random Friday is random
God, where's this week gone? I've frittered it utterly. I think I'm still glandular: I seem to be doing anything through syrup, incompetently. These workshop minutes I'm supposed to be writing are taking forever, with maximum distractions and lack of focus, and I seem to have a two-minute attention span at best. Therefore, bring on your wayward puppies!
- I should have a lovely photo for you of today's thick mist, which was down on our level when I left home this morning, and which crept up to campus shortly thereafter. I love mist. I don't love realising that I cannibalised my camera batteries for my mouse a week or so ago, and forgot to replace them when I bought new ones. I'm a twit. A twit who is clearly not taking nearly enough photos. C-, Must Do Better.
- This is an interesting discussion about introverts (courtesy, I think, of Felicia Day), with which I resonated a great deal. (Shut up, stv). I feel strangely less guilty that I spend the bulk of my evenings on my own. I'm definitely a recharge-in-solitude sort of person, but recently a lot of that's also my job, I think: far too much of my day is about surprisingly intense interaction with people I don't know.
- My new netbook is a Packard Bell Dot S2, and I am the world's most total dweeb at its touchpad interface; we are, however, getting acquainted slowly, there will definitely be a second date and probably flowers. I am kicking myself for not acquiring a wireless modem. However, I did intelligently acquire a four-port modem when we set up the ADSL, so I can at least connect to the internet at home. By sod's law, of course the campus wireless zone does not include my office. Phooey. Also, Incredible Connection has absolutely the worst customer service I've seen in years: five assistants crammed behind the counter, talking and laughing, while I wandered the aisles lost and ignored in my quest for network cables. And the idiot guy who eventually helped me did so on the run, in about five seconds, and refused to believe that what I actually wanted was a USB cable, not the usual computer-to-computer one, so of course the one he sold me wasn't correct. More phooey.
- Loving the discipline of these Minifics. If my last one was an exercise in feeling and image, this week's is an attempt to get an entire theme, backstory, narrative, characterisation, closure and moral into 232 words. Via fantasy clichés. My besetting narrative sins are insecurity and hubris.