Pfui

[desperance]

I dunno, I seem to have lost it suddenly. I was okay this morning: finished off a project that's been occupying me for a week or two, sent it away, felt good about it. Went out for a walk, came home, thought I'd just tackle another short job - and nothing. Stale, flat and unprofitable.

I had meant to post a short piece about the stuff we fill in time with, the mortar between the bricks: f'rexample, today's finished project, which I agreed to do because I was asked and I'm crap at saying no, and besides there was money involved, and I need that. Only I found myself unexpectedly enjoying it, which I found interesting. So I was going to talk about that stuff. But then today's unfinished project failed to happen, and so did the post.

And I have somehow lost the charging-cable for my electric shaver, and this is fretting me unduly, to the point of paranoia. There's only one socket it can plug into, there is never any reason for it not to be there, and yet it is not there: which being true, it might be anywhere in the house, and my chances of finding it by looking are frankly slim. The chances of finding it before the power runs out of the shaver? Vanishingly slim.

So I get to wear a hairy head for a while. This is not a tragedy; and yet, and yet...

Things bulk out of proportion, which I do not take to be a good sign. Which upsets me more, when my own behaviour turns ominous. Sometimes I hate being knowing.

There was something else I meant to post about, too, but I've forgotten it. I could make a book out of the posts I've forgotten to write, to go with the book of stories I've forgotten. Oh, and the address-book of people I've forgotten. I hate being incompetent.

Also I hate gloomy & depressing posts, they're all so look-at-me-I'm-so-emo. This one nearly didn't happen. Twice. I was that close to turning the machine off; indeed, I was watching it count down to shutdown, but I stopped it. Twice.

I shall go to bed, where it doesn't matter whether I sleep or not; I have the radio, and a book, and cats. Middle of last night, Barry came and sprawled on me for half an hour, which is most unusual. This morning, Mac wanted skittish cuddles, which is not unusual at all, but always entertaining.

Oh, and I forgot to say, yesterday: bubble-and-squeak? Fried in duck fat. Personally rendered, from my own damn' duck.

Comments

[irishkate.livejournal.com]

totally off topic - but if you are in the UK and I am in Ireland why does my PC sya it is now midnight but that you posted at 12:37?

Are you time travelling?

As for this Things bulk out of proportion, which I do not take to be a good sign. Which upsets me more, when my own behaviour turns ominous. Sometimes I hate being knowing

I sympathise. Completely and totally.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Ah, there's a theory abroad that I run on Chaz Mean Time, 'cos I am proverbially careful with my minutes...

The truth, alas, is simply technical. I run a dual-boot system on this computer, in a belt-and-braces sort of way, so that I can boot into either Windows or Linux. But in fact Linux meets all my needs and I never, ever use Windows at all. So of course I never boot it.

The only disadvantage of this is that Windows appears to grab control of the computer's clock at start-up, before Linux can cut in. I can adjust it for a Linux session, but it'll be back to Windows time again next session. Which means that when other people's clocks go forward or back, mine doesn't, until I boot into Windows to make that happen. Which I haven't bothered to do for, oh, eighteen months or so? So we're stuck on the summer-time-before-last, and I'm an hour ahead of you all winter long.

An hour and ten minutes, actually, as - being Windows - the clock is inaccurate.

[durham-rambler.livejournal.com]

I believe that this command

    ntpdate pool.ntp.org

will synchronise your clock to a very accurate time server.

I also suspect there's no such thing as a 'Windows clock', it's the clock in the BIOS and if you set that at start up you will only need to do it occasionally.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Really truly, Roger, this is the way it works:

I turn on the computer.

The boot loader offers me a choice of operating systems. I choose Linux. It loads Linux.

Say it's the day the clocks are meant to go back. I put the clock back.

Next session, I boot Linux as before, and the clock has reset itself to previous time. Grrr.

This goes on day after day, until I boot into Windows. It tells me it wants to put the clock back. I say yes, fine, go ahead. It does that, and I exit.

I boot into Linux, and behold: the clock has been corrected.

Windows time, I tell you.

I have run the ntpdate command, and yes, it has reset the clock. For this session. I hold out no hope for next time. There will no doubt be a way to set it to run automatically on start-up; I will investigate...

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

Chaz?
Eat some cheese.

Protein and dairyfat will make you feel better.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Truly? I don't do a lot of dairy any more (greatly to my chagrin, as I used to be a great consumer of milk and I adore cheese, but we developed digestive disagreements). I'm certainly willing to experiment, though. Mmm, Brie for lunch...

[matociquala.livejournal.com]

Well, if it makes your guts unhappy, it was bad advice. (No warranty express or implied!)

But I almost always find cheese helpful when I am in A Mood.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

S'okay, I can has medication that should pre-empt any unhappiness. [I do dislike that hyphen, but 'preempt' always looks a little silly...]

Also, I can has brie-and-bacon sammich! E-Bear says so! So!

*nom-nom-nom*

[martyn44.livejournal.com]

Chocolate. Chocolate and light. Turn on your lights. Replace the bulbs with more powerful ones if needs be. Chocolate and light and something that goes 'fizz!'.