this is the straw, final straw
Forgot in all the virus excitement yesterday to mention who I saw when I got home from the boardwalk. One of our cats is back. The multi, not the black one. (They're not really ours, of course, what with me being allergic.) I still don't know whose it is, but it was just sitting there, blase as anything under the carport. So I didn't pull all the way through and expected it to run as I got out of the car, but it just got up and followed me nearly to the door and sat on the sidewalk between the front door and the car and just sat there and stared at me... (A friend once explained that cats are emotional wind socks and they seek out people in strife and conflict and angst and all sorts of draining emotions. Bear this in mind later...)
I was watching NCIS for commentaries (before taking them back to the library), and laughing So Very Hard at Pauley and Michael (Abby and Tony) doing 'Bloodbath.' I watched them do 'Frame-Up' and they were funny, but not this hi-larious. (Yes, I am geek enough that I watched it on this machine again because it was too skippy on my machine.) *snort*n-kiss*snuffle* (I'm trying to hold on to the chuckles as well.)
And I'm sick of talking about my computer. So I won't tell you that de-virusing my baby frelled her all to Hades again. I can't left click on any icon (except for documents directly on my desktop) without having to right click and hit 'start.' I try to open things in my Start Menu and get 'this application does not exist.' I can't open iTunes AT ALL. And since I have documents on my desktop, I can open them and then bring up a blank document and start again. But it's really pissing me off and I don't want to have to call Verizon AGAIN. Because I have other shit to do and errands to run and places to go, for frak's sake.
(But I did and I'm still waiting for the Tech Support *eyeroll* Supervisor to call me back and explain why, when I buy program/service X from them and STILL get a virus and then call and after wasting two hours of my life Person D wipes said virus from my computer but then I can't open most of my software and then explain all this fairly succintly to Tech Support but still have to wait another hour and a half to be told that it's a software issue (as in, my software, nearly all of it, is corrupted) and I can either call Premium Tech Support (for an undisclosed fee, of course) or my laptop's manufacturer to fix it. (Am I the only one who thinks this makes no sense?) I may have just enough patience to deal with this supervisor, but not nearly enough to call dell and get my program disks (because I, of course, did not have the foresight to request these when they sent me the damn thing).
Hey, anybody know anything about linux? Because if I have to effing start all over, I should probably do it right. Feck.)
And because of all this shit that I'm not talking about, I can't face my taxes. Really, I just can't. I realize I have 72 hours. But my blood pressure just can't take it. I mean, I live alone. How long would it take for someone to find me if I stroked out here at home? Nope, for the sake of my health, I have to put off the taxes. And so I shall hide in food. I'm making a pannekoeken (no, that's not how it's spelled; I've never taken Dutch, so deal with it) with chocolate chips and coconut.
*wanders off to start my sugar high and find some spare sheets of bubble wrap to pop violently with my bare fingers and then maybe write some very angry, possibly even violent, stories*
I was watching NCIS for commentaries (before taking them back to the library), and laughing So Very Hard at Pauley and Michael (Abby and Tony) doing 'Bloodbath.' I watched them do 'Frame-Up' and they were funny, but not this hi-larious. (Yes, I am geek enough that I watched it on this machine again because it was too skippy on my machine.) *snort*n-kiss*snuffle* (I'm trying to hold on to the chuckles as well.)
And I'm sick of talking about my computer. So I won't tell you that de-virusing my baby frelled her all to Hades again. I can't left click on any icon (except for documents directly on my desktop) without having to right click and hit 'start.' I try to open things in my Start Menu and get 'this application does not exist.' I can't open iTunes AT ALL. And since I have documents on my desktop, I can open them and then bring up a blank document and start again. But it's really pissing me off and I don't want to have to call Verizon AGAIN. Because I have other shit to do and errands to run and places to go, for frak's sake.
(But I did and I'm still waiting for the Tech Support *eyeroll* Supervisor to call me back and explain why, when I buy program/service X from them and STILL get a virus and then call and after wasting two hours of my life Person D wipes said virus from my computer but then I can't open most of my software and then explain all this fairly succintly to Tech Support but still have to wait another hour and a half to be told that it's a software issue (as in, my software, nearly all of it, is corrupted) and I can either call Premium Tech Support (for an undisclosed fee, of course) or my laptop's manufacturer to fix it. (Am I the only one who thinks this makes no sense?) I may have just enough patience to deal with this supervisor, but not nearly enough to call dell and get my program disks (because I, of course, did not have the foresight to request these when they sent me the damn thing).
Hey, anybody know anything about linux? Because if I have to effing start all over, I should probably do it right. Feck.)
And because of all this shit that I'm not talking about, I can't face my taxes. Really, I just can't. I realize I have 72 hours. But my blood pressure just can't take it. I mean, I live alone. How long would it take for someone to find me if I stroked out here at home? Nope, for the sake of my health, I have to put off the taxes. And so I shall hide in food. I'm making a pannekoeken (no, that's not how it's spelled; I've never taken Dutch, so deal with it) with chocolate chips and coconut.
*wanders off to start my sugar high and find some spare sheets of bubble wrap to pop violently with my bare fingers and then maybe write some very angry, possibly even violent, stories*