Just before the turn of the year, I bought a new computer. As new computers go, it's still pretty new. It's newness hasn't worn off. It sits its corner, looking all newish.
The newishness of my computer being so noted, I have to say, I have some problems with my new computer. First and foremost, I hate how the damn thing goes into "low energy" mode after about 15 minutes. It's like this: I leave the room to, say, take a dump, and when I return my computer is in "sleep" mode, meaning I have to click the mouse to bring it back to consciousness. But, before it comes back awake, I have to click which workspace I want to access and, since there's only one workspace, this is a totally meaningless and unnecessary step.
But wait, there's more! Occasionally--and there's about a one-in-eight chance this will happen--when I'm confronted with the "choose your workspace" screen, my computer will just lock up. There's no reason given; no, "oh, you did this wrong, that's why" screen. Nope. It just locks up. Which means I have to push in the power button in for five seconds to shut my computer down (five seconds being the magical power cut off time, as decreed by Bill Gates back in 1995, after he had five shots of tequila, or so I'm guessing), and then tap the button one more time to breathe electrical life back into the machine.
If this were a car, it would be like turning the key in the ignition, having the car spark to life, and then not willing to perform any other car-related functions, at least not until you shut it off via an elaborate process, and then turn it back on again.
Of course, at this point in the restart-up process, the computer has the temerity to flash up a screen that tells me my computer was not shut down properly, and it gives me a 25 second window during which I can choose to run a diagnotic process (I feel I should note here: the computer declares it wasn't shut down properly, which seems to indicate it feels as though it locked up quite according to the rules). Having run the diagnostic process three times now, just to be on the safe side, and having the results come back "okey-dokie," I've decided this adds an additional 25 seconds of wasted time.
Just in case the frequent computer lock-ups aren't enough, my machine has also come equipped with an indifferent attitude towards its Internet connection. Any time I nudge it awake from its sleep status, there's a pretty good chance it won't recognize a network connection until, in order, I restart the computer, unplug the modem, unplug the router, and then plug said devices back in again. Seriously, how much sense does THAT make? None! Yet I just accept it as part of the routine.
But, all that isn't the worst of it. It's all annoying, don't get me wrong, but the most annoying of the annoying is the bright blue LED light that beams forth from the power button. If the bright blue light would remain steady, I probably wouldn't have a problem with it. As it is, however, once the computer goes into "sleep" mode, the LED light starts blinking. Now, anyone who is at all familiar with LED lights will know this to be true: they're the brightest entities in the known universe just short of supernovas. When you get a blinking LED light at night, when you're trying to sleep, it's the visual equivalent of listening to a snoring horse.
To circumvent the blinking LED light, I've resorted to draping a couple of socks over the power button at night. This seems to do the trick but, honestly, I'M DRAPING A COUPLE OF SOCKS OVER THE POWER BUTTON AT NIGHT. It's almost as if I'm offering up some sort of sacrifice on an altar.
All this, of course, is in the interests of saving energy, so I suppose I should look at it as kind of doing my part, or some such nonsensical feel-goodery.
However, it just seems like, for all the worldly energy I'm supposedly saving, I'm sure burning a lot of my own.
As I mentioned previously, I'm fending off the last vestiges of cabin fever by reading all seven "Harry Potter" books, one after the other. I'm now down to the last few chapters of the final book, and last night, I noticed something I hadn't during my first reading of the book.
Just prior to the break-in to get the Horcrux cup from Gringott's, Hermione changed into Bellatrix Lestrange by drinking Polyjuice potion with one of Bellatrix's hairs in it. This is what Hermione had to say on the matter:
"She tasted disgusting, worse than Gurdyroots! Okay Ron, come here so I can do you..."
*growl* Shamelessly forward AND bi-curious. Daddy likes.
You'd think, since blogs have been around for quite some time now, and there are MILLIONS of them, people would start to realize how miniscule an online presence actually is.
Nope. I still run across nothing little blogs that take themselves more seriously than nuclear experimentation.
Don't worry about me, though. It's all fart and poop content here.
