Thrall Room in Exile
Jan. 11th, 2008 07:46 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anne_dI see that Proboards is still not-worky. I got in once this morning, and it's been TMCs ever since.
I'm still fighting the PC fight - I got Kitty to move the bulk of her stuff to her flashdrive, so there's that much less on the hard drive, and I cleaned some stuff out, and I ran PC Cleaner with special attention to the stuff it was complaining about, but there isn't anything else much I can do. Paul thinks we may need more RAM. It wouldn't surprise me, there are a lot of protective programs on the PC right now, and Spysweeper is especially hoggy of the memory.
It's scary, and it's frustrating, and I hate that everybody is depending on me for this as well as everything else. My head feels like it's about to explode (although that could be the dropping humidity and incoming Santa Anas, for a start). I just want to crawl into a hole and pull it in after me.
And I still have to brave the post office later, not to mention that on Sunday Paul and I are going to Art Supply Warehouse to try to return my good fountain pen and the cheap sketch fountain pen. The cheap one leaks. The good one writes happily until it's used up about half the ink in the converter, and then it stops dead. I keep cleaning it according to all the proper procedures, I refill it, I start writing, and the same thing happens. Too, too aggravating.
We're way past the two-week return deadline, but since it was Christmas presents, I'm hoping they'll give us store credit so I can buy another Sheaffer instead of the Taccia. I should've done that in the first place; the Sheaffer I've had for a year now has never given me any trouble. But I was seduced by its pretty (little tramp of a pen!), and the lure of supporting a local company. Let that be a lesson to me.
I'm still fighting the PC fight - I got Kitty to move the bulk of her stuff to her flashdrive, so there's that much less on the hard drive, and I cleaned some stuff out, and I ran PC Cleaner with special attention to the stuff it was complaining about, but there isn't anything else much I can do. Paul thinks we may need more RAM. It wouldn't surprise me, there are a lot of protective programs on the PC right now, and Spysweeper is especially hoggy of the memory.
It's scary, and it's frustrating, and I hate that everybody is depending on me for this as well as everything else. My head feels like it's about to explode (although that could be the dropping humidity and incoming Santa Anas, for a start). I just want to crawl into a hole and pull it in after me.
And I still have to brave the post office later, not to mention that on Sunday Paul and I are going to Art Supply Warehouse to try to return my good fountain pen and the cheap sketch fountain pen. The cheap one leaks. The good one writes happily until it's used up about half the ink in the converter, and then it stops dead. I keep cleaning it according to all the proper procedures, I refill it, I start writing, and the same thing happens. Too, too aggravating.
We're way past the two-week return deadline, but since it was Christmas presents, I'm hoping they'll give us store credit so I can buy another Sheaffer instead of the Taccia. I should've done that in the first place; the Sheaffer I've had for a year now has never given me any trouble. But I was seduced by its pretty (little tramp of a pen!), and the lure of supporting a local company. Let that be a lesson to me.
