Anti-productivity
Oh, I am the funny one. In yesterday's entry, I said that the printer's instructions didn't mention anything specific about installing drivers. Well... it turns out that I missed the very last step of the wireless instructions: "Continue on to Section D." -- which was all about installing the driver software.
So it turns out I'm a guy after all.
Software is installed now. I haven't really explored the additional stuff included. I know there's a photo editor, which might be a good thing. In cleaning off the area where this printer would be, I found the disc with my previous photo editor -- so even if I can't get the hang of the new one, I can install the old one again! (And get rid of the crappy one that was part of the Word Perfect Suite 8.)
I'm a cheapskate. I can only afford free or highly discounted productivity software.
Speaking of productivity, mine was pretty minor last night. I did a little bit of editing, but wasn't really in the mood to go hard-core. I got through about 20 minutes of audio, though, so it wasn't total slacking, either.
The funny thing, but not in an amusing way, is that as I was running through the audio, I hit a spot where the person in my ear dropped the falafel-bomb. Usually I remember these from the nights in question, because it's from either SquidLord or wendiigo, and it's in the back of my mind as an editing point. (Adding the bleep.)
The funny part (but again... not in an amusing way) was that the person in my ear... was myself. In one of my many, many failed attempts at "winging it" during the movie review over the nearly two years I've been doing this podcast thing, I found myself frustrated at my inability to compose a sentence that got the idea across but didn't contain redundant phrasing.
Needless to say, the falafel-bomb got snipped.
My sister plans to kidnap me after work today. There is some kind of performance situation that one of the girls is in, and I've been invited to be in attendance. I'm not particularly in the mood, but I've already agreed.
Then again, considering that the last time I saw them was Christmas Eve, it's well past time to have a visit of some sort. I tried to go to bed somewhat early-ish last night to make sure I'm not ready to fall asleep by the time this program starts.
And I'm out of things to report, because mine is such a mundane life. (And yet I enjoy it. I'm a strange puppy.)
See you tomorrow with the yawn-by-yawn of tonight's event.