, for instance. I don't like him, but I love many of his movies. Total Recall is in my top ten favourites of all time. I'm rambling, aren't I? All I really wanted to say is that I think I'd like to see The Taking of Pelham 1 2 3.
Just a minute ago, I felt the most incredibly painful sting on my arm. Looking down, I spied a fire ant. I picked it up whilst outside feeding the cats. This sucks. Tomorrow, I get to mow the grass and then put environmentally unfriendly fire ant killer on the mounds. But mowing the grass is gonna be tricky because the ants have formed attack battalions and are already well-organised, which means I'll have to run, screaming, as I push the mower at turbo speed, hoping that I out-trot the armies of killer fire ants hot on my pathetic heels. And people wonder why I call this place the Armpit of Hell. Wonder no more!
It looks to be a bit of a sleepless night tonight. Already almost 10 PM and still no sign of sleepiness. The body is weary, but the mind just rolls on. Goddess help me! If I have Fatal Familial Insomnia, I'm going to jump off a big tall building.
Betty White is Goddess incarnate, isn't she?
Today, Aunt Tudi and I are supposed to go 'round and pay the rest of our bills, but the weather is supposed to be bleak all day, so I'm gonna try to persuade her to put it off until tomorrow. I don't feel like going anywhere today and I have a doctor appointment tomorrow, so we have to be out tomorrow anyway. I'm supposed to wake her up at 9:30, so we'll see then.
Speaking of Aunt Tudi, she was introduced, along with myself, to the wonderful medium of televiewing via the computer last night. Under the advisement of tryslora and penguingirl84, I sought out the 100th episode of LOST Aunt Tudi accidentally taped over yesterday, so we got to watch it online last night. I opted for the high definition since this computer is HD and we were blown away by the clarity of the picture. That got me to jonesin' for more HD goodness, so I watched a number of things on You Tube with the HD option. One of them was, of course, The Joker Blogs' "An Apple a Day." I got a screen cap of the dude right after the fork trick and made this for a larf.
( this. it was for a larf. so....larf )
I swear to the Mighties, this dude tickles me silly, and he's so good at what he's doing it's scary.
It just occurred to me that I'm hungry. I want cheesy eggs. Nom nom cheesy eggs....
The plumber is working on the toilet as I write this. His ass crack is not showing.
See? I can be an optimist.
I came home to get ready for work, used the bathroom, flushed the toilet and it overflowed and glugged every-damn-where. Aunt Tudi and I scrambled to clean up the mess and I began furiously plunging the toilet to get something, anything to go down. The water subsided somewhat. I called work to let them know I was gonna be a little late due to the lovely situation before me. I went to the local store for some de-clogging agents and brought them home. Nothing worked. More furious plunging. The water subsided. I'm waiting for the plumber to get here to do whatever needs to be done. I can't leave because I have to be here to pay him. Damn damn and more damn.
I'm so pissed off, I could strangle something. Unfortunately, there are currently no Right Wing Dominionists around for me to properly vent my anger in that respect.
If I had my Joker file, I could work on my latest fic, "The Dentist's Date." Yes, it's inspired by my crescent tooth with the exposed nerve and yes, I already know the Scar Story for this fic. It's particularly unpleasant for anyone with dental issues or phobias. Yeeesh. Hopefully, I'll finish that today, if I can get out of this class early. But I doubt that's gonna happen. I'm surrounded by tackheads, but what should I expect? I'm in South Carolina aka The Armpit of Hell.
I got all narcissistic and submitted my Redeye Grandé story to the lj_turns10 community. I doubt they'll include it in the book, but at least I tried to be a bit proactive in getting published by any means necessary. Ha!
Oh gawd, this is such a drag. I want to go home, eat some yoghurt, and chill for a little bit before I have to go to work. Something tells me I won't get out of work until around midnight tonight. I don't know why I feel that way, but I do. Gads. I've been up since 6:30 and I'm already so sleepy I could just fall out right here in class and drool all over the table. I wish she'd let those of us who are a little faster than the others do our thing and just go ahead and leave. But she won't. ::bangs head on desk:: I feel like a prisoner in the Computer Lab from Heck.
So far all my classes have been ridiculously easy. If they're all like this throughout the entire program, I'll graduate with honours in 2010. I'll then get to enjoy the fruits of my acedemic labour for approximately 2 years before all hell breaks loose. Go me!
I got the phone and called Best Buy's Geek Squad to confirm that my extended maintenance plan was still active. It was, so off to Sparkle City I drove, my ailing 'puter in a bag. It took all of fifteen minutes to turn the computer into the Geek Squad; unfortunately, it's going to take a little longer than fifteen minutes to get it back from the Geek Squad. The dude who helped me said that it could be two weeks, maybe longer, before the computer is ready to come home. I asked him what he thought it might be. One possibility is that the cooling system has gone wonky on it again. Another possibility is that the mother board may have died. When he said that, I had to tell my Inner Obi-Wan to shut the hell up. By then, though, my Inner C-3PO was moaning "We're doomed."
Truer words ha' ne'er been spoke.
So stay tuned, dammit.
Oh, and let the links to important posts commence!
I've been writing the old-fashioned way: with a pen applied to paper. My handwriting is atrocious. I figured I'd better transcribe what I have so far before I lose the ability to read what I've written. Right now, concentration on the scribblings and memory will get me through but, the longer I wait, the less of a chance I'll have to transcribing the mess. This bit was inspired by my recent reconnection with the Craft combined with the Tarmian Ways and rituals. Actually, I want to include a good amount of Tarmian tradition and way of life in this sequel. The Chalice wouldn't exist had it not been for the firm platform of dozens of notebooks of Deaghydhe/Tarmian language, ritual practice, myths and legends, and character developments on which it rests. I want Kelat's pre-Vampire days to be more prevalent in The Blood Crown. Her memories, particularly the ones she passes on to Cadmus that will help him retrieve the Blood Crown, will bring to life the ancient alien Elfin creatures who inherited the Earth millions of years before Humanity stirred in the dreams of the Earth Mother. Kelat is, after all, the Mother of Memory. I should focus more readily on that and let her live up to her Tarmian title.
Okay, so here it is.
( Kelat'menan ~ the Mother of Memory )
That's what I have so far. And I have three minutes left online. Crapola. Maybe I can get back on Saturday.
Hope all is well with you people, those I call My Friends. ::blows a Sithly kiss::
Oh, and HAPPY ALBAN EILER!!
I hate drawn out goodbyes so, like a good Sith, I'll just say screw all y'all for now! ;)
First off, I would like to state for the record that I am both terrified of and appalled with the Burger King King. He's pretty much the creepiest thing on TV now, only because the scary Six Flags dude isn't currently in rotation, and I want him to go away.
The owl icon I'm using is from a picture of an owl that lives in the Wild Animal Park, which is a free range animal sanctuary in cahoots with the San Diego zoo. The Mother Unit took that picture and it's completely untouched. I just love how the black pupils turned out to be red. It is a great horned owl and one of the most beautiful creatures I've ever had the honour of encountering. But I'm a sucker for owls, any kind of owl. I think that's the one thing that sealed a bond between the Grandmother Unit and me. We barely knew each other when we were reunited, but the one thing we had in common was an uncanny adoration of owls. When she passed away, the Mother Unit passed her owl collection on to me.
My loose modem connection is swiftly driving me quite mad. I really need to get the fucker fixed before I snap and scamper through the neighbourhood offing yokels with an air rifle. What happened a few weeks ago is Aunt Tudi got her foot caught in my phone cord and jerked it really hard. Thankfully, she didn't fall or hurt herself, but she did a number on my computer. It's been a nightmare ever since and it's getting worse with every passing day. Must.Get.It.Fixed..... Ideally what I'd like to do is get the new lappie, transfer all my stuff over to the new one, wipe this one clean, then get it repaired without any of my personal stuff being on it. Then it'd be like new for Aunt Tudi to use and drive herself like a herd of wombats into the 21st Century.
I'm supposed to go see Llew around 7 tonight, but I've already told him I have to leave by 8:45 to be home in time enough for LOST. Since I've had to go out every day this week so far, I'm really not keen on going anywhere. But a promise is a promise. I just don't feel like doing anything but vegging online and giving the animals and Aunt Tudi the hairy eyeball.
After Judge Judy, I've got to shave my legs, which is a monumental task since I am Sasquatch. I need to make the legs at least marginally decent-looking for the doctor tomorrow, so he won't have to dip his fingers in an inch of fur just to get to my kneecap. I have a 10:15 appointment tomorrow morning for Dr. Yost to hopefully give my left knee an injection. He may not do stuff like that, though, and will have to refer me to an orthopaedic doctor. I had a doc for that, but he stopped taking my insurance so..... there you go.
Speaking of insurance, I need to start paying for my Cobra this month. I've decided to do the 12 month extension just in case one of my eyeballs falls out or something equally as gruesome. Perhaps by next year I'll have insurance with a new job working with animals whilst going to school.
Here is where I get to really complain: I miss having a crush on someone. Not a particular person, mind, just the crush itself. The last really strong crush was on Darth Maul. Such obsessions are very inspiring and uplifting for me. I feel kind of empty when I'm not swept along by uncontrollable feelings which I can explore and expand. No one really captures my fancy, though, so I just drift aimlessly wishing for that powerful feeling to return. I hate that.
After I finish up the 2nd Draft, I'm going to have to take my computer in to be repaired. The phone connection port is loose inside the computer and makes my connection to the Internet iffy at best. Thankfully, I am protected by a maintenance agreement with Circuit City, so getting it repaired won't cost me a thing. It's just the wait to get the machine back. Since my desktop is knackered, I will be off line for who knows how long during this time. I'm not looking forward to it.
Of course, this will be after the holidays. There's no way in hell I'm risking having my laptop get lost in the holiday shuffle. No thank you.
So breathe a sigh of relief and avoid albums made by Sony prior to October. Werd.
I do adore this cat, though. She is such a sweetie. Verily does she live up to her name. I don't think I've ever encountered a schmoopier cat than Shmoop. Some may say I should just set her off me and continue with my work, but I can't resist her. No! I will purchase a contraption that will allow me to continue with my duties whilst basking in the presence of my Shmoop.
Also, I just took this quiz and thought it was hilarious, I guess because I do tend to be a bit of an elitist online.
( cleeck for zee queez )
Okay, I'm off to window shop for laptops.
Took Aunt Tudi to go vote today. Since she's disabled she gets to vote on the absentee ballot. One more strike against the Fascist Pigs ~ yay!
I was reading about the 'Not In My Name' protests to be held in civilised parts of the country tomorrow. I so wish I could be a part of one of them, but it's not to be. I'll be there in spirit.
Paul Wellstone and his family have died in a plane crash. I find it very questionable and very convenient that one of the staunchest liberals in the country is suddenly dead when the balance in Congress can be so easily tipped in the wrong direction right now. I can't imagine a Republican President and and Republican-led Congress. Everyone should just tear up their Bills of Rights and bend over and kiss their arses goodbye if that happens. We're in bad enough shape as is.
What would be great is if the Libertarians were given a chance to straighten out the US. ........like that will ever happen in my lifetime.
One bit of good news: I finally got my Yahoo account to working correctly on the lappy. Now it's time to catch up on mail, but I think I'll do that later. All I want to do now is sleep!
Where's my bed?
In the long trend of bad luck that has hallmarked the Year of Oxygen, it would seem that the domecile may just have some electrical problems. The power in the dining room went out on Wednesday and I had to trip the breaker to get the lights back on. Every once in a while since then, the lights will flicker and dim. Not good!
On Monday, Lew went to my job for an interview for a position that has opened on first shift. It is hoped by us both that he gets this job because, if he does, he will be remaining in town and staying with me during the week so he can ride to work and back each day. The perfect arrangement! We get to spend more time together and he gets gainful employment. Needless to say I've put in several good words for him and I can only hope that my time at the Salt Mines has afforded me some clout in such areas. According to Kim, who is doing the hiring for this position, a decision should be made by Wednesday. Will there be joy? Stay tuned.
On Tuesday, I went and hung out with Lew. He took me to the local school field to show me his new plane. It's a hand launcher radio controlled plane is so very cute. I'm fascinated with his hobby. Seeing these wee planes dip and glide in the air is beyond coolness. So I asked him if I could hand launch his new plane just once. It was then I discovered that I throw like a girl. I tossed that baby straight into the air and it came crashing down like stone. Lew didn't even have time to compensate for my lack of ability. So it connected with the Earth and cracked on both sides. UGH! I felt so bad. Lew ragged me mercilessly, which actually made it all better, and he said that the damage was easily repaired. In fact, he's already got it fixed and flying again. What a relief!
I finally got the laptop back up and running to specification and now my computer at work has a virus that is slowing it down to a ridiculous speed. Bad luck looms over my technological joy. Since I have the lappy back, though, it's back to work on All Things Shriekback. I must get out my periodicals and figure out what needs to be developed and uploaded to the website.
Lew has a video capture card and has already told me that I can do some captures from the Shriek videos so I can replace the pathetic visions I currently have featured in the pictures section of the Shriekback Digital Conspiracy.
I really just need to get my arse in gear and get to work. Motivation is a serious issue for me right now. It seems like all I want to do in what little spare time I have, when I'm not with Lew, is play Neopets. Thanks, Margaret! hahahah
Two movies I really want to see right now:
"Signs" ~~ about the crop circles. I'm really keen on seeing this.
"Austin Powers in Goldmember" ~~ I have a weakness for dumbass movies that are also freakin' hilarious. It's about time I get to see Dr. Evil again.
Well, it's time for me to go to bed now. It's another work day tomorrow....12 long hours at the answering service, having to deal with the dregs of the human gene pool...mush-mouthed men and whiny women. Oh joy.