…looks like my desktop is probably totally hosed. According to the net, this particular cheap-ass brand of computer tends to go whole hog when it goes: motherboard and power supply tend to implode together or very close to such. The hard drive itself, luckily, is fine, so I haven’t lost anything, it’s just inconvenient to get to. But given that the computer is five years old and cheap to begin with, I very much doubt it’s worth trying to find the appropriate motherboard to put it back together with. So,…
help me, livejournal wan kenobi!
My desktop computer decided, last night, that it would be nice to have power running to it, and for its amber “I’m booting” light to blink on and off very rapidly, but nothing else is happening. No booting. No fan running. No nothing. I’ve killed the power to it entirely; when the power is re-introduced, it just goes back to humming and blinking. This is, thank God, not my writing computer, and yes, as a matter of fact, I will be backing up Nook oh let’s see AS SOON AS…
fwwwp fwwp fwp!
It has been an unexpectedly busy day. I wrote, which made me happy. I cleaned the kitchen, which does not make me particularly happy in the act, but it’s nicer to have a clean kitchen. I shopped (Ted and I are making a concerted effort to get that “5 a day” fruits & veggies goal, and have been going through fruit like nobody’s business), I exercised *apart* from managing to get my 3 miles in, and I’m having a really productive discussion with an artist whose stuff was good, but…
just stuff
All right, this tags plugin I’m using on WordPress is starting to piss me off. For whatever reason it randomly removes the tags (or keywords, as the plugin calls them) assigned to the entries. I guess I need to go back through and find out how to display the built-in WP version of tags, or something. *grumble* I actually practiced my whistle yesterday! Long enough to make my lips numb. :) And I think I can safely say I accomplished more in learning what fingerings are what notes than I…
i believe…
I believe the appropriate phrase here is “pwnd”. ytd wordcount: 14,400 miles to Minas Tirith: 23.5