Friday 28 February 2014

LOVE ALL THE BOOKS

What if I told you that this huge pile of books are all books I aquired in the last month? In fact, most of them are purchased in the last few days. Yes, I admit that I might have gone a bit crazy at the very instant my salary entered my account but it's only to be expected since I feel like I'm in the middle of the most stressful crap I've ever had to endure. My reaction to this kind of thing is actually very predictable (see: picture below). There will be many years between me handing in my essay and the next university course I take, believe you me. I'm just longing for the moment when I can sit down and read anything I want from my bookshelf. It's been a while. Four years to be quite exact.


There's some art and art history books there, some non-fiction factual books on medieval dress accessories and some good old fiction. Whatever floats your goat I suppose.

Friday 21 February 2014

Bored now, lets Netflix

I finally caved in and created an account with Netflix. Just to see what the big deal is and to have something playing in the background while I write. Background buzz.
And I'm picking up the OS on Monday myself. I'm so goddamned tired of people losing my stuff.

Thursday 20 February 2014

Box of scrap metal

I don't want to be a bitch or anything but I still don't have an Operating System for the increasingly more expensive monstrosity of scrap metal I'd like to be able to call a computer. Disappointed? Yes. Very.
Oh Noodly Spaghetti Monster, give me the carbohydrate-pumped strenght to not bite their heads off through the phone when I speak to them in the morning. R'Amen.

Tuesday 4 February 2014

Piece of shit machine

Don't get me wrong, becuase there is little in this world I appreciate more than computers, but I fucking loathe computer parts. I didn't lie when I said that I received a new hard disk drive in exchange for the old one but the one I now have mounted and happily tried to restart my gamer life with worked no better than the one I wanted to chuck out the window for its inadequacy. I even called tech support! What did they do to help me? Well, I don't quite know yet because he'll be calling me back when he has an inkling of an idea of what could be wrong and how to make it right.
Oh, dear me.

And to believe that I fell asleep last night in a splendidly good mood after enjoying Coriolanus with the two of my friends with a greater interest in Shakespeare. Or they were just as curious as I was to see Tom Hiddleston and Mark Gatiss on a stage rather than on the screen. Well, to us it would still be on a screen since we didn't go to London to see the performance but you get the point I'm trying to make here. Magic performance nontheless. I was smiling like a Cheshire Cat. 

Later...
He called me back from tech support!
...and now it will take a few more days before I can undo something they might have fucked up while tinkering around with my faulty hard disk drive - because I almost had him admit that they sent me back the old one after deleting anything that could possibly be mistaken for an operating system on it. Of course anything that could have created the original problem got deleted with that as well but you have to look at this from where I'm standing and that's WITHOUT A FUCKING OPERATING SYSTEM. I have to admit I'm not too keen on the idea of carrying the whole thing back to their offices knowing full well how increasingly heavy a computer gets when you have to carry the bloody thing yourself. Useless piece of debris. Expensive debris but about as useful as a bent fork without teeth.