Turns out that it was the motherboard that fried when Skippy wired the old hard drive in to transfer my marooned data. We’re looking at Tuesday as the ETA for the new one, complete with new power supply, processor, and RAM.
Get this: the power supply will be red. How cool is that? It goes perfectly with the new system’s registry, which is GGS-ZOOM.
See, it’s never that easy.
The professional update on my computer woes is here. I’m on my laptop until they’re resolved.
I’m better today, thanks to my selfless husband leaving during Smallville last night to pick up DayQuil/NyQuil for me.
Since I didn’t get out yesterday, I made sure I went out this morning. It felt so good to be outside in warm weather instead of grey overcast damp world in which I usually end up travelling. I went downtown to deposit a cheque and pay the next three months on the post box I rent with a friend. At the bank I discovered that my money has apparently thawed, since I was able to transfer a chunk to my other account and then access it via debit. Huzzah! Bills to pay! Costume elements to pick up! Groceries to buy!
Tonight Skippy‘s coming over to do the final modem switch between my current computer and my brand-new-used-to-be-Scott‘s computer. So if all goes well, tomorrow I’ll be using a new system. (It’s never that easy; I know this well. Let me be optimistic, okay?)
During today’s writing jam, t! and I listened to various 80s rock and 70s punk albums. No one will ever believe that the first half of Chapter 7 was written to “Holiday in Cambodia” — either of the versions we heard. (1.5K today. Not great, but not bad.)
I mentioned to t! today that I feel like a traitor spelling words like “color” and “emphasize” a la American in this text, as opposed to good solid UK/Canadian spelling. He assured me that I was traitorous. Such love and support.
And I’ve somehow missed this Memphis Slim song up till now, but thanks to the new Susie Ariloli album it’s firmly entrenched in my brain:
MOTHER EARTH
(words and music by Memphis Slim)
You may play the race horses
You may own the whole race track
You may have all the money to buy anything you lack
I don’t care how big you are
I don’t care what you think you’re worth
When it all comes down we got to go back to mother earth
You may own half the city wear diamonds and pearls
You may have a jet plane and fly it all around the world
I don’t care how big you are
I don’t care what you think you’re worth
When it all comes down we got to go back to mother earth
You may have a great army at your command
You may have some politician eating out of your hand
You may have some servant who’ll do anything you say
But mother earth is waiting, it’s a debt you gotta pay
I don’t care how big you are
I don’t care what you think you’re worth
When it all comes down we got to go back to mother earth
And of course, Track Changes has just crashed Word.
Aaarrgh!
Ah, yes, I remember this headache slyly insinuating itself between madness and reason…
Every couple of weeks I try to do something to the Owldaughter website to keep it current. I’ve just finished posting a whack of spiritual stuff which you can check out if you’re interested, on the new Believe page, which also has links to the second page and the spiritual articles. I learned how to use anchor tags today. (Thanks again for my new HTML book, Ceri!)
I have the front and back windows wide open, letting the incredibly warm wind through to air out the house. All the cats are plastered against the screens, wildly sniffing the outdoor smells.
Now it’s lunchtime, and then I’ll sit down with my chapter-by-chapter outline of my book and expand everything in point form. Who knows what I’ll discover belongs in which chapter.
Tuesday, March 9:
almost to bonneville. i’ve now driven 314 meters, and i’m finally getting into some interesting terrain. lots of rocks. it’s getting kind of steep, too. if i fall over i know i’m never going to hear the end of it.
who can recommend some good ‘cresting the rim of a crater’ music? nasa’s selections are getting kind of weird…
Yes, it’s the Spirit Rover LJ. Riotous.
Word has crashed thanks to Track Changes yet again. At least now I automatically hit Save after every major edit. I keep having to reboot the damn computer to access the document again, though. I’m so close to being done with it – so close! Just the hundred-page Chapter From Hell to clean up and rewrite!
I had tea with an old friend this morning, which was a lovely way to start the day. If I’d plunged right into editing, I think I’d be suicidal by now.