Sorry, but I just did not get to the computer in time to write an episode of Working Relations tonight, I will try to write one twice as long tomorrow.
I've slowly been switching from Wimpdoze to Linux (specifically, Ubuntu 8.04, Hardy Heron). The longer I use it, the more I realize I did *exactly* the right thing. This began slightly before I finally put feet to the realization (which I'd known for years, but was scared to leave my comfort zone) that I am a member of the working poor and applied to a near by university to finish (after a 21 year hiatus) my bachelor's degree. I'm returning to get a degree in Computer Engineering. I intend to use this route to get a *real* job.
Acer returned my laptop this week, complete with a new hard drive and completely reloaded software.
I'll be picking up the pieced of where I left off soon, and for my 3 fans (special thanks to all three of you!), I shall soon be back with more installments of Nothing Stranger Than Life.
My laptop hard drive is sick. I think I have my story safely recovered into another partition but I have no back up of the work I had done other than what I have posted here to bigcloset.
At this point, I am diagnosing if it is only a data/software issue or if the hard drive needs replacement.
I guess further installments of Nothing Stranger Than Life will be delayed until I deal with this minicrisis.
Hi y'all, just wanted to let you know I am still "in-progess" on Nothing Stranger than Life. Life continues to intrude on my endeavors, but I will continue to persevere. (I hope!)
Much thanks now go to aardvark for his thoughtful remarks.
I have the first few pages of a new story started. I have had ideas float freely through my damaged brain for months, years even, but nothing concrete enough to actually take the time to type, though I did have an outline going on a science fiction type story, but I lost that and don't know where to look for it.
Anyway, this is mostly about the absurdity of real life and how it can so easily be way more weird than anything we could dream up if we tried.
Y'all have fun and I hope to have it finished soon
Like... why does everyone go ape dookey when they find out I hate myself?
For that matter, why does it matter that I realize how fugly I am? As far as I'm concerned, I'd rather be wrong about the truth than wrong about a lie.
I hadn't submitted anything in so long, I thought I would drop a line to my blog. Nothing is really happening with me. I do have a few story ideas but I seem to have motivational problems getting them from brain to electrons. I do drop in and read occassionally.
My programming project has mired significantly. I've switched from managing the data in SQL to Access for short term convenience because VB 2003 .net doesn't support what I want to do extensively enough for now without writing entire toolboxes of interface routines.
I'm tired of not working with computers full time, anymore. As a result, I've (kind of intentionally) bitten off a large chunk, quite possibly more than I can chew. At least at first. (I'm writing an entire restaurant POS system in VB 2003 .net using SQL as my data management.) As a result, all creative writing is on hold.
5Oct2005 - Not much has been happening for me, lately. I am a channel operator, in the form of a temp op (basically a reservist for when the registered ops are not available) in an IRC channel now. There is a 50/50 chance I will be installed as a permanent op. This is only interesting in its irony. The channel is a flirt channel. Meanwhile, I hate me. I don't like men. I'm not attracted to women (except that I love to watch them and either admire their style or pick them apart for lack of it, though I keep my thoughts to myself on that point). I even hate sex (just accept it at face value). I'm not sure why I go there, much less as much as I do.
10 Sept 05 I've never really tried a blog before. At this point, I'm strictly engaging in the novelty of a new toy. I'm sure that'll wear off quickly.
I recently (very lightly) edited Perchance to Dream and compiled it from 8 seperate serial parts into one complete story. It has had a few reads (74) but no comments. My insecurity is screaming "NO ONE BLARGING LIKES IT!". My rational mind is all about "it's a numbers game, someone will eventually like it enough to write and they probably represent some sample percentage" or "It's been posted on a previous version of BigCloset, it's yesterdays news. Get over it and write something fresh". That mollifies me for a moment that I panic again and go back to "NO ONE BLARGING LIKES IT!". What can I say? Insecurity is a big player in my life. I'll deal with it as best I can, in the meantime.
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