long time no post
Important stuff that everybody expects mentioning:
May 2: 41 trips around the sun.
May 4: Mom and Pop's 50th anniversary.
Per my usual, I got vacation time for the week. Also per my usual, nothing got done.
Pop gave me a card and $125 check. Ray gave me a card and $20 cash. The week before, Mom had Ray come up to clean the carpet in my room and declared that to be my birthday present. My inner sanctum is turned upside down, with less than a day's warning. My most valued physical possessions, my books, are arbitrarily declared to be worthless trash. Some birthday gift, lady.
Stuff in the order I bother to remember:
Because I'm pretty sure nobody saw the edit to my last post: http://revolvemerchandise.shop/ipecac-music/valve-studio-orchestra-fight-songs-music-of-team-fortress-2-lp
Broke my glasses by falling asleep with them on and then rolling on them. Left side repair involved a paperclip.
No progress on the computer. The sound card is dying on my old computer. I get static after extended playing. So do I finally start back on the new master build? Nope. Instead I got re-interested in Mass Effect. Decided to go ahead and get ME1 on Origin, since ME2 was "On the House" a while back. Not a total waste, Origin's ME1 comes with Bring Down the Sky and Pinnacle Station. No I don't have any of the DLCs requiring BioWare Points. If you want me to buy something then let me freaking buy it! Don't make me spend real money for fake "virtual" money to get stuff!
Oh, by the way: The Steam install of ME2 does *not* play nice with the Origin install of ME2.
Not having the new rig up and running is all me being lazy up until Pop got his leg cut off. Then it was all about me having to have an ear open for Mom or Pop asking for help.
My last "real" post might have given the impression all Mom does is complain. That's not totally fair. She's the only one in the family with actual medical experience. So she's the one qualified to do things like check for drainage and . . . catheters.
But she does spew out a constant stream of criticism all the while. "Keep your body in between your hands! Don't get too far forward! Carl! Grab he belt!"
Most of the immediate difficulty was the drugs they had him on post-op. Now that he's mostly off those, he's doing a lot better, thinking a lot clearer. Which, unfortunately, means he can dwell upon his lack of independence and brood about being "kept."
Albert "Gene Catlow" Temple. I don't put furry front and center, but browsing furry art has been the bulk of my web-surf routine ever since I found out the U of A computer labs were not strictly school business only, the days of Mosaic and Netscape 1.1, back when the VCL was Brian Antoine's personal collection of furry art and the SCFA was the only archive that displayed in html instead of ftp:// . My reaction upon learning how old he was, was to go "Man! I did not know he was that old!" Granted 59 is a young age to die, but that's up near Steve Gallacci. Back in Yerf days, forum posts and picture descriptions would have happy announcements of being accepted to Blah-Blah Artschool or Somethingeruther Animation Program. I figured he was a college guy like me, not an adult playing with the all the kids.
The apparent exodus to Dreamwidth. I'm not leaving LJ. I bought a permanent membership and Ima goin' to use it. The real question is am I going to start including checking in on DW as part of my web-surf routine. At least until I figure out who's DW-only and who I really want to stay kept-up with. At least this time, my preferred username is waiting for me. Not like Twitter. I thought Twitter was for people who couldn't make a proper blog-post and when it turned into a place a lot of artists claim as their sole hang-out, all the good usernames were gone. Anyway, might spruce up my DW enough to at least look like it belongs to someone.
Back to the grind. Barring something unexpected, I won't be taking more vacation until the winter holidays.
May 2: 41 trips around the sun.
May 4: Mom and Pop's 50th anniversary.
Per my usual, I got vacation time for the week. Also per my usual, nothing got done.
Pop gave me a card and $125 check. Ray gave me a card and $20 cash. The week before, Mom had Ray come up to clean the carpet in my room and declared that to be my birthday present. My inner sanctum is turned upside down, with less than a day's warning. My most valued physical possessions, my books, are arbitrarily declared to be worthless trash. Some birthday gift, lady.
Stuff in the order I bother to remember:
Because I'm pretty sure nobody saw the edit to my last post: http://revolvemerchandise.shop/ipecac-music/valve-studio-orchestra-fight-songs-music-of-team-fortress-2-lp
Broke my glasses by falling asleep with them on and then rolling on them. Left side repair involved a paperclip.
No progress on the computer. The sound card is dying on my old computer. I get static after extended playing. So do I finally start back on the new master build? Nope. Instead I got re-interested in Mass Effect. Decided to go ahead and get ME1 on Origin, since ME2 was "On the House" a while back. Not a total waste, Origin's ME1 comes with Bring Down the Sky and Pinnacle Station. No I don't have any of the DLCs requiring BioWare Points. If you want me to buy something then let me freaking buy it! Don't make me spend real money for fake "virtual" money to get stuff!
Oh, by the way: The Steam install of ME2 does *not* play nice with the Origin install of ME2.
Not having the new rig up and running is all me being lazy up until Pop got his leg cut off. Then it was all about me having to have an ear open for Mom or Pop asking for help.
My last "real" post might have given the impression all Mom does is complain. That's not totally fair. She's the only one in the family with actual medical experience. So she's the one qualified to do things like check for drainage and . . . catheters.
But she does spew out a constant stream of criticism all the while. "Keep your body in between your hands! Don't get too far forward! Carl! Grab he belt!"
Most of the immediate difficulty was the drugs they had him on post-op. Now that he's mostly off those, he's doing a lot better, thinking a lot clearer. Which, unfortunately, means he can dwell upon his lack of independence and brood about being "kept."
Albert "Gene Catlow" Temple. I don't put furry front and center, but browsing furry art has been the bulk of my web-surf routine ever since I found out the U of A computer labs were not strictly school business only, the days of Mosaic and Netscape 1.1, back when the VCL was Brian Antoine's personal collection of furry art and the SCFA was the only archive that displayed in html instead of ftp:// . My reaction upon learning how old he was, was to go "Man! I did not know he was that old!" Granted 59 is a young age to die, but that's up near Steve Gallacci. Back in Yerf days, forum posts and picture descriptions would have happy announcements of being accepted to Blah-Blah Artschool or Somethingeruther Animation Program. I figured he was a college guy like me, not an adult playing with the all the kids.
The apparent exodus to Dreamwidth. I'm not leaving LJ. I bought a permanent membership and Ima goin' to use it. The real question is am I going to start including checking in on DW as part of my web-surf routine. At least until I figure out who's DW-only and who I really want to stay kept-up with. At least this time, my preferred username is waiting for me. Not like Twitter. I thought Twitter was for people who couldn't make a proper blog-post and when it turned into a place a lot of artists claim as their sole hang-out, all the good usernames were gone. Anyway, might spruce up my DW enough to at least look like it belongs to someone.
Back to the grind. Barring something unexpected, I won't be taking more vacation until the winter holidays.