Day: December 27, 2014
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It looked so innocent
So Kathryn gave me some CDs for Christmas. One was St. Vincent, the other Elizabeth Cotten. Being as I’m trying to be better about these things; and also because I fancied listening to Elizabeth Cotten over dinner, I ripped it and plonked it over on the media server.
Unfortunately, it did not deign to quite work as desired, and as occasionally happens the kitchen media player fell off the network (I think it needs a more powerful power supply) and refused to reconnect. So we ended up listening to it on my laptop…
Today I ripped the St. Vincent album and despite, or perhaps because of my general malaise around doing anything today (the whole day has slid by without me achieving anything much) I suddenly took it upon myself to sort out the clean rips on the media server. I sat and manually sorted through each folder checking the names, that the format was correct, that the folder names were organised the way I wanted, then I shuffled the ‘clean’ ones over to a new folder.
Then I did it. The button looked so innocent, and I’ve pressed it so many times in the past.
And Logitech Media Server disappeared. It runs as a service on linux and checking the services list revealed:
[ ? ] logitechmediaserver
After an XKCD worthy hour I finally managed to get it uninstalled, removed it’s special login, the preference files apt refused to remove and got it reinstalled. It still seems to be doing some slightly odd things, but I’m putting that down to the fact it’s still scanning ‘rather a lot’ of music files.
And now I’ll get back to reading my magazine, which was the plan before it all started.
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Glasses problems
- You can’t find your glasses without your glasses
- your eyes always hurt for some reason or another
- getting a new pair is both hellish and exciting
- you’re ALWAYS fidgeting with them. the never fit perfectly
- when they do fit perfectly something happens that throws them off
- having glasses
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Misplaced Mojo
So, those of you who remember, we’ve been trying for a baby. This month we had our second go, and we found out this morning that it’s not worked. My beloved isn’t pregnant. Truly, we found out it was unlikely yesterday, in the tail end of ‘our xmas’* but kinda clung to the slim, slim possibility that it might still’ve worked. But no. We’ve still got another go, but there’s this thing called the Two Week Wait, and it’s astonishing how when it’s over and it’s not worked, how utterly demoralising it is. How very, very sad you feel when it’s not worked.
Despite the glorious day we had yesterday** I’ve got up today and am now feeling a complete lack of motivation to do anything. I was a little vague on what I was going to do today, anyhow, because it’s ‘my boxing day’ and Kathryn’s at work. But now I’m lacking motivation to do anything.
* Being a healthcare worker, this year we celebrated Xmas on the 26th because I was at work on the 24th and the 25th.
** Prezzie opening (my best beloved got me some amazing music and some great book, and many, many other things because she’s way too kind; our families bought us thoughtful lovely gifts too, we are very lucky people), a really good xmas dinner that we prepped together, a non-awful Doctor who christmas special*** and a touching Call the Midwife xmas special followed by a card game (gift) and listening to more music.
*** Hardly fantastic, but watchable (although the end was tediously repetitive and there were some gaping plot holes). -
People with bad eye sight will understand
Eye doctor: “one…*switches lenses*..or two? Choose which is better…one….*switches lens again*..or two”
Me: *sweats nervously*
Oh god, for years I’d been sat there going:
“Uuuuuuuh, the first one?”
And then last time I went, the optician was waiting whilst I was vacillating between the two, and she stopped me and said “if you’re not sure, just say, because if it’s that close it doesn’t matter”.
WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME THIS BEFORE?
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Women Are Paying $1,300 More A Year For The Same Exact Products As Men
So fucking glad this is finally coming to light…
Not only do we make less, but we are forced to spend more on gendered products
What the fuck
lets all just start buying guys shit
One of my friends at Uni pointed this out – in the midst of a long rant. And from that day on, men’s razors (until my legs got such bad reactions to shaving that I quit shaving them).
On which note, I heard about this bunch: http://www.dollarshaveclub.com/ but not living in the States never tried ‘em. They might be good or not, but they are certainly way cheaper than any disposable blades in the UK.
