Ree’s musings

I just got back from the hospital. My grandpa died. His pneumonia hadn't really gone and resurfaced. It was quick -- there was no call saying he was back in the hospital, just that he was dead.

I, uh -- zombie comedy doesn't seem so funny anymore. Or my stupid crappy story, or the zombie story I was reading, or any of it.

God, I don't want to do this again. I've been a pallbearer twice before and I'll do it again, for my grandpa (there aren't enough grandsons so I offered), but I feel too young to have done this so many times.

My dad's holding up well, considering the hospital in which his father just died is the same hospital where my father lost his firstborn son a quarter-century ago. He cried. His brothers cried. I thought men in my family never cried at all.

I don't want to write anymore now. I want to go move bits of code around. Projects. Yes. Projects are good.

I rebooted the computer and now it won't recognise the monitor on normal startup. I get VGA in safe mode and perfect colour when I run it under Knoppix 3.4 (which is non-comically funny, because on my other computer Knoppix won't recognise the monitor, but Windows will).

I wonder how much flamethrowers cost? It would be most satisfying to roast this mama for all the grief she's given me. Just leave a smoking crater, man. Sounds so good.

At least I can run XMMS for my music. That helps my mood so much. Though "Play That Funky Music White Boy" isn't quite a mood-lifter, really. Huh. Hee.

This entry is also a little experiment -- going to try leaving this posted in Tabulas and update it later. I want to see if the crosspost controls that show during Tab entry editting function yet. If they do I mean to crosspost to LJ and Xanga after I have news.

Wish me luck!

ETA: THREE HOURS. Three hours of screen no worky and no Internet except through Knoppix. THREE. HOURS. Of seething at the computer and wondering how the hell I was expected to fix this.

Works now. Had to delete a borked driver so Windows would fall back on VGA, then let Plug 'n' Play reinstall the driver (but I wasn't sure it would... eeek!).

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm off to take a well-deserved coma. (Check the timestamp -- I may yet murder this electric heap.)

Three hours. *cries*

As for crossposting, yup, worked like I thought it would: crossposted to both services just like it was a new post. Roy's ideas for storing postid so that editing a post on Tabulas would also edit the LJ posts sounds cool, but I'm not sure how it could work on Xanga since they don't have an API.

Until any cross-editing system is initiated, though, I'll have to keep that in mind: only crosspost an entry once or there will be copies hanging around the non-Tabulas systems.

I'm far too coherent for this hour. *curls up on the keyboard and snoozes* Mm, that's better. Zzzzzzzzzz....

So of course not an hour after my last entry, I drop the bead to my piercing jewellery. Dammit. I stoppered the drain like a sensible girl, but I think it went down the overflow drain instead. *fumes*

Bead: 2, Ree: 1 -- this happened once before and the bead was found weeks later on the floor, not down the drain though I was sure it went there. I looked all along the floor right off this time, though. No dice, or rather, no bead.

May be time to find completely niobium replacement. The bead I dropped was surgical steel, blending in quite nicely with shadows, lint, dust bunnies the size of coyotes, and parts of the linoleum pattern. Rainbow niobium ought stand out more.

My mother rejoices. She hates non-ear piercings and thinks I should stud the entire edge of my ears before I pay a guy to stick a needle in my face. (I will not play the age card, I won't, lalala....) She says, you lost the bead again, maybe it's time to just let it grow closed?

We'll see. I have unspent gift certificates for a place that carries body jewellery, possibly including a brand I've had good luck with before. Dad would not be pleased to know what I spent this gift on, but I can tell him jewellery and not say it was for my face.

In other news... I got nuthin. Today is all about that 3mm bead, doncha know.

Song lyrics for this felicitous occasion:

"...Gonorrhea on Valentine's Day (VD)
And you're still looking for the perfect lay..."

Larry Norman, if you're curious.

Happy VD, people. Osculate if you must.

(Because you care, dammit.)

Whether or not to salvage the hole in my head is no longer my call. The wretched thing's infected, which means the piercing must remain open until the infection clears. That in turn means that I now despise the disgusting thing, yet am obliged to spend my gift certifacte to keep it. (I have other jewellery, but nothing suitable for a healing piercing, which required vigilant cleaning and careful rotating.)

....

Mleh.

More joys of MS Win: the PC will run (with Fatal Exception 0E errors galore) but it can't contact the Intarwebs. Knoppix, as usual, ignores that idiocy and plows right on in. It doesn't play nicely with My Yahoo in one tab and Bloglines in another, though. Sucks. That's my usual startup set in Win/Opera. (There's Opera for Linux but I haven't bothered to install it; since Knoppix is a LiveCD, I would have to reinstall on every boot, and I don't care enough. Yet.)

Computers are dumb.

Today is one of those days where I put the milk in the cupboard and the cereal in the fridge, managed to put in my contacts and promptly donned my glasses, and attemped to use a boot CD without putting it in the drive. Speaking of drive, I don't think I should today -- not with this track record.

I blame the influx of marked-down post-Valentine's candy. My stomach is carmelising at this moment and I am not the least bit sorry. Buwahaha.

In other news, Tabulas crossposting has greatly improved. No more weird whitespace in the LJ and Xanga entries you posted from Tabulas! Roy is the MAN. Huzzah!

[Opera, enough with the insta-crashes. If you cannot handle this I shall type in Notepad and update in Mozilla, sparing nary a thought for my browser infidelity.]

Despite crashes, today is a lovely day. The snow on the ground shines like millions of miniscule Christmas lights all around my spiffy shoes. It's lovely.

Normally I dislike snow but today I am happy. If I have been caught dancing around the house, I swear I wasn't consciously trying. The spirit just moved me.

Why? 'Cause I'm a great big geek, that's why. Hello world, I am a roleplayer! I play online even when I can't access the website, bitch! (Who the bitch is, I've no idea. Me, most likely. Stories make me their bitch.)

But Jaina is humming happily in my head instead of cramming her knees into her chin in some dark corner, and her bubbly mood has been affecting mine. If Djew were all it took for this effect -- but I know full well it's not the Djew brightening her outlook as much as her face. Mine too. My crew and I, we blush far too easily.

I love it.

You Belong in New Zealand

Good on ya, mate You're the best looking one of the bunch Though you're often forgotten... You're quite proud of who you are

[What? Dude, maybe I should investigate NZ instead of Australia and Canada!]

Okay, listen up. I don't want to have to say this again.

This is an RSS feed.

This is a Livejournal syndication of an RSS feed. It is NOT, in and of itself, an RSS feed. Do not call it an RSS feed. I will cut you.

Learn the damn difference.

On a much calmer note, I wish the Tabulas mood list had "pissed off" instead of "pissed". "Pissed off" is universally synonymous with "angry", as far I am aware. "Pissed" can mean angry (in the US), or it can mean drunk (in the UK). Ambiguous terms are icky.

My guess is that the way the mood list is formatted, it thinks each word is a mood. I could swear I'd seen "pissed off" in the list ages ago, on two lines, but then I'm the chica who woke up this morning momentarily convinced a doll was trying to kill her, so I'm hardly a reliable source.

Eh, not a big deal. It just continues to surprise me when Tabulas has small flaws. It's usually so slick, what with the pinging and gradient templates and all.

You Are 30% Left Brained, 70% Right Brained

The left side of your brain controls verbal ability, attention to detail, and reasoning. Left brained people are good at communication and persuading others. If you're left brained, you are likely good at math and logic. Your left brain prefers dogs, reading, and quiet. The right side of your brain is all about creativity and flexibility. Daring and intuitive, right brained people see the world in their unique way. If you're right brained, you likely have a talent for creative writing and art. Your right brain prefers day dreaming, philosophy, and sports.

There is apparently site news on a site I follow.

WTF? I thought I had coaxed a bevy of newsfeeds out of that site. I should be the most on top of it woman in the world with regards to that site. Anything I am interested in on that site gets delivered to my newsreader posthaste. How can there be new content that didn't arrive in my newsreader?

I check.

Oh. Oh yes, that. Bloody hell. There are a couple of sections that lack newsfeeds. This sucks. I treasure newsfeeds like I treasure Mountain Dew. Both are integral to keeping me whole and happy.

Most of the sections that lack newsfeeds are archived content. This is sensible. Areas that will not receive updates don't need newsfeeds.

But there is one non-archive section that does not have a newsfeed. It is -- the news area.

I had known from the start that my personal domain was hosted on servers in Mutt's corner of the planet, but I only recently confirmed that Mutt's site is hosted in my nation. Parallels are funny. Laugh already!