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It's All About The Pentiums, Revisited
Sep. 7th, 2003 03:30 pmI have computers! I have computers! I've named Craptop 2.0 'Yoriko' and of course there's Choo-Choo, which I haven't been able to get into yet because, even after talking to Nakanaide and hitting function-F7, I suddenly came on a password prompt and I think said password's in my e-mail somewhere, unless I purged it in the regular in-box clear out. But all the same, I have computers!
There are only two things putting a cramp in my enjoyment of the situation. One's Ruth, but that's pretty much brush-asideable. I will admit to being a little pissed off at the fact that she seems so set on believing that the past two years I spent in therapy and getting a real meatspace life together just never happened. I'll admit to the sheer hypocrisy of the woman getting to me a little, given that she accuses people of living sad, vicarious non-lives via the internet and then gets her jollies picking on everyone else, or mutters about my being in denial when she refuses to see how I've changed ... but really, how long can I spend on that? She's human, she has her foibles and if she wants to waste her life dwelling on mine, okay, let her. It'll still bug me and I won't deny that, but neither am I going to let it colour my view of the world or my place in it. I am not going to be forced into looking so hard at her view of me that I question what I know to be true about myself.
Besides, I have more real things to put a cramp in my day. The backache, for instance. As grateful as I am to have the machines, I have to call myself three flavours of baka to have not had the sense to call a cab home from the Parcelforce head office. It wasn't even all that heavy, the box with the 'new' computers in it, but it was a little ungainly and carrying it in a way that didn't do my back in was well-nigh impossible. I probably should've emptied the box and stuffed the contents into my rucksack, but then I'd have lost the box and the bubble wrap and I didn't really want to do that, so I was an idiot instead. A mile to the tram station from the Parcelforce depot (some of it uphill), then on the tram, then on the train, then another mile home from the train station and five flights of stairs total (short flights, but flights all the same). Next morning, pain. I tried hot bath and painkillers and as much of a massage as one can give one's self, but still pain. Today ... still pain. Jeez, I'm a moron. Well, at least all the grocery shopping for the week is done and I don't have to move too much in my job. And I'll be better in a few days; probably just strained something.
But it was worth it. I have computers! And, believe it or not, it was only the stuff I opened and edited regularly over the course of months that really got damaged, so apart from a few bits of Godsbodies that can be reworked from context and something I found on disc when I was 'housekeeping', nothing got really lost! Nothing irreplaceable, anyway. W00t! I've done some writing already (nothing too huge; just trying to get used to the American keyboard layout, for the most part) and I'm so beyond pleased with the whole thing, sore back notwithstanding! *poingpoingpoing* Somebody please remind me that I owe Nakanaide a really nice dinner when I finally get to California on holiday.
I think that's about all the news that's fit to print from over the weekend. Apart from the fact that the Eva English dub makes me want to yack. I must have been insane to have enjoyed the dub as much as I did three years ago...
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There are only two things putting a cramp in my enjoyment of the situation. One's Ruth, but that's pretty much brush-asideable. I will admit to being a little pissed off at the fact that she seems so set on believing that the past two years I spent in therapy and getting a real meatspace life together just never happened. I'll admit to the sheer hypocrisy of the woman getting to me a little, given that she accuses people of living sad, vicarious non-lives via the internet and then gets her jollies picking on everyone else, or mutters about my being in denial when she refuses to see how I've changed ... but really, how long can I spend on that? She's human, she has her foibles and if she wants to waste her life dwelling on mine, okay, let her. It'll still bug me and I won't deny that, but neither am I going to let it colour my view of the world or my place in it. I am not going to be forced into looking so hard at her view of me that I question what I know to be true about myself.
Besides, I have more real things to put a cramp in my day. The backache, for instance. As grateful as I am to have the machines, I have to call myself three flavours of baka to have not had the sense to call a cab home from the Parcelforce head office. It wasn't even all that heavy, the box with the 'new' computers in it, but it was a little ungainly and carrying it in a way that didn't do my back in was well-nigh impossible. I probably should've emptied the box and stuffed the contents into my rucksack, but then I'd have lost the box and the bubble wrap and I didn't really want to do that, so I was an idiot instead. A mile to the tram station from the Parcelforce depot (some of it uphill), then on the tram, then on the train, then another mile home from the train station and five flights of stairs total (short flights, but flights all the same). Next morning, pain. I tried hot bath and painkillers and as much of a massage as one can give one's self, but still pain. Today ... still pain. Jeez, I'm a moron. Well, at least all the grocery shopping for the week is done and I don't have to move too much in my job. And I'll be better in a few days; probably just strained something.
But it was worth it. I have computers! And, believe it or not, it was only the stuff I opened and edited regularly over the course of months that really got damaged, so apart from a few bits of Godsbodies that can be reworked from context and something I found on disc when I was 'housekeeping', nothing got really lost! Nothing irreplaceable, anyway. W00t! I've done some writing already (nothing too huge; just trying to get used to the American keyboard layout, for the most part) and I'm so beyond pleased with the whole thing, sore back notwithstanding! *poingpoingpoing* Somebody please remind me that I owe Nakanaide a really nice dinner when I finally get to California on holiday.
I think that's about all the news that's fit to print from over the weekend. Apart from the fact that the Eva English dub makes me want to yack. I must have been insane to have enjoyed the dub as much as I did three years ago...
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