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Jul. 20th, 2005
This kind of day has to be a Tuesday.
Jul. 20th, 2005 03:24 amMorning was me calling Qwest and complaining about their IVR, and suggesting a few solutions for it. I was good: very few of them involved reprogramming with a chainsaw. There are a lot of people upset with it.
V came over this afternoon, and I played hard-to-get with the wireless card a friend had given her and my old laptop. Or it played that with me. Or the wireless router played that with us both. We lose track of these things, ultimately.
After intermittent screaming, she took me to Fry's Electronics, where I got equipment to make the bloody thing work. I had a hard time making one of the decorative geeks understand that yes, I did indeed want both a wireless network adapter AND a regular wired NIC for the same goddamn laptop. Is there a communications blockup somewhere?
V wandered off to wherever it was that she was headed, after making plans with me for Wednesday. I beat on the wireless cards until I was to the point of tears, then (at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
wibbble's pointed suggestion) got something to eat before resuming. For whatever scary reason, installing the wired NIC made things work.
After this, random image-geeking and the slurping of things off Tigereye that don't need to be there (chat logs filed away safely), and setting things up properly for V. I have decided that since she operates better not knowing how things work, just knowing that they work and how to use them (more than that scares her, and she prefers to be patted on the head and told it's too geeky for her to understand), I can go ahead and just play with things so that she'll be almost in touch with the Information Age. *giggle* Yay Information Age. And I've got things almost set up for her to be in the writers' group e-mail list, too; I just need a few pokes-at-things from her.
Time's started moving oddly for me.
V came over this afternoon, and I played hard-to-get with the wireless card a friend had given her and my old laptop. Or it played that with me. Or the wireless router played that with us both. We lose track of these things, ultimately.
After intermittent screaming, she took me to Fry's Electronics, where I got equipment to make the bloody thing work. I had a hard time making one of the decorative geeks understand that yes, I did indeed want both a wireless network adapter AND a regular wired NIC for the same goddamn laptop. Is there a communications blockup somewhere?
V wandered off to wherever it was that she was headed, after making plans with me for Wednesday. I beat on the wireless cards until I was to the point of tears, then (at
wibbble's pointed suggestion) got something to eat before resuming. For whatever scary reason, installing the wired NIC made things work. After this, random image-geeking and the slurping of things off Tigereye that don't need to be there (chat logs filed away safely), and setting things up properly for V. I have decided that since she operates better not knowing how things work, just knowing that they work and how to use them (more than that scares her, and she prefers to be patted on the head and told it's too geeky for her to understand), I can go ahead and just play with things so that she'll be almost in touch with the Information Age. *giggle* Yay Information Age. And I've got things almost set up for her to be in the writers' group e-mail list, too; I just need a few pokes-at-things from her.
Time's started moving oddly for me.
Baby in the storm
Jul. 20th, 2005 04:36 amLast night was one of those Phoenix dust and wind storms where the rain that's supposed to hit the ground goes back up because it's too damn hot, and the trees are being ripped about by the wind and you can hardly breathe for the damp and the dust.
I pushed my way home from the bus stop and my encounter with my bondmate. As I neared my own door, I saw a long pale cat cowering near the pool. At first I thought it was the little kitten, but as I got closer, I recognized it as an older cat I usually saw sprawled out on the inside of the windowsill of a nearby apartment. She wove around, clearly desperate to get inside.
I tapped the knocker gently twice.
"Who is it?"
"Is this your cat out here?"
The door opened.
"Baby, get in here!"
Baby hesitated at the doorway. I reached down and shooed her in.
"Thanks."
I nodded to Baby's humans and went on my way.
I pushed my way home from the bus stop and my encounter with my bondmate. As I neared my own door, I saw a long pale cat cowering near the pool. At first I thought it was the little kitten, but as I got closer, I recognized it as an older cat I usually saw sprawled out on the inside of the windowsill of a nearby apartment. She wove around, clearly desperate to get inside.
I tapped the knocker gently twice.
"Who is it?"
"Is this your cat out here?"
The door opened.
"Baby, get in here!"
Baby hesitated at the doorway. I reached down and shooed her in.
"Thanks."
I nodded to Baby's humans and went on my way.
