Saturday, December 29, 2007



Thursday, December 27, 2007

No yays

My computer isn't fixed. The wireless card probably needs to be replaced, though I'm not sure if that will solve the problem. It is also having issues with the mouse; the cursor will freeze on the screen, and neither the trackpad nor a USB mouse can get it to move again. I haven't tried turning it on and using more than twice since I sent it back to Alan; the first time the mouse froze, and the second time-after figuring out that the USB wireless thingy that Jana loaned me wasn't working-I just shut it down. Dad's going to try installing the wireless card into another Mac laptop we have (an old Powerbook G3) and seeing if it has a problem there.

I have no motivation right now to fiddle around with my iBook trying to get it to work/seeing how well it functions without being able to connect to the Net. I need to get over the disappointment that it isn't fixed, first. Plus, I have stuff to do: DVDs I got for Christmas, the PS2 I'm borrowing from Curtis, the Wii Alan loaned my family, books to read. (I read "Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister" yesterday, and began Paula Poundstone's "There is Nothing in this Book that I Meant to Say" today.)


Saturday, December 22, 2007


Yay! The amazing Alan has fixed my computer! I'm typing on it as I... type. Seems the MacPro guys were no good; he says metal parts inside my laptop were dented and screws were stripped (and while I conceivably could have been responsible for some dent-age, I've never unscrewed any of the screws in my computer), and the problem was not the harddrive or the motherboard- the wireless card (or something) was loose. So the $50 problem (Mom and Dad paid the "diagnosis" fee) was solved with a piece of cardboard that now prevents a piece from jiggling. (Um... should I worry about the cardboard catching on fire? I'll have to ask Alan.)

Christmas presents are under control- for the most part. A couple of my craftier gifts were burned in the oven, but at least I have time to remake those items. A couple things need to be wrapped, and I'll be finishing some gifts to a few of my friends post-holiday, but that'll be fine.

I hauled my large, heavy, and unwieldy TV from the cluttered extra room, and it is now perched on my dresser at an odd angle to my bed (the dresser isn't deep enough for the TV to sit square-on) and have hooked up Curtis' PS2. Yay for gaming! And I've been able to watch a movie while I wrapped and crafted (Kingdom of Heaven, Director's 194-min. Cut, 2-discs and 2 nights) (Thank you Studmuffin!).

The problem with playing video games in my bedroom is that the cat thinks that that is the time for me to petting her (also the times that I'm reading, crocheting, using the computer, or doing sudoku). Suzy will get in the way and block my view. I got so tired of her today that I closed the door and locked her out. Then I had to put up with her scratching and "Mmmmm-owwwww"ing at high volume. Then I got worried that if I shut her out for too long she'll hold a grudge and poo on my bed, so I let her in again. (Sidenote: She must have picked up bad language from John Wayne, 'cause she never used to meow in that loud, demanding tone. Several times a day, it's "Mmmmm-owwww!" I'm trying to train her to meow like that after I say the word "chairman", 'cause I think it'd be funny. But it seems to be true that cats are untrainable, contrary creatures.)

Anyway. I forget how I got on the topic, but I found some interesting documentaries. The first one is a based on a true story rather than a documentary, but I really want to see it. Over the GW is a film created by a man who was sent to one of those horrible WWASP places that "help" "at-risk" teenagers. Since I was sent to a similar place (though, thankfully, CEDU was more Synanon cult than POW camp), I'm interested in these kinds of things. Some of it is empathy for kids whose families sent them away to "emotional growth" schools that have no governmental oversight; some of it is sympathy for the kids who went to worse places (I just suffered emotional and verbal abuse... and slightly physical, now that I think about it. And sexual harrassment, not actual assault); some of it is relief that my parents were more responsible in choosing the place; and some of it is the plain old voyeuristic rubbernecking that all humans are prone to.

I watched 7/7 Ripple Effect a conspiracy theory video about the 7/7/05 London bombings. Some of the theories and "evidence" were, predictably, a bit shaky, but it is obvious that they have something there. As with 9/11, the government had produced uncannily foreshadowing statements and emergency plans months and years before the events, and people who didn't corroborate the official story have been silenced or forced to amend previous testimonials. The video gets V for Vendetta-ish, with its talk about how the BBC was in on the plot. The very end gets a little ridiculous, by positing that the TV show "Big Brother" is conditioning the population to be fine with living under constant surveillance- and even wanting it. The narration is a bit bad, and most of the images are unimportant (though I do like how they overlaid Tony Blair's head with a macabre skull. Overdramatic, but amusing).

Enough writing for tonight. In case I don't post anything in the next few days, I hope everyone has a good week! (There. That should cover all the holiday bases without anyone having cause for complaint.)


Sunday, December 16, 2007

Life, gifts, and books

Hey everybody. Well, the holiday season is upon us, and I've been crocheting and beading and gluing things together and clicking "Add to Shopping Cart" on Amazon for most of the past week, it seems. Thankfully, I still have Jill's nun computer (an old laptop that she lets all the Buddhist nuns use when they are visiting), and a handwritten list of passwords written in the back of a paperback (no, I'm not telling you which book), so my style isn't too cramped.

My own beloved laptop is sitting at the Mac place ready to be picked up tomorrow. It reportedly still gets the kernal error messages, but it is, apparently, not the harddrive. Their guess is that it's the motherboard that's fubar- which, of course, means it'll take mucho moola to replace. But... Alan to the rescue! Hopefully my sister's genius boyfriend will be able to set things right without it costing me hundreds of bucks that I don't have (or which will have to be my Xmas and birthday gifts from my parents combined).

In between bouts of frantic crafting (okay, not exactly "frantic"), I've been sitting in the kitchen where there's a fire going all day or bundled up in bed under lots of covers ('cause it's COLD!) reading lots 'n' lots of Brit Chick Lit. Yes, I have set aside an unread copy of John Varley's Red Lightning to read about a dozen books by Marion Keyes, Anna Mexted, and Sophie Kinsella. I guess even a gamer/sci-fi geek like me is occassionally taken over by hormones that shout "read about sophisticated career women having man troubles!" At least I can console myself with the fact that I live a very different life than the girly-girls in those books who drink too much, party too much, and have lots of anonymous drunken sex. About the only things I have in common with them is that I want a stable, loving relationship with a stable, loving man (check!) and worry about the flabby state of my butt, thighs, and stomach.

I am happy to report, however, that I am still a high-brow international film fan. (Well, the "high-brow" bit is debatable....) After a couple years of covetly having "The Happiness of the Katakuris" on my wish list, I am now the owner of a copy of a DVD. After discovering it has claymation sequences, I became a bit apprehensive. (The last/only anthropomorphic claymation film I had encountered was Live Freaky! Die Freaky!, a movie recommended and lent to me by Brianna. "You'll either love it or hate it," she said, and I did. After the first fifteen minutes or so of raunchy, explicit claymation sex, I made my decision and turned it off.) (Andrew, you would probably love it, and I therefore heartily recommend it to you.)

While the Katakuris have some wacky impromptu songs with sophomoric choreography (which were sometimes awesome), the rest of the movie was a bit awkward. Like many Japanese movies (e.g. Akira and Paprika), there is an animated sequence that makes you go, "huh?" But for the Katakuris that scene is at the end, just before a final Sound-of-Music-esque singing and running through the mountain meadow sequence, so you just briefly look at each other, shrug and laugh, before turning back to the screen and giggling.

Anyway, that's more than I was planning on writing today.

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Tuesday, December 04, 2007


Life has been kinda boring, but it seems to be speeding up again. Thursday I go to visit the middle school special education class that a friend of Jill's teaches, since I've been thinking that perhaps I would like to work as a special ed aide. I passed my sociology comprehensive exam a few weeks ago, so I've finally completed all the requirements for my BA! The day before yesterday, Curtis interviewed Brian and I about The Brian Factor, so once the audio file is edited and a transcript is written out, it'll be posted on 3 Green Fish and TBF.

And something went haywire with my laptop several days ago, and the kernel error message kept popping up (it's the most serious Mac error message ever, apparently). So I took it in to MacPro yesterday, and they'll diagnose it in the next few days (costing $50) and then give me an estimate for repairs. It seems to be a hardware problem, so neither I nor Curtis can do anything about it. (Well, there goes most of the money I've been earning weeding for Jill. It was supposed to be for Christmas presents. I'm not going to be able to scrape up whatever amount the computer-fixers will want, so perhaps that'll have to be a gift from my parents. I'm tired of being poor.)