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Writing good. Power bad.

8:09 PM 3/2/2010
Updating Riddle right now. After that and a few other things finish, it will probably be time for another reboot so I can watch the OK Go video. (I am the last person in the world to see the new one, it seems.)

8:59 PM 3/2/2010
GlaDOS voice now on Riddle. Sorry, Rich, but your properly-speaking voice has been bumped off. ;-P

9:28 PM 3/2/2010
Time for rebooty. Also time for more music.

11:08 PM 3/2/2010
Rebooted again so I could watch http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qybUFnY7Y8w at something like a reasonable speed. (6-year-old laptop getting low on disk space & cranky. Will need to start cleaning out.)

11:24 PM 3/2/2010
Okay, that was pretty epic, and I will need to watch it on something proper sometime.

11:31 PM 3/2/2010
Have duly reset the bleedin' UPS. Still hating much of the world.

11:46 PM 3/2/2010
[from a comment elsejournal]
On good days, I can go to something crowded like the Folsom St. Fair, which has crowds large enough it's difficult to move more than two steps at a time in some places, and only have the casual worry that means I need to check to make sure that I still have my handbag in my shoulder tote every fifteen minutes to half-hour, and be secure in the knowledge that if someone tries something, I can turn around and deck them.

On bad days, I do not make it out of the apartment to the car or dumpster or mailbox, never mind actually to the fair.

If it becomes a bad day while somewhere out in public, I go null-state as much as possible (sensory overload, dull all senses as much as possible, don't-react to any stimulus, don't attempt to process stimuli); I will have lost words some minutes previous. If I am lucky enough to have someone with me, I hope that they will know what to do (get me to a quiet place, get me some water, check my blood sugar). If I am not, I go the last place I was programmed to go, or maybe have the presence of mind to find a place.

[You] have a more paranoid agoraphobia than I do. I have a more sensory overload and aphasia one.

2:32 AM 3/3/2010
"Wireless" router/cablemodem has been duly moved and duly plugged into the bleedin' UPS. Shall see if the wirelessness of it is still on strike -- later. Though perhaps I could even visit it directly, provided I still remember its IP. (Though I can look that up.) (Darlings, it is a good idea sometimes to affix a piece of masking tape or something to the router and write its current IP on it, and occasionally its other vital information like passwords, given that the thing is physically secure.)

2:57 AM 3/3/2010
Mark is now at least occasionally "starfish". Make a note of it. (There is no context for this.)

3:11 AM 3/3/2010
A Rule of the Internet: Content not under your control is ephemeral. Except when it's content you wish was not on the internet, then it is eternal.

3:34 AM 3/3/2010
Fun discovery of the month: the apartment complex expects me to keep the apartment at 60°F or warmer, to cut down on the chance for mold and mildew and general damp. They also pay for fireplace gas. (Previously I'd thought that that was on me.) I will probably be using the fireplace more often, and being the happier and warmer for it.

3:51 AM 3/3/2010
So we're eccentric, right. Just emailed best friend, playing oneupmanship games with Floor (he and I have similar untidy-bachelor habits when left without contact with our respective mothers for too long); asked him to convey my greetings to gaming group (as they hailed me when I called Sunday evening) and my love to his usual cranky necromancer D&D character.

4:58 AM 3/3/2010
Sometimes it's amazing how much I like to write with a really good pen.

11:59 AM 3/3/2010
So I got the cablemodemrouter moved over and plugged into the thingy. And then the power started bouncing and the cablemodemrouter had only the one connection status light lit, and I decided that okay, it is actually time for the bed to happen. And then I went to bed. And sometime between 6 and 7 in the morning, 7 being when I got the fuck up to turn the fucker off, never mind my connectivity and logs, the power was bouncing enough that it was not just the click ... click ... ... ... click ... click of the relays gently swapping as the power flickered (I set it to low sensitivity as the nice man recommended) but it was also beeping like an alarm clock with ADHD and a hyperactive snooze button. Just what you want when you're trying to sleep.

And furthermore, I came over to turn it off and a little red light was on. D: (imagine fangs on that emoticon) And even then, my cellphone was plugged into an adjacent power strip, and I heard it CHEERFULLY CHIMING "unplugged, unplugged, unplugged" (mind you, my loves, it chimes "unplugged" *once* when it is unplugged; this must have been a rapid off-on-off-on-off-on).

AND JUST ARGH.
Plan for today: Dishes, clothes, office, borrowing some internet from JD.

12:09 PM 3/3/2010
There is a certain sort of predator about on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth: when "Can I talk to you?" is the start of a bad, bad conversation: http://thedivinegoat.dreamwidth.org/15930.html

12:10 PM 3/3/2010
Fic I was reading last night: http://archiveofourown.org/works/64506 (Star Trek 2009 RPS)
Fic I had not yet started reading last night: http://archiveofourown.org/series/1603 (Related RPS involving Zac Ephron and Daniel Radcliff; not sure if I am going to get into it, but it crosses over with the STR stuff)
Fic I had not yet started reading last night: http://nolessremarkable.wordpress.com/the-squire-of-reigate/ (Holmes/Watson)
Fic I was planning to semi-reread, since it's been heavily redone: http://shirozora.dreamwidth.org/56738.html (The Bookshop, a SPN AU epic, by Shirozora)

12:48 PM 3/3/2010
Right, dishes are done. (I feel bad about having possible Apartment Complex People in my apartment if there are dirty dishes in the sink. I feel that this is an entirely rational way to be.) Since, you know, Apartment Complex People.

1:05 PM 3/3/2010
It would, however, make sense to make sure that I am wearing clothes and having brushed hair before complaining about power problems.

1:08 PM 3/3/2010
Oh, [personal profile] rb, I haven't put it in the thing because Google Docs is not nice with slow computers, but the other night my brain started revising a particular bit of Circle of Fire, the Introduction of Distributed Computing bit, to something that made more sense, and I'm getting it written down!

2:08 PM 3/3/2010
Hah, and I just spent about a solid hour on it. I went into it with the strong voice of the professor, who showed up over dinner with Tif, and I came out of it with Mr. Chen and Mr. Larsson (students; the professor addresses them all by surname) to boot. (Mr. Chen likes the X-Files, but despite what the professor says, he does not actually have several 100k fanfic epics. Mr. Larsson, however, actually is a 3D animator in addition to sketching and sometimes falling asleep in class, and interrupted the professor to say that it wasn't a girlfriend that he wanted to show his work to, but a boyfriend.)

2:25 PM 3/3/2010
I actually didn't like the professor much until I started to write him. Well, that's not quite correct. I liked him, but I thought he was going to be a complete jackass. He isn't, he just makes examples of *all* his students; he doesn't single Connie out because she's the girl. (Nor does he pick on Mr. Larsson extra for being gay; it's just more personal information that he can use to be obnoxious with.)

3:15 PM 3/3/2010
Dude is going to get electrical problems checked out. (The simultaneous flickering from bedroom and desk lamps with bathroom lights means something other than a faulty ballast. Plus, the bathroom lights are incandescent, and the fan speed drops simultaneously with the flickering. The main building breaker may in fact be b0rked.) Meanwhile, I am in the apartment complex common room, having monopolized the comfy chair and the little glass side table as a laptop desk, headphones in ears and music on. We'll see if the on-a-roll continues.

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Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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