Seriously? July?
In a few years, time will be moving so swiftly, a year will have passed from beginning to end of this sentence.
The question then becomes: Is this just the usual time-acceleration that accompanies growing older, or is there more to it now – is time going faster for everybody, regardless of age, as we slowly dive into the 21st century?
I wish there was a way to discuss this objectively, between minds. The divides between our islands of consciousness are sometimes tiresome, as well as lonesome.
I think I need to schedule an appointment with my leg doctor to go over my leg, it has been sore for a while now and it doesn’t seem to be getting better. Ow.
I hate ow.
I’m playing Fallout 3 again, what with the new DLC being released that ups the level cap and retcons the ending so it’s slightly less ass-y.
I had forgotten how viscerally unsettling stumbling about a post-apocalyptic landscape could be. Especially now that I have a mod running that changes some of the lighting. Mainly, it removed a faint green tint that permeated the game, which I think really makes it look a lot better now. At the same time, it’s made night time truly, ridiculously dark. Scary dark. I grabbed a Night Vision Goggles mod that makes it a little less ridiculous, but that has its own scare-inducing charms.
I’m loving it.
So, Fluffy said, “You know, you don’t HAVE to post every day,” and I was going to answer with a comment on that post, but then I decided to answer it here, now. Bit more exposure that way.
So, yes. I know I don’t have to post every day. No one is making me, there is no Dark Illuminati seeking to strike me down if, on the random day they check, I haven’t posted. I know that.
But I decided to try and post something anyway, as a New Year’s Resolution kinda thing. And dangit, I’m gonna end up with something on every dang day of this year, if it kills me (and/or causes me to cheat outrageously after the fact, some times).
:)
I have totally re-done my desktop and my old, habitual computing pattern. It is weird and crazy and driving me mad, which is the plan.
I’ve gotten rid of all my desktop icons save for the recycle bin, which lives on the far left, bottom corner of the screen. I’ve moved the Win7 Start menu and toolbar over to the right, edge, where it is permanently open.
My autonomic muscle-memory movement of the mouse to the usual places where I always kept things on my desktop will, I’m sure, slowly fade. Right now, though, the disconnection is strange and awesome.
Also, I am pleased to report Fallout 3 runs relatively well in Win7. Huzzah!
My job (still feels nice to say “my job”) has transitioned to “Summer Hours” which means we have Friday’s off. This is double-plus good, yes.
I am going to enjoy this summer, unless the sun explodes. Probably.
Oh, and just in case you didn’t know, my C drive ended up totally borked, so I reformated it and installed the Windows 7 RC1 (Build 7100) which has turned out to be really cool, actually.
Sadly, it chokes on some of the games I want to play, but such is life. I’ll keep poking it with a stick, see how it goes but…I think I may have actually stumbled across an OS I will actually pay money for.
Weird.
The scary dentist visit came and went, and I survived.
Except now I’m a zombie.
An erudite zombie who devours literature, instead of brains. But, a zombie nonetheless.
Also, a liar.
And fear. PC still borked. Scary dentist appointment tomorrow. Not much in the mood for chit chatting. See y’all tomorrow.
Oy. So, in a bid to make my PC a dual-boot machine with a main WinXP partition and a Win7 partition, I used a program to try and shrink my C partition down a bit. This, sadly, has totally borked my system, which now refused to boot. Joy.
I have an some ideas to try and fix it (thank god for Twitter on my phone and helpful nerdy friends), but they will have to wait until tomorrow. Hopefully, I’ll have a few free minutes at work to grab some files I’ll need from the ‘net.
Anyway, them’s the breaks. See ya tomorrow, kids.
I really need to learn not to let everything bother me so much. Today, it was talking to someone who doesn’t respect other people’s gender pronoun preferences. Urge to smack them in the face was hard to resist.
Shouldn’t bother me so much, but it does. And I’m a cis-gendered straight guy…I imagine it would piss me off even more if I weren’t.
Anyway, one day I will stop being pissed off at humans for being humans, I hope.