Those of you who are stalking me will know already that this has not been the easiest few weeks of my life to say the least. The magic smoke came out of my computer in the middle of April - it being the season for the 1999 / 2000 vintage machines to up and die all of a sudden - and like a complete dick I had neither backups nor an on-hand emergency at-least-it-gets-online machine.
This kind of fucked up the cartoons for a bit and I missed a couple of updates - to my total horror - until I cobbled together an old laptop of my dad's, Damn Small Linux (which is a damn fine distro, btw), and the fucking firmware required for my piece of shit broadband modemmy thing. Bastard Alcatel bastards requiring firmware. Bastards.
It has totally fucked up my recording schedule too, of course, since the laptop is one of those that thinks it has a soundcard but actually does not, and I now realise why maybe a PCI styley proper one was as cheap is it was. This is my excuse for non-participation in the last MFC and I am sticking to it. Annoying though.
With luck I will get to pick up another old cast-off machine tomorrow and see whether my old HDDs are fried.
Hardware question. When a machine dies because the magic smoke has come out of what looks like a capacitor, and results in behaviour such that when you try and switch it on, all it does is send pulses through all the LED's that continue to peter out even after the power switch is turned to Off, a little like a delay pedal or something, that's probably not great news for any magnetic-type devices that might be hooked up at the time, am I right? As in, I might really have lost everything after all.
Other than that, life on $Dating_Site has gone bezerk with the advent of spring, and I am now being stalked by several unsuitable women of the female persuasion, some of whom I actually like, though I probably shouldn't. More news when hell finally freezes over, which I believe is planned for June.
I wish I'd made it to LHusi drinks, but the truth is that my precarious financial situation is such that I couldn't even afford a travelcard that day, let alone a pint, so I let discretion be the better part of valour.
I fucking love you guys. You do know that, don't you. Yes you do.
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