I am powerless to alter any action you may take
Having declared that my advancing age was making all-nighters unworkable, I quite naturally repeated the experience. The events of the CURS 24-hour itself, in which an Abyssal fortress was stormed and Reality was broken, are more coherently chronicled elsewhere. I showed up late, as Getting Up Technique rapidly metamorphosed into Ceiling Examination Style, and spent much of it dozing. The game ended early, due to reality-breaking, giving chess and myself the chance to get to church. There was dancing. It was fun. There was also a talk, through which I dozed intermittently. It seemed to reduce to "substitutionary atonement is *right*, okay?", though, so I don't think I missed much.
I *tried* to persuade Michelle to go home and lose consciousness, but she D&D'd instead, dragging me along. I thought knocking her out and putting her over my shoulder would be inappropriate in public, rather impolite, and beyond my skills, in about that order. Don't worry, Naath - your character died heroically. Well, almost.
TodayIAmMostly swearing at my package manager. It seems, to update such-and-such a library, it needs to update the whole of Gnome, and rebuild everything which depends on that library. This is taking a while. Various details of the whole affair have also resulted in it trying, several times, to back up a 300MB package to my 80MB /var partition. It's possible this behaviour can be inhibited; I rather hope it'll work this time around.
Also, LiveJournal seems not to feel the need to allow text clients to post comments. You're allowed to update your journal, but the button on the comment screen seems not to be there. It's possible it's hiding. The textiness of my client is a result of this huge updating thing - I'm not sure whether it's Gnome's fault, or FreeBSD's.
And now, I should rush to the CTS meeting, having comprehensively missed rehearsals. Or possibly just amble, show up very late, then wander off to GamesEvening.
I *tried* to persuade Michelle to go home and lose consciousness, but she D&D'd instead, dragging me along. I thought knocking her out and putting her over my shoulder would be inappropriate in public, rather impolite, and beyond my skills, in about that order. Don't worry, Naath - your character died heroically. Well, almost.
TodayIAmMostly swearing at my package manager. It seems, to update such-and-such a library, it needs to update the whole of Gnome, and rebuild everything which depends on that library. This is taking a while. Various details of the whole affair have also resulted in it trying, several times, to back up a 300MB package to my 80MB /var partition. It's possible this behaviour can be inhibited; I rather hope it'll work this time around.
Also, LiveJournal seems not to feel the need to allow text clients to post comments. You're allowed to update your journal, but the button on the comment screen seems not to be there. It's possible it's hiding. The textiness of my client is a result of this huge updating thing - I'm not sure whether it's Gnome's fault, or FreeBSD's.
And now, I should rush to the CTS meeting, having comprehensively missed rehearsals. Or possibly just amble, show up very late, then wander off to GamesEvening.