My attempt to make a beetle…
The beetle, should you wish to furnish yourself with one, comes courtesy of my old boss Steve. Actually he probably won’t have any beetles since he ended up with them by accident, but he has lots of little soldiery fellas and necrons if those chaps rock your world.
Ignore this bit of daft aggregator code- smx2aji7dr
Those of an easily squelchy stomach might want to either hop off now, or at least not continue reading if you have recently eaten or are about to. Those who would sign up to B’s disgust you into thin-ness plan read on…
For some reason, Firefox is currently refusing to have anything to do with my blog. It is however,entirely happy to let me go to Dorothy Perkins, American Apparel, the Home Office and The Guardian.* So in the meantime I’m on IE. I’m telling you this because I know some of you will probably want to shower after reading knowing that.
As predicted by Miss Z I did oh so fabulously at avoiding Twitter and Facebook, though I did at least manage not to use them whilst working. I can thoroughly recomend a teeny tiny laptop for the easily distracted, because it’s such a faff using the tiny mouse buttons that you stay where you’re meant to be rather than pootling all over the shop.
*There is no such thing as too much garlic in food.
*It does though, scent bodily fluids.
*There isn’t going to be a point when I feel like I have too many books.
*I will never be a tidy person.
*And sod the “tidy life means tidy mind” aphorism. My mind rocks thank you very much.
*Although the memory part, and the not walking into stationary objects part, could do with some overhauling.
*Talking to people who aren’t here is entirely fine.
*As is speaking out loud what you’re going to write before you write it.
*That the Popular and Bitchy Girls at school, were popular for pretty much one reason.
*And that it’s normal, if not very nice, for me to have looked up their Facebook accounts and laughed. A lot.
*That the Cool Girls are all a bit responsible and establishment now, except for one (and I’m basing that wholly on her job since I’ve not seen her since I was at school).
*That by are large the instructions on the back of food packets are to be ignored. Unless they say “poisonous if eaten cold”.
*That microwaves are annoying. (This is why mine went to the recycling)
*That no one has properly “cool” music taste, and if you should happen to meet someone with no records of dubious nature in their collection then they’re probably inhuman. Or lying. Or both.
*That laptop batteries, even on the most power savery setting, just aren’t long lasting enough for my thinking time.
*I am occasionally guilty of monologophobia, which I am holding my English teachers responsible for having taught us that you COULD NOT use the same word in subsequent sentences. It was uncreative, apparently. Though I don’t at least suffer from dopplerparagraphs like The Independent online edition rather annoyingly does.
We bought a new card, and cable. With some effort it was fitted into the computer; it seems that Dell don’t envisage anyone ever wanting to add stuff, which suggests that they don’t really hang out much with proper IT geeks for whom no electronic device is entirely finished until everything inside has been swapped and overclocked to within an inch of its life. It surprises me that as yet our washing machine doesn’t do the clothes in about ten seconds and produce a read out of everything washed.
So the card (which came from Germany, because in eBay world only Germany and China seem to exist) is installed. Well actually it’s not at the moment. It’s sat there, but unplugged from the board, because it keeps restarting the computer every time it gets turned off.
Which is amusing the first five or six times, but less so after that point. After that point comes the sensible approach, which is followed by cursing the card in half remembered GCSE German (just incase the malevolent little bugger happens to have tiny pcb ears). Which itself is not a lot of cursing, apart from the only two swearwords my, very remiss, German teacher taught me (Schweinehund and Scheiße). Though given that my French teacher tried to convince me that the worst swear word available in France was Zut, at least that’s two actual expletives.
In the meantime, until we either solve it the sensible way and find out why, or find out how to say “I’ll bring you as much radiator fluid and as many whorish graphics cards as you like if you work” in such a way that the card understands, I am 1394-less.
