and and never actually reach any sort of useful state. This, as you can imagine, is frustrating. I've managed to boot up in Safe Mode enough times to start configuring Safe Mode to actually be, like, not awful. For the record, if anyone tells you there is no possible way to get Safe Mode to actually install the sound drivers, that person is LYING TO YOU. You just have to be unafraid of fucking with your registry, which, since my computer is functionally a brick outside of Safe Mode, I'm oddly okay with. Oh and my favorite part of Safe Mode is how it goes to the lowest possible resolution on default, so it's like, giving you the Duplo version of the pixels. Because it's Safe Mode, it's like they're afraid that with higher resolutions you could cut yourself on the sharp edges! Oh noes!
Anyway, so this whole computer = brick thing happened to me when I had four days and 5k left on my 20k story. This was not, as you can imagine, fun times. (This story, by the way, was one of those things where the first 5k was written in like, two months and the following 15k was written in two weeks. This is why I say that 'time management' is my biggest issue during job interviews.)
Diminished computer capacity aside, stuff has happened. My life is getting way boring, but in a good way.
I've been to two weddings this year, one local and one back in Illinois. I've got another one lined up for next year, apparently, even though I totally had no idea my friend had even gotten engaged. Surprise?
My parents & brother came to town and I showed The Boy how my family throws down when we're together. His summation: "You guys do it up right."
My current job continues to be awesome and make my old job look worse and worse. The more I have to defend my motivation for sticking with that program for so long, the more I start sounding like an abused partner. I mean, I really felt at the time like it loved me and it would change. And you can totally say, "I'd never have let them do that to me," as much as you want to, but honestly, you never know until you're in that situation what you'll do. Oh, and overtime pay is slightly addicting. But whatever! I'm in a better place now. My only problem is that since I do web development now, I cannot go to a shitty website without thinking, "I know for a fact I could do a better job than this." I'm not even particularly good at web dev, people! I work with people that think IE 6 is the height of technology! Shouldn't people who don't have to work in incredibly bizarre, restricted environments rock it harder? Can we have a civilization, people? Whatever.
I'm growing my hair out. It's long enough to make a stubby little pony tail now, which I haven't been able to do since, say, 2007. I spend a lot of time saying, "My hair is so long," to various people who really do not care.
I totally sewed a tablecloth last weekend. This only made me slightly homicidal! If I ever volunteer to sew anything ever again that has corners, shoot me. It'll be a mercy killing, I swear.
Well, my computer seems to have a fried GPU, so there's like a 95% chance that any time I try to boot it up it'll just hang out in the world of black-screen-where-is-my-graphics-driver-l
- Current Mood: restless
- Current Music:Florence And The Machine - Drumming