Toward the Terra
I wrote this last night, but as usual, OPOY was having unimaginable difficulties keeping their nameservers up.
Perhaps the only fault I found in Mushishi was that the finale didn't bring much in the way of closure. But some faery tales may be better off without the happily ever after.
Toward the Terra, on the other hand, slowly picked up its pace, until the final episodes brought the story to a climax wholly worthy of being called a space opera. It could be that it's the single shot of rum and two glasses of distilled caffeine speaking, but as the pieces fell into place one by one and the depth of the final conflict was revealed, I felt like applauding. With a conclusion like that, I think I can forgive the teenage space academy drama in the sixth episode.
Monday - being the kind of day it is - brought with it a minute disaster. My roommate had to reinstall XP. Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal, of course, as such occurrences are a perfectly normal part of windows box maintenance, but this time some sinister force prevented the OS from recognizing and taking advantage of the second NIC. Thus our three-man crew was stranded without a lifeline. Persistent reiteration of the driver installation measures provided no solution as the system stubbornly quoth: "Nevermore!" Today I tried to revive my linux box that had suffered a hard drive failure some months prior, driving us back at the mercy of Microsoft produce. My efforts proved futile. First the gentoo minimal installer did not find the pppoe setup script that it should have and then the ubuntu server edition installer couldn't quite grasp the possibility of someone using USB-only HIDs. (USB keyboards? The audacity!) Thus I had to grasp at straws and procure a shiny new router/hub/wlan hub/coffee roaster/ground assault mecha. Even then I had to turn half of my posters upside down, sprinkle around the blood of stillborn swine, and - gasp! - RTFM before our connection was restored to its former glory and we could stop holding our collective breaths.
It could still be the caffeine, but I find myself tapping at the desk at an alarming rate. The other explanation is nicotine withdrawal. In my quest for the perfect bad habit smoking was the next logical choice after coffee, tea, alcohol and WoW. Such an easy one to pick up too. It incorporated itself into daily life with such nonchalance that after a couple of packs it I felt like I had always done it. That's probably as good a reason as any to kick it. I wonder how long the process will take and if I'll ever be able to smoke casually again.
Perhaps the only fault I found in Mushishi was that the finale didn't bring much in the way of closure. But some faery tales may be better off without the happily ever after.
Toward the Terra, on the other hand, slowly picked up its pace, until the final episodes brought the story to a climax wholly worthy of being called a space opera. It could be that it's the single shot of rum and two glasses of distilled caffeine speaking, but as the pieces fell into place one by one and the depth of the final conflict was revealed, I felt like applauding. With a conclusion like that, I think I can forgive the teenage space academy drama in the sixth episode.
Monday - being the kind of day it is - brought with it a minute disaster. My roommate had to reinstall XP. Normally it wouldn't be such a big deal, of course, as such occurrences are a perfectly normal part of windows box maintenance, but this time some sinister force prevented the OS from recognizing and taking advantage of the second NIC. Thus our three-man crew was stranded without a lifeline. Persistent reiteration of the driver installation measures provided no solution as the system stubbornly quoth: "Nevermore!" Today I tried to revive my linux box that had suffered a hard drive failure some months prior, driving us back at the mercy of Microsoft produce. My efforts proved futile. First the gentoo minimal installer did not find the pppoe setup script that it should have and then the ubuntu server edition installer couldn't quite grasp the possibility of someone using USB-only HIDs. (USB keyboards? The audacity!) Thus I had to grasp at straws and procure a shiny new router/hub/wlan hub/coffee roaster/ground assault mecha. Even then I had to turn half of my posters upside down, sprinkle around the blood of stillborn swine, and - gasp! - RTFM before our connection was restored to its former glory and we could stop holding our collective breaths.
It could still be the caffeine, but I find myself tapping at the desk at an alarming rate. The other explanation is nicotine withdrawal. In my quest for the perfect bad habit smoking was the next logical choice after coffee, tea, alcohol and WoW. Such an easy one to pick up too. It incorporated itself into daily life with such nonchalance that after a couple of packs it I felt like I had always done it. That's probably as good a reason as any to kick it. I wonder how long the process will take and if I'll ever be able to smoke casually again.