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As the more astute among you have likely noticed, I have not been especially present lately. (Which is probably an understatement.) I've been scanning the f-list and ranting a lot on Twitter, and trying to keep up with comments... sort of... mostly... but the current state of computer affairs is rather a mess. The laptop screen not only must be propped up at all times, but it's gone terrifically dark and won't be brightened unless the screen is shut to about an inch above the keyboard. And the wireless stopped working, so it's tethered to an ethernet cord in the living room, and since the computer has no battery power to speak of and is fragile as all get out (it's sort of like one of those elderly ladies who takes great joy in telling you about all of her arcane medical woes in great detail, except the computer's stories go more like, "one time I had a stroke, which led to amnesia, and a coma, so this guy who used to actually pay attention to me took me back and replaced my old brain with Ubuntu and then I was sort of better in a wheelchair-bound sort of way") -- anyway, it's not very safe or comfortable to move it to, say, the dining room table. So it's been on top of a short bookshelf for nearly a month now. I pull up a folding chair, and it's... well, it's really uncomfortable and the shelves dig into my legs and the keyboard is just slightly too high, and... It's doing the best it can. Poor thing. But you can see why this might completely unravel my ability to concentrate on things, or do anything remotely approaching a project. (Such as posts I mean to post, and pictures I mean to post especially, only I can't see them properly....) 

So that's that. Just so as you don't feel abandoned or shutnted off to the side or some such -- there's the State of the Laptop Address. I guess I could probably say that I'm on a half-hiatus until Monday.

Why Monday? Why, Monday is the day that UPS tells me that my shiny new laptop of my very very own will be arriving at my doorstep! (It's a Dell and very pretty with plenty of RAM and hard drive space and a 15.4" screen and a DVD burner, hurrah!) Yes indeed! My debit card finally showed up in the post, and I went off to activate it at the nearest ATM straightaway, and a few hours later I bought a computer, and this afternoon I recieved a shipping notification and a scheduled arrival date. I am possibly daydreaming about this constantly. Um. Yes. It will have to be named, of course, when it -- she, rather -- arrives. It's a she, I know it is, because it looks like a she, and all of my inanimate objects have been male thus far. I have a name in mind, but will have to see if it suits when I see her. (I didn't think of the name, either; it thought of itself. Harrumph. I said no fandom references!) 

And when the computer and I are united, I shall become re-acquainted with the internet (and Roller Coaster Tycoon) with a vengeance
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The laptop has decided that it no longer believes in wireless. No, let me rephrase that. The laptop has decided that it no longer believes in my wireless. It is more than content to pull up other people's wireless, which is all password-locked. I am, as is to be expected, not very pleased with it at all. (I can connect it to a wire, but that involves dragging it downstairs and having to sit at the dining room table, and having a ridiculous amount of cords which people, especially Leandra, trip over or play with, and the silly computer is fragile that I'm terrified to carry it down the stairs anyway.) 

In other news, thank you to everyone who linked me to the Inland Territory leak! Naturally this happened just as my wireless was beginning to misbehave... I shall review soon, but in a word: glorious.

And today I have work. Hurrah! I should go make a sandwich. There are many other things I can and ought to discuss, but there is a certain lack of time at the moment...
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Feeling mostly less horrible today, although physically it has not been good at all. Hurrah, more random nausea! And a headache, which hasn't quite gone away yet. I don't mind headaches so much, though, as I've been dealing with them for years, and anyway the caffeine in my headache medication makes me clear-headed and rather cheery for a while. (This also means I will be up late. How unusual.) Mum has been shopping, so there are chocolate chips in the freezer. I dropped off a couple of job applications this afternoon, tried on a dress I may purchase (it is blue-green and knit with buttons and pockets), bought a pair of orange button earrings, and dropped by the Nielsons, where I hung out with Victoria and Jonathan, and received word that there is indeed hope for my computer.

Eventually I need to post about SPN and why I heart it. Er...I could open the floor for Sam-and-Dean-related questions? (That is half serious, mind you.)

Speaking of questions, a meme from [profile] lightofjudah

1. Leave me a comment saying, “Interview me.”
2. I will respond by asking you 5 questions of a very personal nature.
3. You will update your LJ with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this and an offer to interview someone else in the post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed you will ask them 5 questions.

1. Do you prefer being called Banui, Jo, or Jolene?
Honestly, I don't even know. I could probably make a long meta-tastic post about the psychological implications of my name juggling.

2. Tell me about Vienna Teng, anything you like.
Dreaming Through the Noise is my favourite album for starwatching. I have played it alone under the skies twice -- once, far away from any electric lights, huddled on a picnic table with a quilt wrapped all around me. I snuck inside and made a cup of cocoa and stood in front of the cathedral-like window of the lodge we were staying in. There's something about the ephemeral nature of those songs, the way each of them offers a glimpse into someone's story.
 
3. What's your ideal job and why? What did you major in during college?
Oh dear. I have changed my Future Career constantly since I was old enough to know that one was supposed to want to do something when they grew up. When I was five, I wanted to be a missionary-vetrinarian; that quickly gave way to running a house for unwanted animals. These jobs were given up fairly quickly when I realised that I didn't actually like animals all that much. Mostly I've wanted to be a writer, but quite suddenly a few years ago a hunger for filmmaking took hold of me and hasn't let go. When I realised that the things I most want to do with my life are the most unstable, potentially low-paying jobs IN THE UNIVERSE, I desperately began hunting for something I could do that would actually make money while I try to get my foot in the door, and realised that very few things would please me more than being a librarian. (I already have the glasses.) Books! Interaction with people, but not too much! But not too little, or too insignificant! Archiving! Organising! (I like setting things in order, even if my bedroom tells a wholly different tale.) Possibly reading books before they come out! Planning library-related events! Deciding what books to buy! And oh, the courses I would take in librarian school! HISTORY OF PRINTING, I CAN HAS? So, when I go to school next year, this will most likely be the focus of my studies. (Though I am thinking I will just take four years of regular college with emphasis on literature and history, and then a year of graduate school for library science so I can get my degree and be a qualified librarian.) I would also enjoy running a bookshop, possibly baking, and professional free-lance photography.
 
4. What's your favourite book by Madeleine L'Engle?
Two-Part Invention, her autobiography about her marriage. It's one of those books that has changed my life and ways of thinking and percieving and looking-forward in some infinitesimal, incalculable, fundamentally important ways: and it was also the first book to make Madeleine L'Engle real to me. She'd been a favourite writer before; after, she has become my hero. Because of this book I wept when she died.
 
5. Why does your vocabulary sound British?
*laughs* Partially because I am a desperate Anglophile and at least half -- likely more -- of the media I consume is either British or features prominent British characters, and also because most of the books I grew up with were not only British, but half a century old. Even now I keep finding out that certain things that were vicariously huge parts of my childhood no longer exist, no longer exist in quite the same form, or are called by different names. It's only gotten worse since I started reading Harry Potter and watching Doctor Who -- now I'm picking up current English slang, and, because I write fanfiction, I've gotten very good at mimicking it convincingly. It's so fresh and invigorating and fun, the words are, that I can't relegate them only to my writing. :D
Oh dear, the slightly giddy bit of the post-headachey-ness is settling in. I should stop typing before this post becomes very absurd.

bah!

Sep. 4th, 2008 11:00 pm
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Today has been a day of Not Very Good-ness. Last night I was exhausted, only I couldn't sleep. I must have woken up five or six times in the night. Why, I don't know; my on-again, off-again cold isn't particularly on-again just now, I hadn't napped yesterday, I was not very stressed, I was not in any sort of pain, there was nothing wrong with my mattress or pillow, and there were no loud noises or nightmares -- except a minor nightmare, actually, which turned out to be PROPHETIC. You know how you have those dreams where your teeth start crumbling and falling out? I have those a lot; I don't really know why, because I have fairly decent teeth, and I take fairly decent care of them. Anyway, sometime this morning I had a far more terrifying variation: the keyboard of my laptop was cumbling and the laptop itself was disintegrating and generally not being in good shape at all.

Remember how I said my dream was prophetic? Well, yeah. It wasn't nearly so interestingly melodramatic, but the laptop crashed this afternoon. It is still crashing whenever I turn it on. More irritatingly still, its pre-crashing somehow managed to wipe all of the data off of my iPod. Fortunately Moony himself is perfectly all right, I just have to PUT EVERYTHING BACK. I mostly have, and am copying things from the second computer just now, but EVERYTHING ON THE LAPTOP IS CURRENTLY INACCESSABLE. (YES, THIS MEANS SPN. I MAY CRY.) Fortunately Jonathan thinks that all hope is not lost and will look at it tomorrow. I have spent a lot of the day feeling icky -- my head fogged up and I am having flashes of weird almost-nausea and general tiredness -- and attempting to resucitate my poor fallen comrades, and reading very hard, and feeling incredibly restless and unhappy. I wish it wouldn't take so bedimmed long for our application to rent the house to be either approved or denied; one of the things I hate most in the world is waiting when you haven't any control over the outcome. You just sit about and wait and wear holes in the floor.

escapadery!

Aug. 6th, 2008 11:18 pm
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I should be writing about the general hobnobbing and adventures that have been going on lately, but I tried and they're so muddled together in my head (quite comfortably, sort of like my bookshelves) that I can't quite figure out which pieces go where and it's too late at night to bother, so I shall just set down some pertinent facts.

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