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Sunday evening depression
Jul. 28th, 2002 07:46 pmI'm sitting on my bedroom floor. I needed to type for a few minutes, if only to take a break from thinking about computer hardware. The majority of my spare time in the past couple months has involved solving problems for home computers.
At first this was fun. I enjoyed the possibilities that were coming from dumpster-diving for computers and solving problems by hand. Then I started performing the same acts over and over, with only slight changes, to fix previous errors. Now my own computer is still not working properly and I have to use Maggie's machine just to feel sane.
I am jealous of her newer machine. It is faster, of course. Penis envy, eh? I enjoy using this machine, but I know it is not my own. I want to set up certain things, but that would be an invasion of her turf. She gave me permission, but I still feel that I'd rather leave one machine in working order while my electronic hurricanes are still swirling.
My four-year-old computer is really starting to show its age, especially when I want to watch goofy Flash things. The computer I pulled from a dumpster has a new 40 GB drive but it cannot handle anything greater than 64 MB of RAM, which is a pittance. My cousin's computer is still not ready -- I cannot find two documents that agree about getting Win2k and Linux to share a drive and boot from that drive. My one success has been getting![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-syndicated.gif)
quinnclub from disarray to happiness.
What set me off was a phone call from my mother today. She asked if I was coming to visit next weekend, which I am. She then asked if I knew about getting my dad a PC because he needs something that can read all the legal crap he now receives only by CD-ROM. So I'm building him a computer from the dumpster box -- it won't be much, but it will be enough. It will get that box out of my apartment. It will mean spending a lot of Saturday teaching him how to use it. If I'd had more time (say, had she told me last Saturday), I could've found him a pre-built box for cheap at the MIT Flea. Instead, I'm making Quasimodem.
So I'm bummed, bugged out, spun on my head. I am looking forward to work, but I'm really looking forward to being away from computers for a couple days. I won't get that for another week.
I need a back rub.
-blaaaaaaaaaah, Dante
PS: Is anyone else getting the "your password is too guessable" warning over and over? My passwords are not dictionary words. Would tossing in capital letters shut it up?
At first this was fun. I enjoyed the possibilities that were coming from dumpster-diving for computers and solving problems by hand. Then I started performing the same acts over and over, with only slight changes, to fix previous errors. Now my own computer is still not working properly and I have to use Maggie's machine just to feel sane.
I am jealous of her newer machine. It is faster, of course. Penis envy, eh? I enjoy using this machine, but I know it is not my own. I want to set up certain things, but that would be an invasion of her turf. She gave me permission, but I still feel that I'd rather leave one machine in working order while my electronic hurricanes are still swirling.
My four-year-old computer is really starting to show its age, especially when I want to watch goofy Flash things. The computer I pulled from a dumpster has a new 40 GB drive but it cannot handle anything greater than 64 MB of RAM, which is a pittance. My cousin's computer is still not ready -- I cannot find two documents that agree about getting Win2k and Linux to share a drive and boot from that drive. My one success has been getting
quinnclub from disarray to happiness.What set me off was a phone call from my mother today. She asked if I was coming to visit next weekend, which I am. She then asked if I knew about getting my dad a PC because he needs something that can read all the legal crap he now receives only by CD-ROM. So I'm building him a computer from the dumpster box -- it won't be much, but it will be enough. It will get that box out of my apartment. It will mean spending a lot of Saturday teaching him how to use it. If I'd had more time (say, had she told me last Saturday), I could've found him a pre-built box for cheap at the MIT Flea. Instead, I'm making Quasimodem.
So I'm bummed, bugged out, spun on my head. I am looking forward to work, but I'm really looking forward to being away from computers for a couple days. I won't get that for another week.
I need a back rub.
-blaaaaaaaaaah, Dante
PS: Is anyone else getting the "your password is too guessable" warning over and over? My passwords are not dictionary words. Would tossing in capital letters shut it up?
