Now with 75% more babble
Spent an hour figuring out how to install Firefox 3.6 on netbook, as Firefox 2.0 insisted there were no updates to check for under help button. Feel empowered. (Downloaded file three times to different locations before giving up on following Firefox's 'installing on a linux system' instructions and googling them specifically for the Aspire One. (In retrospect, understanding the commands would be good, as well as what a file's full address is, because I'm pretty certain that was the problem. I miss being able to right click and tell an application to install itself. Still uncertain as to what sort of command tar is (extract, maybe?), but thanks to xkcd, I know sudo means 'do this.' Am likely insult to all female geeks everywhere, as possibly am only a poser.)
Also, should possibly not do software upgrades while sick. Slows thinking processes down, as well as constant interruption of work to blow nose/sneeze continuously/hack up a lung. (Let us not talk about that time where I spent eight hours updating Windows XP enough to run Josh's HP server software. Stupid service pack 2 requirements. (Why yes, I had turned off the updater a bazillion years ago, why do you ask?)) Also, less of a problem falling asleep mid-thought. (Have woken up three times today. One time was Dad wondering if I would be in to work. Whoops. Possibly should have called him first time I woke up.) Thankfully, kettle whistle very loud.
Sad thing about sick days when sick is you're too sick to enjoy them. This would be perfect time to hog Josh's projector, but constant napping would keep me from being able to play anything or actually see a movie in one sitting. Have actually spent the last four hours trying to write this post.
Was rereading my Chicks in Chainmail books the other day. One of my personal favorites stories is "The Girl’s Guide to Defeating the Dark Lord". It reminded me a great deal of John Moore's Heroics for Beginners (which I still mourn the misplacement of, three years after the fact. Note to self, get around to replacing it.) With anthologies, I tend not to notice authors, just burn through the stories and bitch about there not being more. (Although I suppose there are sometimes more stories, since Mercedes Lackey's Vows and Honor series got started off in one of Marion Zimmer Bradley's Sword and Sorceresss collections. (Though I couldn't tell you which, because I've only read three, and there's at least 21 of them.))
Er, have completely lost control of that paragraph. I'd start again, but it'd only go weird places again and, you people are used to it coming from me and know to skip the parentheses if you really want to know what I meant to talk about and not what sidetracked me. (Would it help if I color-coordinated them? Asides blue, further asides green, oh my god do you know how to stop already in mauve? (Universally recognized color for danger! Okay, all two of the Doctor Who fans got that, the rest are bored.))
So, 'The Girl's Guide to Defeating the Dark Lord.' I go, hey, is this written by John Moore? Because, you know, hilariousness. Flip back to beginning of the story, am informed it's the first published work of one Miss Cassandra Claire. Go, no way, that has to be a coincidence.
Cassandra Claire, if you think back, like, ten years ago when The Lord of the Rings movies came out (Seriously? Ten years? *double-checks dates. Feels old.*), is a name you might remember. (I know it was back when I got kicks out of fanfiction.net and liked doing searches using 'humor, sort by number of reviews'. I possibly left nasty notes. And even more probably, don't feel sorry about them. Anyways...) If not, you'll at least remember her work. She wrote The Very Secret Diaries. I know I use 'still the prettiest'. (Also, occasionally think about stubble updates re:boyfriend. Have yet to see manly. Perhaps will not share this with him, will hurt his feelings.)
She's got a book series in the YA section now, with a prequel series in the works. I'ma gonna take a huge pass on it, because I'm a snob about YA and remember the OMGDRAMA that constantly surrounded her work. But the nostalgia was fun. (Even if I do wonder about how immature I had to have been, for all that I thought I was mature at the time. Perhaps best not to reminisce again. Will only feel I was very young and foolish again.)
Still not the king.
Also, should possibly not do software upgrades while sick. Slows thinking processes down, as well as constant interruption of work to blow nose/sneeze continuously/hack up a lung. (Let us not talk about that time where I spent eight hours updating Windows XP enough to run Josh's HP server software. Stupid service pack 2 requirements. (Why yes, I had turned off the updater a bazillion years ago, why do you ask?)) Also, less of a problem falling asleep mid-thought. (Have woken up three times today. One time was Dad wondering if I would be in to work. Whoops. Possibly should have called him first time I woke up.) Thankfully, kettle whistle very loud.
Sad thing about sick days when sick is you're too sick to enjoy them. This would be perfect time to hog Josh's projector, but constant napping would keep me from being able to play anything or actually see a movie in one sitting. Have actually spent the last four hours trying to write this post.
Was rereading my Chicks in Chainmail books the other day. One of my personal favorites stories is "The Girl’s Guide to Defeating the Dark Lord". It reminded me a great deal of John Moore's Heroics for Beginners (which I still mourn the misplacement of, three years after the fact. Note to self, get around to replacing it.) With anthologies, I tend not to notice authors, just burn through the stories and bitch about there not being more. (Although I suppose there are sometimes more stories, since Mercedes Lackey's Vows and Honor series got started off in one of Marion Zimmer Bradley's Sword and Sorceresss collections. (Though I couldn't tell you which, because I've only read three, and there's at least 21 of them.))
Er, have completely lost control of that paragraph. I'd start again, but it'd only go weird places again and, you people are used to it coming from me and know to skip the parentheses if you really want to know what I meant to talk about and not what sidetracked me. (Would it help if I color-coordinated them? Asides blue, further asides green, oh my god do you know how to stop already in mauve? (Universally recognized color for danger! Okay, all two of the Doctor Who fans got that, the rest are bored.))
So, 'The Girl's Guide to Defeating the Dark Lord.' I go, hey, is this written by John Moore? Because, you know, hilariousness. Flip back to beginning of the story, am informed it's the first published work of one Miss Cassandra Claire. Go, no way, that has to be a coincidence.
Cassandra Claire, if you think back, like, ten years ago when The Lord of the Rings movies came out (Seriously? Ten years? *double-checks dates. Feels old.*), is a name you might remember. (I know it was back when I got kicks out of fanfiction.net and liked doing searches using 'humor, sort by number of reviews'. I possibly left nasty notes. And even more probably, don't feel sorry about them. Anyways...) If not, you'll at least remember her work. She wrote The Very Secret Diaries. I know I use 'still the prettiest'. (Also, occasionally think about stubble updates re:boyfriend. Have yet to see manly. Perhaps will not share this with him, will hurt his feelings.)
She's got a book series in the YA section now, with a prequel series in the works. I'ma gonna take a huge pass on it, because I'm a snob about YA and remember the OMGDRAMA that constantly surrounded her work. But the nostalgia was fun. (Even if I do wonder about how immature I had to have been, for all that I thought I was mature at the time. Perhaps best not to reminisce again. Will only feel I was very young and foolish again.)
Still not the king.