Category: General

Daily Kos: Culture of Life: Pull the plug on conscious patients – W’s law.

Jesus fucking christ.

So, I bought a 200Gb SATA drive. Probably shouldn’t have done, but hell, it was 3 quid more than the nearest price non SATA drive. So I thought I’d be all new and spangly.

Only…

…it never occured to me, not as I hit that order button, that they have a different *power* cable. The bizzarest thing is it’s not like it uses any other voltages, or the drives any smaller (maybe there are variants which are smaller, I guess) but it… well… Couldn’t they just have used a floppy drive power cable? It’s about the same size and it already exists…?

Of course the bizzare thing for me is that I used to *be* in IT and I’d’ve looked at some pillock who’d done what I’ve done today with that special kind of distain reserved for mere mortals. But here I am going ‘gah, what a moron‘ to myself. Fortunately, I need to go on a spending spree and buy some food and some printer cartridges tomorrow. So I can pick one up (in the enjoyable pre-xmas rush) then.

So, I should be at my mums, but vague cold type symptoms mean I’ve come home…

…and my new hard-disk has arrived, which’ll give me something to do in a bit.

I’m trying to let it acclimatise to the temperature in the house. I also got a letter from Rachel *WOOT* which leaves me finding my sparkly pens and some paper to reply to her with. Sadly, too late to send her an Xmas card (if I actually *had* any left that is).

I also had to bring home my lemon tree. And a small bushy plant thing that’s managed to find a home in the pot. I may open the tree up for naming… Although it’s looking a bit sickly. It doesn’t like the cold and it’d got too big for my mum to bring it in the house over winter. So it’s now sat decorating our back room. Everyone be nice to it. (I’ll take a picture at some point, it’s quite…big).

Yeah. So I guess I better go unpack and work.

Woo, cold for Christmas! Go Kate!

The constant rehashing of my father’s death, his illness, and the time he was ill before the cancer was discovered. It’s really fucking hard. It’s impossible to be here more than a few hours without at least one discussion of his death. I understand she needs to I understand that but it doesn’t make it any easier for me.

I can seek distance, I can separate myself and sit there being sympathetic, but as she discusses the more harrowing stuff about his death I just want it to stop. Stop and…. stop.

I do wonder if this might have been a bit much, coming for so long before xmas.

Sometimes I feel like the woman in the price of milk. Like this is some test of love gone wrong; like Trey will come back and try to persuade me to fall in love with her again. of course, it’s not true, just wishful (so wishful) thinking. But sometimes it feels that way.

And just to wind me up more, FreeUK are their usual crap selves, with me being kicked off after about 20 minutes at most online, and having to try about 30 times each time to get my password verified. So far I’ve spent 30 minutes online, roughly, out of the last 2 and a half hours.

I’ve forgotten my Wanadoo password, so I’m attempting to register with someone else. Obviously, this requires that I actually remain connected long enough to complete filling out the fucking registration form, which, 2 hours after I started and with no ability to actually *connect* to the fucking internet isn’t really happening. I’m really fed up. See my other post for, I suppose, why I’m feeling upset and frustrated and a computer issue which would normally just wind me up a bit now has left me feeling drained and helpless and alone and all the stuff… yeah. So. bastard thing.

I meant to get a calling card so I could call the US today, but promptly forgot when I got to Lambourn, especially ‘cos I only popped in there to drop off a prescription for my mother and headed back shortly afterwards. So I can’t ring people when I was planning to either.

See, now, look. I’ve gone and logged on to the internet and although I logged on to submit work I’m instead sat here browsing Livejournal. Blah. I’ve done the 750 word segment of critiquing for IP3, but that’s all I’ve done work-wise since I got here. I’ve read some of The Princess Bride which is turning out to be an excellent book, just as it was an excellent film. My mother’s looking for stuff relating to various bills required for planning her finances now. I’ll be helping her later this evening and then we’ll be sending an exciting e-mail so that some financial planning can begin.
(more…)

Yes, I’m away again. I can be contacted by e-mail at the usual address during the week, and I expect I’ll check LJ, because I have absolutely no will power. But I’ll be checking it over a modem on a very bad phoneline which tends to lead to:
(a) swearing (not good in front of my mum)
(b) frustration
(c) me not bothering to do it much

So, yeah, y’all know where I’ll be, so y’all can reach me there… I’ll probably do one last e-mail run tomorrow morning. Oh, and I won’t be on messenger either. So yeah. Anyway. g’night puny humans.