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Everything good needs replacing
I'm rewarding myself with a journal update as a result of actually getting something measurable accomplished today. It's been so darn hot that the only options are hide in the basement or lie upstairs unmoving and mostly-naked. Unfortunately, the Thing I Needed to Get Done was getting my room somewhat organized, which was incompatible with both of those options, so I spent most of the week hiding from anything resembling accountability and reading Star Wars novels.
However! This evening I finally bit the bullet and got a good start on it! The room as it stands is totally clean and organized; all that's left is the re-organizing I greatly desire to do. I think I'm going to move up to the top bunk and set up the bottom bunk as a reading nook. If I ever get around to it. And the last few nights I've been dossing down on a recliner in the basement anyway, 'cause did I mention that it's been darn hot?
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stellar_dust, after claiming that all she wanted to do this weekend was lie around the house and vegetate (p.s.: you must click that link), decided we were going to spend tomorrow going to giant used bookstores. As if we need *more* books. stellar_dust has spent the past week moaning about how we have too many books and we need to get rid of some and seriously, we have too many books, so I've been quietly trying to figure out which sacrifices I can make and how we can winnow the collection. Except now that *her* room is all neat and organized (*sort* of, except how it totally isn't) and she found room for all the books, suddenly we're not allowed to get rid of any and, in fact, we MUST BUY MORE. Oh, well, somehow in my cleaning today I managed to double the space available on my comic-books shelf, so I'll be in trouble tomorrow even if I manage not to buy any *books*. When she dragged me to the new library yesterday I swore I wasn't going to check out any books, and I didn't-- I checked out the Green Arrow: Quiver TPB. 'Cause even though the selection and organization and care there are still less than thrilling, the new building is a wonderfully airy, welcoming place to sit and read, ugly as it is on the outside. And once I started, I had to finish, right?
Also I'm totally in love with Ollie, bleeding-heart bastard that he is, as one could probably have predicted even *before* I got on my most recent comics kick. Plus, every time he says "Holy Hannah!" I think "Sam Carter!" Sam was totally a Green Arrow fangirl when she was a kid. She probably pored over GL/GA back issues as a girl, in the mistaken impression that her father would object. Did I mention that I've also been watching a fair amount of Stargate? And reading comics? Rodney McKay, of course, canonically likes Reed Richards, which is Marvel, but then it's also Reed Richards, so totally forgivable. Also he can probably spout off hours worth of Alpha Flight trivia, just to be maximally annoying. And John Sheppard is, of course, a fan of Hal Jordan. Actually, John Sheppard pretty much *is* Hal Jordan, what with his whole making things happen with his thoughts thing, and flying, and flirting with everything that moves, and arrogantly assuming he always knows best, and not quite getting the point yet that maybe "staying as far away from the nuclear explosions as possible" is, actually, a good idea. I'm waiting for Atlantis to be destroyed so that he can go totally nuts and kill all the Others and take their power into himself and resurrect Rodney before going out in a blaze of self-immolating glory and coming back as the Spirit of the Vengeance of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. ... or not. (Except, dude, yes! Only the fangirls would all claim that he was really posessed by Anubis or something the whole time, bah.) (Okay, "New Frontiers" may have left me a little bit in love with Hal too. sh'up.)
If you want more concrete details of my past few days (although why you *would*) check outstellar_dust's most recent entry. She spends time there apologizing about her "avoidance issues" with lj. I think anyone reading my journal knows that for me, avoidance is not so much an issue as a way of life. I don't *do* connectedness. Or rather, I cling to the sort of connectedness found in 19th century science journals and 1970's comic book lettercols, and that's how I've shaped my internet experience, web posts as open letters inviting replies. (But then I realize that not everyone uses it that way, so I go through cycles of being shy about jumping into other people's conversations. Not that I was ever brave enough to write many paper letters either, except when I was using them as an lj. Anyway.)
stellar_dust seems to think I have some sort of problem with socializing. This is part of why she's been trying to drag me out of the house. Bah, I say; I have no problem with socializing; I simply find it much easier to spend my days avoiding actual human contact. I've gone as many rl meetings with internet people as she has, I bet. I just have so much bubbling in my head that I don't see the need to bother other poeple with it, most of the time. This is not a *problem*; why, many great writers, scientists, and artists did the same thing! I could grow up to be like Emily Brontë, or Emily Dickinson, or, or, Emily the Strange! I need to go back to my old custom of putting 'eccentric' down in the blank spot for 'future plans'.
In other news, I finally installed Opera 7 and have kissed the flaming fox goodbye, yay!
However! This evening I finally bit the bullet and got a good start on it! The room as it stands is totally clean and organized; all that's left is the re-organizing I greatly desire to do. I think I'm going to move up to the top bunk and set up the bottom bunk as a reading nook. If I ever get around to it. And the last few nights I've been dossing down on a recliner in the basement anyway, 'cause did I mention that it's been darn hot?
stellar_dust, after claiming that all she wanted to do this weekend was lie around the house and vegetate (p.s.: you must click that link), decided we were going to spend tomorrow going to giant used bookstores. As if we need *more* books. stellar_dust has spent the past week moaning about how we have too many books and we need to get rid of some and seriously, we have too many books, so I've been quietly trying to figure out which sacrifices I can make and how we can winnow the collection. Except now that *her* room is all neat and organized (*sort* of, except how it totally isn't) and she found room for all the books, suddenly we're not allowed to get rid of any and, in fact, we MUST BUY MORE. Oh, well, somehow in my cleaning today I managed to double the space available on my comic-books shelf, so I'll be in trouble tomorrow even if I manage not to buy any *books*. When she dragged me to the new library yesterday I swore I wasn't going to check out any books, and I didn't-- I checked out the Green Arrow: Quiver TPB. 'Cause even though the selection and organization and care there are still less than thrilling, the new building is a wonderfully airy, welcoming place to sit and read, ugly as it is on the outside. And once I started, I had to finish, right?Also I'm totally in love with Ollie, bleeding-heart bastard that he is, as one could probably have predicted even *before* I got on my most recent comics kick. Plus, every time he says "Holy Hannah!" I think "Sam Carter!" Sam was totally a Green Arrow fangirl when she was a kid. She probably pored over GL/GA back issues as a girl, in the mistaken impression that her father would object. Did I mention that I've also been watching a fair amount of Stargate? And reading comics? Rodney McKay, of course, canonically likes Reed Richards, which is Marvel, but then it's also Reed Richards, so totally forgivable. Also he can probably spout off hours worth of Alpha Flight trivia, just to be maximally annoying. And John Sheppard is, of course, a fan of Hal Jordan. Actually, John Sheppard pretty much *is* Hal Jordan, what with his whole making things happen with his thoughts thing, and flying, and flirting with everything that moves, and arrogantly assuming he always knows best, and not quite getting the point yet that maybe "staying as far away from the nuclear explosions as possible" is, actually, a good idea. I'm waiting for Atlantis to be destroyed so that he can go totally nuts and kill all the Others and take their power into himself and resurrect Rodney before going out in a blaze of self-immolating glory and coming back as the Spirit of the Vengeance of the God of Abraham, Isaac, and Jacob. ... or not. (Except, dude, yes! Only the fangirls would all claim that he was really posessed by Anubis or something the whole time, bah.) (Okay, "New Frontiers" may have left me a little bit in love with Hal too. sh'up.)
If you want more concrete details of my past few days (although why you *would*) check out
stellar_dust's most recent entry. She spends time there apologizing about her "avoidance issues" with lj. I think anyone reading my journal knows that for me, avoidance is not so much an issue as a way of life. I don't *do* connectedness. Or rather, I cling to the sort of connectedness found in 19th century science journals and 1970's comic book lettercols, and that's how I've shaped my internet experience, web posts as open letters inviting replies. (But then I realize that not everyone uses it that way, so I go through cycles of being shy about jumping into other people's conversations. Not that I was ever brave enough to write many paper letters either, except when I was using them as an lj. Anyway.)stellar_dust seems to think I have some sort of problem with socializing. This is part of why she's been trying to drag me out of the house. Bah, I say; I have no problem with socializing; I simply find it much easier to spend my days avoiding actual human contact. I've gone as many rl meetings with internet people as she has, I bet. I just have so much bubbling in my head that I don't see the need to bother other poeple with it, most of the time. This is not a *problem*; why, many great writers, scientists, and artists did the same thing! I could grow up to be like Emily Brontë, or Emily Dickinson, or, or, Emily the Strange! I need to go back to my old custom of putting 'eccentric' down in the blank spot for 'future plans'.In other news, I finally installed Opera 7 and have kissed the flaming fox goodbye, yay!
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What is Opera? (Well, I know it's a web browser, but what specifically is so spiffy about it? As a "not really interested in digging exceptionally far into the nuts and bolts of a program" type of user, how does it compare to Firefox, or even IE (which I still have to use to pay some bills.)?)
I need to go back to my old custom of putting 'eccentric' down in the blank spot for 'future plans'.
Bwehehe!
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On the other hand, Opera has a more out-of-the-box feel to it than Firefox-- it's heavily customizable, but the customizing just involves fiddling with the preferences and whatever, not searching the web for extensions to install and editing the config files like I had to do in firefox. On the third hand, Opera has ads if you don't pay.
I was planning to give Firefox a good try, but compared to Opera it was slow, unstable, crotchety, and difficult to customize, so after one two many random crashes I gave up and switched back. And I can't use IE as my main browser because after four years on Opera I'm addicted to tabs.
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So I tried Opera 8 yesterday (with ads, since I wasn't about to make a switch right off like that), and it seemed okay, with one problem... When I clicked on a midi file, it began playing. No seperate program (what I've grown accustomed to), or even opening another page, just opening. This would be great; if there was some sort of controls involved (even if those controls are only play/stop), or even some indication of where the music was coming from. I fiddled with the preferrences for a bit, and thought changing the default behavior for midi's to "Open with (insert media player here)" would do it, but no such luck.
What happens when you open a midi file (http://www.vgmusic.com/music/console/nintendo/nes/smb_overw.mid), like this one?
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*finds out that Opera can "identify" itself as IE to web pages, making him able to pay his bills* Interesting...
G'lord... if this thing has some equivalent to Firefox's Adblock add-on, I might just have to full-on switch!