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Caution: Pseudo-Geek at work
Nov. 7th, 2010 06:27 pmIt's all bluff, really. This is known. (Which of course takes away at least half the point of bluffing, but hey.)
Every time I sell a book, there's a bit of me that thinks "Hey, wow, fooled them again!"
Every time I boast up a new recipe or food combination, I am cringingly hopeful that nobody is going to notice - or at least announce - that of course half a million people have done this before me, and my version is barely any different from any of the others.
Etc, etc. Every aspect of my life, more or less: it's all bluff.
Every time I talk about Linux or anything computer-related, whoo yeah. Bluff to the max. I have been using PCs for a quarter of a century, and I'm still bluffing. They terrify me. This is the great investment of my life (well, bar the house, I guess - but if you add up everything I've spent on computers over that quarter-century, not bar by much), and I get dreadful anxious every time I have to change or update anything. If it ain't broke, don't fix it - so long as I have a set-up I can write on (and, now, talk to the internets), my tendency is to leave it alone. Which has led to my putting up with some shocking crap, over the years; and which is, well, not the right attitude to bring to Linux.
Which is why I fumble blindly when I have to, and bluff a lot.
Which is why I've not had a wifi network, until now: didn't need it, wired is fine, ect ect.
Wifi was a condition of Karen's coming for Xmas; she needs to work remotely while she's here.
Heh. Over the last week I have been quietly assembling what I needed: router, strategy, courage.
I just did it, I am triumphant, see me gloat: I have a wifi network running from my dual-boot machine and talking to my laptop. Job done.
Ahem.
It's all bluff: I totally cheated. Set the wifi up in Windows, rebooted into Linux and just huffed a huge sigh of relief on finding that it did still work. I thought it ought to, but, y'know. Never can tell. Well, I never can. I know nothing.
Also, I did it all sober. Wouldn't let myself have a drink till it was done.
'Scuse me, I am now going to go and explode my head. Which is pretty nigh stuffed full to bursting already, without any of this. Oy. Breathing would be nice, any time now. Can't bluff that much longer. Breathing without coughing? A gasp too far, I dare not look so high.
Every time I sell a book, there's a bit of me that thinks "Hey, wow, fooled them again!"
Every time I boast up a new recipe or food combination, I am cringingly hopeful that nobody is going to notice - or at least announce - that of course half a million people have done this before me, and my version is barely any different from any of the others.
Etc, etc. Every aspect of my life, more or less: it's all bluff.
Every time I talk about Linux or anything computer-related, whoo yeah. Bluff to the max. I have been using PCs for a quarter of a century, and I'm still bluffing. They terrify me. This is the great investment of my life (well, bar the house, I guess - but if you add up everything I've spent on computers over that quarter-century, not bar by much), and I get dreadful anxious every time I have to change or update anything. If it ain't broke, don't fix it - so long as I have a set-up I can write on (and, now, talk to the internets), my tendency is to leave it alone. Which has led to my putting up with some shocking crap, over the years; and which is, well, not the right attitude to bring to Linux.
Which is why I fumble blindly when I have to, and bluff a lot.
Which is why I've not had a wifi network, until now: didn't need it, wired is fine, ect ect.
Wifi was a condition of Karen's coming for Xmas; she needs to work remotely while she's here.
Heh. Over the last week I have been quietly assembling what I needed: router, strategy, courage.
I just did it, I am triumphant, see me gloat: I have a wifi network running from my dual-boot machine and talking to my laptop. Job done.
Ahem.
It's all bluff: I totally cheated. Set the wifi up in Windows, rebooted into Linux and just huffed a huge sigh of relief on finding that it did still work. I thought it ought to, but, y'know. Never can tell. Well, I never can. I know nothing.
Also, I did it all sober. Wouldn't let myself have a drink till it was done.
'Scuse me, I am now going to go and explode my head. Which is pretty nigh stuffed full to bursting already, without any of this. Oy. Breathing would be nice, any time now. Can't bluff that much longer. Breathing without coughing? A gasp too far, I dare not look so high.