My bed is completely not the best place to sit for five hours, and the viewing angle from there is... regrettable, my eyes are still a bit crossed from having to wear my glasses that long. But at least now I don't have to keep biting my tongue for the next two weeks... {sigh} (Mum seems to have liked it, BTW. Will debrief her more fully when she gets out of the loo...)

feeling: restless

...And, crap, my ethernet is going out at random again, must go to Microcenter first thing tomorrow for the "step 1: new cable" dance. (Beginning to suspect overheating?) So if I'm gone for a bit... well. {sigh} I don't know how much more of this I can take...

ETA more calmly, since it's apparently still stable just now: since Gareth-that-was-Gaius came back from the shop, every so often I'll notice that suddenly nothing's loading, and eventually poking it reveals that "there is no ethernet cable plugged in" all of a sudden. (The "ethernet" light on the DSL modem going out or blinking in confusion is a Bad Sign.) I was sufficiently worried about this episode, in which I could not get the connection to come back up despite a couple of reboots, that I called for a second opinion; step one is of course "try a new cable". Given that the last time I had any connection problems it was indeed because furniture had squashed teeny wires inside a cable, I'm crossing my fingers, although the intermittent nature of the issue has me baffled and a little worried. (Then again, wouldn't a cable issue be the most likely to be intermittent, as the wires expand with the heat of the current and maybe a microbreak shifts out of contact? I'm reaching for the explanation that doesn't involve lugging the whole damn box in for another repair I can't afford, here...) OTOH, it's not as if there's any furniture sitting on the cable now, but OTTH, mebbe the very act of disconnecting it all to go off to the shop this time was merely a disturbance too far for a six-year-old wire...? Ah, well, keeping fingers crossed it's something cheap simple...

(And on yet another hand, as I think of it, every single time it's gone out has been connected to the act of checking my email via my ISP's web-interface, which is the other thing that happened to have changed while Gareth was having his little holiday; the new interface I came back to after that episode apparently loads directly into the tab instead of refreshing properly, and now I'm kind of wondering if it's at all possible that there's some funky interference going on at a deep-voodoo level here. I could be talking out of my non-techie arse here, but then again who the hell ever knows what's in the ads these days...)

...And I don't think it would be a spoiler to say that now I'm just kind of sitting here going, "...Whaaaaat?" o.O

feeling: confused

Best wire service headline ever: "Cops: Man shows up at dental office naked, late". Okay, so it was five days late and I could see how that might elevate it to the level of being worth a mention in the same breath, but... Yeah. :)

feeling: amused

According to LiveJournal, this is entry number 1,000 in this running examination of Exactly How Boring My Life Really Is. This is assuming we're not counting the fictional output of late, which is plugging away past 200 posts in its own right, or that one lonely DreamWidth entry that managed to get picked up on MetaFandom and promptly lost in the middle of an unrelated kerfuffle, or the thirteen tweets I have managed to chirp out despite swearing I was only meaning to use it to watch other people's microblogged flailings, or the random mumbling on a Facebook I signed up for to keep track of the young'n's in one of my knitting groups... So, I suppose you're expecting some profound distillation of the wisdom of the ages here, and indeed, I've been giving the notion much thought these past few weeks as I noticed the counter ticking upwards, but really, the only coherent thought I can manage right now is, dude, all this technology and I'm using it to get around the fact that I live in a backwater country that won't give me the Hot Boys Kissing fast enough, and is it tomorrow night in that timezone yet? Bah. I think I fail at being an internet crank.

Brought in some dill from the garden and discovered as I was rinsing it that I'd inadvertently captured another prisoner-of-war. (At least it didn't end up in the soup...) Probably the same species as its predecessor (I believe the moth that resulted that time was an alfalfa looper); I've got it in a jar on the windowsill with the dill it was nibbling on, let's see if this one pupates or just poops a lot...

feeling: amused

Rest in peace, Kodachrome film. Rather melancholy news for someone whose parents have both done photography at a level where film quality was an issue. (Kodachrome film was invented just 5 years before Mum was...) I suppose I'll be in for at least a day or two of uphill-both-ways stories about this, since even though Mum's grudgingly gone digital for her basic artwork-shooting needs lately she's still not happy about the results she can get out of my consumer-grade Canon versus her old film Yashica... {sigh}

feeling: melancholy

Another audience-participation meme, this one via jrittenhouse:

Online journals are little filters that we each see every one else's lives through, the parts others choose to share with us. That said, we all think we are close, but really we seldom know *a lot* about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away.

Memage from yhlee:

Dear Constant Readers,
I have suffered complete identity-loss amnesia. Please fill in the blanks. Tell me who I am! I trust you, my loving friends, to tell me only the truth and to steer me in the right direction. I am sure no one on the internet would lie to me!

Please help me! You're my only hope!

feeling: amused

Note to Self: you used the last of the cinnamon the last time you baked.

Note to Self: ginger and nutmeg are not really adequate substitutes for cinnamon in oatmeal cookies.

Note to Self: buy more cinnamon.


Note to Self: eat cookies anyway.