Itemized Nattering
Jan. 29th, 2006 10:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
miss_pryss1) I have a cold. It's been about a week and a half of helpless coughing. The lucky bit is it hasn't affected my well-being much besides filling me with snot and phlegm and making me sound like a 19th-century consumptive. But I do feel a bit run down, the last couple of days. I may take tomorrow off from work, especially as my boss actually tried to send me home on Friday.
2) I am SO BEHIND on SGA. I haven't seen the last 3 eps to hit the net; I'm just too fucking lazy to DL them, as it takes 3-4 hours a pop on my pokey home connection.
3) This weekend I sold my beloved iMac (Bondi blue revision A, purchased in September of 1998 as I started college). That little machine was my second computer; the first was a hand-me-down little beige Mac Classic box with a tiny beige screen, which could do one thing: word processing. And that was plenty for me in high school, but when I went to college, my parents ponied up the cash for an actual modern computer with *gasp!* a color screen and everything. This was the machine I used for all four years of college.
I still remember the day I discovered slash -- I think it was maybe the second or third day of college. I sat down at my standard-issue desk in my tiny little dorm room, which was on the 14th floor and overlooked the picturesque campus. I fired up Netscape Navigator and found Altavista. "So this is the internet of which they speak!" I may have muttered to myself. I ran a search for the X-Files and then, daunted by the approximately 1,235,473,163,784 returns, I narrowed it down by searching for my favorite character, Agent Pendrell. The first or second thing that turned up was the Pendrell-fic list, modded by CiCi Lean, who remains in my mind the original, best, warmest, sweetest listmom ever in the whole world. I joined the list and read through the archives. The first slash story I ever read was a real stinker of a Mulder/Krycek/Skinner/Pendrell (not all at once, thank God). Even through the terrible prose, terrible characterization, and terrible plot, I found myself thinking, "This. Makes. SENSE." And that was the end of it. I was sold immediately on slash, and also found that certain previously inexplicable tastes of mine suddenly made a whole lot of sense.
That little iMac read torch's NORTHWEST PASSAGE series with me in a week of late-night sessions -- I would turn the lights off in my tiny, cozy little room and put my jammies on, then read the story from about 11pm-2am.
That little iMac read all of the SITH ACADEMY with me the following year, my sophomore year of college.
That little iMac talked to Mr. Smarty-Pants on IM with me the year after that, when we started dating. It also submitted to his surgical geekitude when he upgraded its RAM later that spring. If anyone here has ever cracked an iMac open to upgrade its RAM, you know how terrifyingly like human surgery it is -- all the guts are packed in there with an eye to *fitting* but not necessarily to easy access. You have to pull all sorts of stuff out to get at things. I felt like I was watching a friend get cut open and laid out.
That little iMac wrote my job applications with me my senior year of college when I was graduating and looking for gainful employment. It lived in my pretty little room in BKLYN when I graduated and moved there. And then, when I moved in with Mr. S-P and got Dinah (my current, beloved, little iBook) that little iMac went to live in the living room, and didn't get a lot of attention.
It was time to let go of it -- we didn't need it, and it was taking up valuable real estate. I put an ad up on Craig's list and a dude emailed offering $25 for it. This is what they go for on ebay, people. $25. He came to pick it up Saturday. It's going to be a gift for his mom. I'm glad it's not going for spare parts.
Little Donald, my first real computer. I'll never forget him.
4) Another useful thing that happened this weekend: Mr. Smarty-Pants and I went down to this frickin' hardware *emporium* on the upper west side and got replacements for all of the window-shades in the apartment, AND got a 5/16" mortar bit for the impact drill we borrowed from our neighbor -- soon we shall have the ability to hang things on the wall! Spiffy.
5) My auntie is sick. I fret.
6) That reminds me -- I should email my mom.
Talk to you cool kids soon enough--
2) I am SO BEHIND on SGA. I haven't seen the last 3 eps to hit the net; I'm just too fucking lazy to DL them, as it takes 3-4 hours a pop on my pokey home connection.
3) This weekend I sold my beloved iMac (Bondi blue revision A, purchased in September of 1998 as I started college). That little machine was my second computer; the first was a hand-me-down little beige Mac Classic box with a tiny beige screen, which could do one thing: word processing. And that was plenty for me in high school, but when I went to college, my parents ponied up the cash for an actual modern computer with *gasp!* a color screen and everything. This was the machine I used for all four years of college.
I still remember the day I discovered slash -- I think it was maybe the second or third day of college. I sat down at my standard-issue desk in my tiny little dorm room, which was on the 14th floor and overlooked the picturesque campus. I fired up Netscape Navigator and found Altavista. "So this is the internet of which they speak!" I may have muttered to myself. I ran a search for the X-Files and then, daunted by the approximately 1,235,473,163,784 returns, I narrowed it down by searching for my favorite character, Agent Pendrell. The first or second thing that turned up was the Pendrell-fic list, modded by CiCi Lean, who remains in my mind the original, best, warmest, sweetest listmom ever in the whole world. I joined the list and read through the archives. The first slash story I ever read was a real stinker of a Mulder/Krycek/Skinner/Pendrell (not all at once, thank God). Even through the terrible prose, terrible characterization, and terrible plot, I found myself thinking, "This. Makes. SENSE." And that was the end of it. I was sold immediately on slash, and also found that certain previously inexplicable tastes of mine suddenly made a whole lot of sense.
That little iMac read torch's NORTHWEST PASSAGE series with me in a week of late-night sessions -- I would turn the lights off in my tiny, cozy little room and put my jammies on, then read the story from about 11pm-2am.
That little iMac read all of the SITH ACADEMY with me the following year, my sophomore year of college.
That little iMac talked to Mr. Smarty-Pants on IM with me the year after that, when we started dating. It also submitted to his surgical geekitude when he upgraded its RAM later that spring. If anyone here has ever cracked an iMac open to upgrade its RAM, you know how terrifyingly like human surgery it is -- all the guts are packed in there with an eye to *fitting* but not necessarily to easy access. You have to pull all sorts of stuff out to get at things. I felt like I was watching a friend get cut open and laid out.
That little iMac wrote my job applications with me my senior year of college when I was graduating and looking for gainful employment. It lived in my pretty little room in BKLYN when I graduated and moved there. And then, when I moved in with Mr. S-P and got Dinah (my current, beloved, little iBook) that little iMac went to live in the living room, and didn't get a lot of attention.
It was time to let go of it -- we didn't need it, and it was taking up valuable real estate. I put an ad up on Craig's list and a dude emailed offering $25 for it. This is what they go for on ebay, people. $25. He came to pick it up Saturday. It's going to be a gift for his mom. I'm glad it's not going for spare parts.
Little Donald, my first real computer. I'll never forget him.
4) Another useful thing that happened this weekend: Mr. Smarty-Pants and I went down to this frickin' hardware *emporium* on the upper west side and got replacements for all of the window-shades in the apartment, AND got a 5/16" mortar bit for the impact drill we borrowed from our neighbor -- soon we shall have the ability to hang things on the wall! Spiffy.
5) My auntie is sick. I fret.
6) That reminds me -- I should email my mom.
Talk to you cool kids soon enough--
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Date: 2006-01-30 04:08 am (UTC)