A pretty hole in my mind

Ugh. Since the hard drive died I've had disturbing, uncomfortable dreams every time I've fallen asleep. Last night I dreamed that trippy37 had lent me a laptop and I'd left it in a college classroom after I'd dropped out of the classes.

We went to the college to look for it, and the building was full of happy drunk obnoxiously young people who laughed at me for leaving something valuable there and wouldn't even let us in to search - futile as I knew searching would have been. I knew I'd never be able to replace it.

Don't you love it when even your subconscious thinks you're a useless unreliable waste of skin? Fuck off, brain.

I shouldn't bitch about Knoppix, because it's the only thing getting me online, but it sucks. It defaults to a really annoying screen resolution that makes everything look huge and blocky and I can't find out where to change it. I had a moment's optimism when I found the "save configuration" command, but that only allows me to save to the RAMdisk. You never realise how much you rely on your bookmarks till you lose them all. And I can't watch TV or play any music that wasn't already on Drive D... thank goodness my TMTCH and Graham Parker stashes were there, but thinking of all the stuff that wasn't depresses me unutterably.

A pretty hole in my mind

Ugh. Since the hard drive died I've had disturbing, uncomfortable dreams every time I've fallen asleep. Last night I dreamed that trippy37 had lent me a laptop and I'd left it in a college classroom after I'd dropped out of the classes.

We went to the college to look for it, and the building was full of happy drunk obnoxiously young people who laughed at me for leaving something valuable there and wouldn't even let us in to search - futile as I knew searching would have been. I knew I'd never be able to replace it.

Don't you love it when even your subconscious thinks you're a useless unreliable waste of skin? Fuck off, brain.

I shouldn't bitch about Knoppix, because it's the only thing getting me online, but it sucks. It defaults to a really annoying screen resolution that makes everything look huge and blocky and I can't find out where to change it. I had a moment's optimism when I found the "save configuration" command, but that only allows me to save to the RAMdisk. You never realise how much you rely on your bookmarks till you lose them all. And I can't watch TV or play any music that wasn't already on Drive D... thank goodness my TMTCH and Graham Parker stashes were there, but thinking of all the stuff that wasn't depresses me unutterably.

In a thousand pieces all over the place

My lipsalve rolled off my desktop and I had Shona on my lap, so I made a mental note to fish it out from under the desk later.

Heard a clattery noise just now, and there's Evil Elda playing football with it all up and down the hallway. She loves that smooth hard floor there and the way she can make things (or herself) skid all over it...

In a thousand pieces all over the place

My lipsalve rolled off my desktop and I had Shona on my lap, so I made a mental note to fish it out from under the desk later.

Heard a clattery noise just now, and there's Evil Elda playing football with it all up and down the hallway. She loves that smooth hard floor there and the way she can make things (or herself) skid all over it...

Poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail

Three squirrels, one cat, one Collie cross, one GSD, one big Pit-style Staff and one Jack Russell, all in the same four hundred yards of road? That has to be some sort of record, and I'm not even counting the outdoor Rotties; Murphy's law dictated that all this had to happen as close to their house as we ever get and they were even more hysterically noisy than Spike. My shoulder is wrenched, Spike's brains are leaking out of his ears and poor Squish may be traumatised for life.

I can usually divert Spike from bellowing abuse at other dogs by calming signals, dancing and perhaps a round of leash-tug but it was all too much this time. Call me a bad owner if you like, but I took hold of his scruff and growled ENOUGH! into his ear instead. That worked though.

Poisoned in the bushes, blown out on the trail

Three squirrels, one cat, one Collie cross, one GSD, one big Pit-style Staff and one Jack Russell, all in the same four hundred yards of road? That has to be some sort of record, and I'm not even counting the outdoor Rotties; Murphy's law dictated that all this had to happen as close to their house as we ever get and they were even more hysterically noisy than Spike. My shoulder is wrenched, Spike's brains are leaking out of his ears and poor Squish may be traumatised for life.

I can usually divert Spike from bellowing abuse at other dogs by calming signals, dancing and perhaps a round of leash-tug but it was all too much this time. Call me a bad owner if you like, but I took hold of his scruff and growled ENOUGH! into his ear instead. That worked though.

When the snakes come marching in

You know you've spent far too much time obsessively reading hogwarts_live character journal back entries when you catch yourself mentally sorting your dogs into Hogwarts houses.

(I'm now up to February 2005, thanks to being more than usually bored and loose-endy with no C-drive, and therefore no uploading, downloading or IM. That's also why I've made so many entries today. Sorry.)

When the snakes come marching in

You know you've spent far too much time obsessively reading hogwarts_live character journal back entries when you catch yourself mentally sorting your dogs into Hogwarts houses.

(I'm now up to February 2005, thanks to being more than usually bored and loose-endy with no C-drive, and therefore no uploading, downloading or IM. That's also why I've made so many entries today. Sorry.)