FINALLY back on line--
(not sure this is really a good thing, as for the past couple of days, instead of spending a couple of hours mindless surfing around the 'net, I've been reading, drawing, practicing the guitar, etc.--& far-flung friends that complain that my "line's always busy" when they try to call have been able to get thru--)
anyway, came home from work a few days ago, flipped on the computer as usual & shucked off uniform.
monitor stuttered a couple of times (as usual) then just...kinda...EXPIRED...
banged on the side. swore. turned the power-bar off, then on, a couple of times.
that's pretty much my entire repetoire of technical tricks.
mistah kurtz. he dead, was my diagnosis.
put the word out that I was looking for a monitor (which seems to me to be one of those things like a record player, or a guitar, or a manual type-writer, in that just about EVERYONE has one knocking around in a garage or attic or spare bedroom, unless, of course, you NEED one of the above-named items.)
had my sister put out the word to her particular peer-group at the prison (she's on a different shift) & it turned out one of the boys on Squad had a couple, & after a couple days of phone-tag I drove over to pick 'em up. (one of the good things about living in a small-town, I guess)
the first one I hooked up died with the first jolt of power. the second one worked (works) much better, in that I can actually see things on it, except that everything's kind of squashed in the middle of the screen in an area roughly the size of a paper-back book.
ah well, I'll figure out how to fix that. (more specifically, I'll bug whomever who Knows Something About Computers--my experience tells me that if I ask, say, 7 different people, at least one of them might know what to do, & will be able to explain it in language that I, with my rather shaky grasp of Computer Science beyond "on" & "off" will be able to understand.)
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heading to SLC tommorrow for some Halloween Festivities. no idea of what I'll be done up as. we'll see.
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question: I lived without the internet for roughly 27 of my 29 years. why did I feel so "cut-off" from the global community even though I spend roughly 10 percent of my computer time reading on-line analysis of current events & the rest trolling around for ten-second porn clips?
(not sure this is really a good thing, as for the past couple of days, instead of spending a couple of hours mindless surfing around the 'net, I've been reading, drawing, practicing the guitar, etc.--& far-flung friends that complain that my "line's always busy" when they try to call have been able to get thru--)
anyway, came home from work a few days ago, flipped on the computer as usual & shucked off uniform.
monitor stuttered a couple of times (as usual) then just...kinda...EXPIRED...
banged on the side. swore. turned the power-bar off, then on, a couple of times.
that's pretty much my entire repetoire of technical tricks.
mistah kurtz. he dead, was my diagnosis.
put the word out that I was looking for a monitor (which seems to me to be one of those things like a record player, or a guitar, or a manual type-writer, in that just about EVERYONE has one knocking around in a garage or attic or spare bedroom, unless, of course, you NEED one of the above-named items.)
had my sister put out the word to her particular peer-group at the prison (she's on a different shift) & it turned out one of the boys on Squad had a couple, & after a couple days of phone-tag I drove over to pick 'em up. (one of the good things about living in a small-town, I guess)
the first one I hooked up died with the first jolt of power. the second one worked (works) much better, in that I can actually see things on it, except that everything's kind of squashed in the middle of the screen in an area roughly the size of a paper-back book.
ah well, I'll figure out how to fix that. (more specifically, I'll bug whomever who Knows Something About Computers--my experience tells me that if I ask, say, 7 different people, at least one of them might know what to do, & will be able to explain it in language that I, with my rather shaky grasp of Computer Science beyond "on" & "off" will be able to understand.)
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heading to SLC tommorrow for some Halloween Festivities. no idea of what I'll be done up as. we'll see.
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question: I lived without the internet for roughly 27 of my 29 years. why did I feel so "cut-off" from the global community even though I spend roughly 10 percent of my computer time reading on-line analysis of current events & the rest trolling around for ten-second porn clips?
thanks for the countdown. It made me laugh
Thanks for asking news of the exhibition....
The exhibition was somewhat drowned in a flood of suchlike events, 'cause october there is la Fte du Livre (the Books Festival) allover the country ( soon to be followed by Le mois de la Photo.... we just adore national events), and exhibitions of books illustrator's works were a dime a dozen. Bah! Will do another this Spring.
I did the same constatations you did: I spent most of my life whitout... etc.... and now I feel like...
And my experience also told me that if I ask, say, 7 (or 8) different people, at least one of them might know what to do, & will be able to explain it in baby language.
I have also become addicted to SG, and if "cut-off", I soon miss all of its content.
Could you imagine I even miss ratsonjulia's journal when I'm away from my computer for some days?
Clearly, this is part of the alien conspiracy.