October 27th, 2004

exhausted, tired, Azzsleep

Absolute exhaustion

I crashed out late Monday night (early Tuesday morning) and therefore was not in any sort of shape to go to work when the time did come: all shaky and antisocial and very, very not good.

It would have been OK if only I'd been more hormonally stable, but I'm not.

So that sucked.

I was fairly comatose all afternoon, but eventually got enough energy to head to Sprouts to reprovision the kitchen. Then I did dishes and started the lasagna.

I'm hoping that I can get my handwritten Necromancer's Prayer notes typed up like, now.
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    "Nanci" by Toad the Wet Sprocket
Azzcalm, Quiet

Floor Space

I have managed to move the disembodied drawers from the sturdy desk off my floor and into the desk itself, with the contents shuffled into my new dresser.

I have moved the two large plastic buckets of electronics bits under the desk.

I have moved the disembodied drawer off the table in the closet, the candles within into the dresser, and the drawer into the sturdy desk.

I have moved the plastic crate with crocheting, mending, and the pink fluffy socks from boojum onto the freed-up space on the table in the closet.

I have moved the cardboard box with the seasonal decorations into the nook in the rickety desk bottom.

I have moved all the spare purses, bags, and backpacks into the second from the bottom dresser drawer.

eris_raven has gotten in the way, rubbed herself against my feet, sprawled out on bits of fabric, and scattered herself over several quadrants of the living room, and furthermore moshed with golf balls disruptively.

There is floor space. I am intimidated by this, so I shall vacuum tomorrow.
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    "Snarky Notes I (find real title)" by Andrew Lloyd Weber
x-files, without you, freaky shit, Mulder


I haven't had any appreciable amount of alone-time with my best friend and senior bondmate since February 2003.

This must be fixed.

I hope he shows up for the Halloween event, whatever little of it there's going to be.
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    "Planet Earth" by Duran Duran
teddyborg, geeky

Whee, tech support!

There is absolutely nothing in the world like the feeling you get when you're doing tech support on a program you have literally never used before with a cooperative end-user.

othercat is having troubles with The Gimp. Since I'd recommended it to her as a free open source photo editor, I decided it was high time to install and use it for myself. I installed it sometime yesterday afternoon, opened it, looked at the shiny menus, and closed it up and went back to my fugue.

othercat IMed me this morning with a docking issue, so I had to open up The Gimp and figure out, first, what the heck she was talking about, then figure out how to explain that to her remotely. The excellent thing about this whole situation is that while othercat is not a natural computer person, she is also highly cooperative with people who do know computer stuff, and happily accepts all the computer help she can get. She will describe what is going on on her end (sometimes in language I can understand, sometimes not), and will willingly re-describe it until I can get a sense of what is going on. Then I have to diagnose the problem, and figure out what it is that she's doing (or not). Programmers and designers have a common language, a common set of assumptions, and some common blind spots. End-users have little to none of this, and will adopt some of the techies' jargon regardless, though not in the same way the techies use it.

There are also some common conventions used by programmers for different platforms. Microsoft-released ware will have a fuzzy approach to some controls: you may click or drop on them or near them, and it works the same. Things designed by computer people for computer people (Linux, Firefox, the Gimp) require that you click exactly on something to use it, on the very reasonable assumption that if you clicked near it, you might have been looking for something else that was near it. It helps to know this, and other things like it. From this, I was able to figure out othercat's problem with docking -- need to grab the item in just the right place, and need to drop it in just the right place also, and I was able to explain how to do this over a text-based IM with nary a graphic in sight.

I'm very happy with both of us. This is valuable tech-support experience for me. Text chat is more limited than voice phone, and uses a somewhat different skill set, but I've got the phone experience from work. She got her issue resolved, and that thrills me.
loud fayoumis

Better Off Dead

As everyone probably knows by now, someone posted some bitching about Bush that could be construed by the picky as a threat on his life, some person reported this to the FBI, and the FBI (naturally) came to her place to see what all the hoo-ha was about.

Asshats, the concerned, and those required by law to report anything that might be a death threat to the President can and will report even a facetious post that could be interpreted as a threat. It's a fact of life.

I'm not saying to not post fervent prayers to the powers that be to, if it is within their Divine will, have someone important and dangerous to the very fabric of the Constitution choke on a pretzel, say. I'm just saying, if you post something like that or grouchier, that someone who may or may not be doing so out of a sense of justice and right (or malice and obnoxiousness) could report it, and you, too, could have someone unamused on your doorstep at odd times of night.
running, bomb tech


V's coming by. She'll be borrowing some lasagna, and we're going to run errands, then I get to drop her off and come home with The Car.


Of course, first, I have to survive Phoenix traffic (which I've actually been doing). tygerr, you would be most likely to find an unanticipated Lunatic on your doorstep, perhaps with car parked unanticipatedly crookedly that you would have to ask her to move so you could go do whatever it was you were doing.
running, bomb tech

Hooray and stuff.

Went to Book Star with V. Saw lunar eclipse in parking lot. Went to her place and turned on the tube; she turned on the volume just barely in time to catch the winning hit.

Go Sox0rs.

Poor Gemini (V's computer) is not terribly roadworthy; we'll see what we can do to fix things. I may be remote tech support yet again. No modem card, wrong sort of cable to do hotsync with (this is old enough to have no USB ports), and a whole bunch of technical crap.

Joy is us, y'know?

Car's with me. Yay, car.
old school hacker, bug

Sometimes I love being a geek.

Firefox is now set up to take me automatically to my three default homepages. Why have one homepage when you can have more than one? Why code it in manually when you can ask it to choose from a folder, and just keep adding stuff to the folder (if you want to start up with those pages)?

I like being a geek.

I really do, when it comes bundled with "liking technology and getting to know it well". Yes, yes, yes.

Geek. Hee.

(This post brought to you by a combination of the hour, the chocolate, and the Lunatic's poorly-hidden frustration at being unable to find the option to make Firefox stop caching her bloody friends page.)
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