February 28th, 2006

Farscape - Stark - hidden talents

I hate mornings.

I woke up today with sunlight pouring into my room for the first time in ages. Winter sunlight, more white than bright, but sunlight nonetheless. Unfortunately, it's far too cold to even entertain the notion that it might be nearly Spring. Bored of Winter now. Want heat, please.

Anyway, I scribbled my dream down last night and will type it up later. I took my posters downstairs this morning with all good intentions of bringing them in, and then managed to leave them on the kitchen table. Hurrah. Also completely forgot to a) take my SJW and b) put my other one in my lunchbox. I am rubbish.

I also have no work to do, so I'm hoping someone comes in to give me something at some point, though it's looking unlikely.

Quite looking forward to my flex day on Friday. Long weekend, yay!

Anyway, I have nothing more of interest to say, and there probably won't be any photos or anything remotely exciting until the computer's upgraded because I'm trying not to save anything to my hard drive that'll only get deleted again. Not that there was anything remotely exciting here to begin with, but anyway...

New icon, woo.

Tomorrow, Paul and I are going to the Yard of Ale to win lots of money from their ITBox. We got quite a bit out of it on Christmas Eve, too. This will mean, of course, braving the Bloody Football, although the Yard doesn't have a big screen, per se, so I'm hoping it won't be too bad.

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Having suitably annoyed you all, I shall now disappear, with my loathing for football still intact, before you all stone me or something.
SB - Max - Oy

Modern technology.

After bragging all this time that the only pre-original bit of my PC that still works is the internal zip drive (I swapped that from my ancient Windows 95 behemoth when I bought this one... in its original form, that is) my mostly-used zip disc decided to fook itself up.

Well, it seems there was one corrupt file (my Farscape fic, "Fallen", not one of my best) that was making the entire thing go haywire, so I managed to back up the rest of the files to My Documents, did a bit of file shifting between my other zips and shoved all of it onto a freshly formatted disc.  All is not lost!  Except a few AIM conversations that I wanted to keep, unfortunately, but one of those is mostly documented on LJ somewhere... nevertheless, it's annoying.  That's the thing I do hate about zip discs; the bit where if you delete something it's gone forever, and doesn't even end up in the Trash folder. Annoying, but it does make you try and be extra careful...

So, yes, aside from that little mishap, we seem to now be back on track, and - thank frell - none of my writing has disappeared, bar one.

(This all started yesterday when I tried to overload the disc.  The last time I did that it ate the entire first 20 chapters of "Cradle", the epic Buffy-fic of Ultimate Doom.  The next three hours of reformatting off FFN were not fun, let me tell you...)

Right, now I have to go find perfume.  I need someone to invent smellternet, or the internez, or something.  Smellyvision, even, would be better than nothing...
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