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...and while stomping around the apartment frothing and raving (N.B.: it is difficult to stomp properly in only two rooms, and they crowded), the last remaining shreds of control said unto me:
So I brewed up, and I changed the house soundtrack from Anthrax to Mediæval Bæbes, and generally had a nice tall glass of Chill the Fuck Out. Following which--at this point, mind you, it was past 10pm--I found myself rearranging, cleaning, sorting, and generally making productivity. (I also found the Ella Fitzgerald CD![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nedlnthred made for me that had been missing for months.) I finally got to bed around 1am, but was well satisfied with the result.
Today, I woke up in much better case. I think I can't really proceed further without a) purchasing some things and b) getting rid of others. I have found a tchotchke shelf on Amazon that will do to hang on my bedroom wall; I am going to put all software CDs in a flip book and discard the jewel cases; and I will need to get another bookshelf, no two ways about it. (Even if I plump for the Kindle, it'll take a fair amount of time before I can start phasing out the dead trees.) I have an extraneous laundry basket and a large wastebasket (anyone want? they're both good), I have to donate the sack o' clothes to a convenient charity, and I need the Box of Stuff I Don't Want to go away (also charity?). From that point on it is mostly minor tweaking, though I do foresee some SCIENCE!~ will have to occur when I get some kind of televisionary device, for to place the XBox and its bits. where the hell does the rock band drum kit go
And then there's the current Big Problem: what to do about my dead computer. It's clearly not the power supply, so it's the motherboard or the CPU or both.audiovile has offered me whatever bits I need (or the entire thing) of Computer #3 at the house; or, I could just say The Hell With It and get the iMac. I was not intending to do that yet; was going to wait until the house sold; but perhaps it is not worth faffing around any further. I still haven't entirely reconciled what my final intended topography should be. I know I want an actual desktop on my desk for gaming, so that's that; but then, what mechanism shall I use to feed Teh Intarnet Videoz (or whatever) to the televisionic device on the other side of the room? It seems completely insane to buy a separate computer just for that.
In other news, the Doomity Doom Doom insurance letter is because Uncle Bloomberg didn't pay the premiums for a bunch of city employees. It is being worked out, Do Not Be Alarmed, Citizen, All Is Well. Apparently the HR people have known about it for weeks; why they didn't, y'know, proactively tell affected people so they didn't freak out is left as an exercise for the reader.
Am sick of belly. Am running today. (We learn that the yoga classes will extend into the summer! Huzzah!)
So I brewed up, and I changed the house soundtrack from Anthrax to Mediæval Bæbes, and generally had a nice tall glass of Chill the Fuck Out. Following which--at this point, mind you, it was past 10pm--I found myself rearranging, cleaning, sorting, and generally making productivity. (I also found the Ella Fitzgerald CD
nedlnthred made for me that had been missing for months.) I finally got to bed around 1am, but was well satisfied with the result.Today, I woke up in much better case. I think I can't really proceed further without a) purchasing some things and b) getting rid of others. I have found a tchotchke shelf on Amazon that will do to hang on my bedroom wall; I am going to put all software CDs in a flip book and discard the jewel cases; and I will need to get another bookshelf, no two ways about it. (Even if I plump for the Kindle, it'll take a fair amount of time before I can start phasing out the dead trees.) I have an extraneous laundry basket and a large wastebasket (anyone want? they're both good), I have to donate the sack o' clothes to a convenient charity, and I need the Box of Stuff I Don't Want to go away (also charity?). From that point on it is mostly minor tweaking, though I do foresee some SCIENCE!~ will have to occur when I get some kind of televisionary device, for to place the XBox and its bits. where the hell does the rock band drum kit go
And then there's the current Big Problem: what to do about my dead computer. It's clearly not the power supply, so it's the motherboard or the CPU or both.
audiovile has offered me whatever bits I need (or the entire thing) of Computer #3 at the house; or, I could just say The Hell With It and get the iMac. I was not intending to do that yet; was going to wait until the house sold; but perhaps it is not worth faffing around any further. I still haven't entirely reconciled what my final intended topography should be. I know I want an actual desktop on my desk for gaming, so that's that; but then, what mechanism shall I use to feed Teh Intarnet Videoz (or whatever) to the televisionic device on the other side of the room? It seems completely insane to buy a separate computer just for that.In other news, the Doomity Doom Doom insurance letter is because Uncle Bloomberg didn't pay the premiums for a bunch of city employees. It is being worked out, Do Not Be Alarmed, Citizen, All Is Well. Apparently the HR people have known about it for weeks; why they didn't, y'know, proactively tell affected people so they didn't freak out is left as an exercise for the reader.
Am sick of belly. Am running today. (We learn that the yoga classes will extend into the summer! Huzzah!)
