In which Ten has a really long day
Or so it feels like. Penko called me to wake me up a little after six (I'd asked); I got home probably a little after nine.
In-between, I did a minor bit of shopping (socks! folders!), finished off my syllabus (or what I needed to do on it), taught my first class of the semester, then got called on as the Tech to fix up a computer and boy, that took forever.
Vista rollbacks suck, incidentally. You hear about it on the Internet enough that oh, must be easy! But no, you cannot put XP over Vista directly, so you have to format the drive, only sometimes that won't take (NO SERIOUSLY) and there's messing around with boot order and figuring out if the drives are SATA and what you need to do to get around that.
And then you get it installed--which takes a bunch chunk of time with the formatting and all--and you have to go looking for drivers. Which is especially hard if the computer you're working on can't connect to the Internet because OH, that's one of the drivers you're missing!
I read half a book while doing this work.
So I normally don't indulge in the clothing talk, for I am The Walking Manatee and all, but since I mentioned pondering clothing last night, might as well get that down.
I went with all black to go with the new heels. I dunno why I've been on a heels kick, but ever since the combination of Heinlein and working at Target turned me on to the whole shoe thing, I've been stealthily collecting additions to the usual "tennis shoes" repetoire. My very well worn Mary Janes. The brown shoes of clompy bad-assery (thank you again, Ducky and Penko!). And now, these. Which are the first real heels in my posession since I went to prom in four inch shoes.
(Small leaps, me? Nevah.)
(Incidentally, it's awesome to live down the street from a shoe store with an online inventory. Whee!)
So anyways, I throw on some black pants and then go through the closet for tops. Pull out an old stand-by--no. Nice neckline, but the stretch just isn't looking stretchy enough. Pull out another shirt, but though the fit is nice, there's strings and weird sleeves and no, pass on that, too. However, it has a cousin...
Ah, said GoldiTen, this shirt is perfect! (It's like personifying the Golden Mean, woo.)
All dudded up, I head out the door. Have to stop and pick up socks (my one bit of shopping), then onto school.
I walk up the breezeway to see E and Dee coming out the door, as E's class is coming up. I call out "Good luck!" a few times before Dee notices and points me out to E.
Who goes, "All dressed up! And nice shoes!"
And Dee adds, "I like the shirt."
\o/
Mind you, it's just for the first day of class. But it's nice to get a little return out of the investment. Especially from E, who is pretty stereotypically blind to changes in appearance.
(He really liked the shoes. It was kinda amusing.)
Incidentally, much as I liked the awesome shoes, they hurt quite a bit after three or so hours of wear. But that's why I brought a change of shoes to school.
Tomorrow is a no class day, but I need to hammer out my lecture notes for Thursday. Figure out the rest of my work schedule. And more than likely, deal with more computer stuff. Woo.
In-between, I did a minor bit of shopping (socks! folders!), finished off my syllabus (or what I needed to do on it), taught my first class of the semester, then got called on as the Tech to fix up a computer and boy, that took forever.
Vista rollbacks suck, incidentally. You hear about it on the Internet enough that oh, must be easy! But no, you cannot put XP over Vista directly, so you have to format the drive, only sometimes that won't take (NO SERIOUSLY) and there's messing around with boot order and figuring out if the drives are SATA and what you need to do to get around that.
And then you get it installed--which takes a bunch chunk of time with the formatting and all--and you have to go looking for drivers. Which is especially hard if the computer you're working on can't connect to the Internet because OH, that's one of the drivers you're missing!
I read half a book while doing this work.
So I normally don't indulge in the clothing talk, for I am The Walking Manatee and all, but since I mentioned pondering clothing last night, might as well get that down.
I went with all black to go with the new heels. I dunno why I've been on a heels kick, but ever since the combination of Heinlein and working at Target turned me on to the whole shoe thing, I've been stealthily collecting additions to the usual "tennis shoes" repetoire. My very well worn Mary Janes. The brown shoes of clompy bad-assery (thank you again, Ducky and Penko!). And now, these. Which are the first real heels in my posession since I went to prom in four inch shoes.
(Small leaps, me? Nevah.)
(Incidentally, it's awesome to live down the street from a shoe store with an online inventory. Whee!)
So anyways, I throw on some black pants and then go through the closet for tops. Pull out an old stand-by--no. Nice neckline, but the stretch just isn't looking stretchy enough. Pull out another shirt, but though the fit is nice, there's strings and weird sleeves and no, pass on that, too. However, it has a cousin...
Ah, said GoldiTen, this shirt is perfect! (It's like personifying the Golden Mean, woo.)
All dudded up, I head out the door. Have to stop and pick up socks (my one bit of shopping), then onto school.
I walk up the breezeway to see E and Dee coming out the door, as E's class is coming up. I call out "Good luck!" a few times before Dee notices and points me out to E.
Who goes, "All dressed up! And nice shoes!"
And Dee adds, "I like the shirt."
\o/
Mind you, it's just for the first day of class. But it's nice to get a little return out of the investment. Especially from E, who is pretty stereotypically blind to changes in appearance.
(He really liked the shoes. It was kinda amusing.)
Incidentally, much as I liked the awesome shoes, they hurt quite a bit after three or so hours of wear. But that's why I brought a change of shoes to school.
Tomorrow is a no class day, but I need to hammer out my lecture notes for Thursday. Figure out the rest of my work schedule. And more than likely, deal with more computer stuff. Woo.