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starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2008-09-10 11:46 pm
starshadow_rivaulx) wrote2008-09-10 11:46 pm
Misplaced keys and techno-rambles
Hey, lookit! I'm writing a post! ::waves to FriendsList::
In the interests of standardizing my equipment, I installed Xubuntu onto the Blue PC laptop. Naturally, being afraid to bork the existing Windows setup, I did a whole lot of Googling to see just how difficult installation would be, and imagine my surprise when I found out about Wubi, the official Linux installer for Windows! Downloaded it, and the latest Xubuntu ISO for safety, and with bated breath, set out to create a dual-boot system.
Again, being afraid to bork the Windows setup, I followed all the instructions I found on a nifty page about setting up a dual boot Vista/Xubuntu system. Discovered that the Wubi installer only allocated 10GB, max, for Xubuntu, which leaves the lion's share of the drive space to Vista. ::sigh:: Still, better than nothing, and I do have the external drives for storage anyway.
Onward and upward...the install went pretty smoothly, and before too long, I had a running Xubuntu system. Spent more time tweaking than installing - which is usually the case if it's a smooth setup. Of course before even getting Xubuntu onto the PC. there was a passel of updates that wanted their turn in the sun on the Vista side of things. Then I tweaked the Firefox there to be a mirror of the Firefox on this side of the partition.
Long story short, you can now refer to me as the sysop of four systems: PPC/OSX, Xubuntu-PPC, Vista Starter, and Xubuntu-i386. This last has all the bells and whistles that its PPC version doesn't, including Flash and Java. The Flash component was ridiculously easy to get running after its PPC counterpart, which I appreciate a whole lot.
So then iBook becomes a primary machine to maintain my Palm 680 and other things; the Vista Starter will handle stuff that only wants to play with Windows; Xubuntu-PPC for internet stuff, etc.; ditto for Xubuntu-i386. Yay, geekitude?
Looking forward to many long and happy hours with the PC while the iBook goes into semi-retirement. I've become used to Xubuntu - the speed at which it boots and runs Firefox, especially.
- - -
I managed to put down the keys to our Scarlet Avanza and promptly forget where they are. Nearly worked myself into a state of hysterical frustration (the like of which has not been seen since I thought I lost Ramon's prescriptions) last night, racking my brains and searching the house. Today, I decided to take the opposite tack and distract myself with the Xubuntu install, accompanied by many prayers to St. Anthony to give me a clue. Tried looking about again, but all the logical locations have been used up, and my intuition isn't pinging.
In any case, I have the code number to re-order a new key with security remote, so in the event that I don't manage to find them in a timely fashion, I can call up the service center. It helps that said service center is a mere five minutes from the house, too.
That said, it is a blessing that the situation is remediable, at least.
- - -
My cycle started today, which of course brings with it many hormonal swings. This business of misplacing the keys has had the net effect of making me bluer that I would normally be, under the circumstances. See, it's this business of being the responsible caretaker that gets to me sometimes. I'm supposed to be the one in charge of things, for the most part. Under normal circumstances, things go along without incident.
But then comes a moment where I totally blank on where I put things, and it upsets me deeply, because under normal circumstances, everything has a definite place. Or I blank on things I have to do, even though they're entered in digital/hardcopy calendars.
(I have no idea why I have hardcopy planners. I never make any good use of them that I can see. Maybe this year I'll find it in me to keep just one pretty planner and give the rest away while the next year is still new.)
Blue funk moment, folks. It's the time when logic flies out the window - along with my memory cells, apparently. It's like that postcard I saw of a harassed lady wishing she had hugs, a driver, a maid, an accountant, a nanny, a rich husband (?) and any number of things, but mostly hugs. ::chuckle::
Basically, I do wish I had a driver - but that only happens when Dad's the passenger. Though it would be nice to have someone to drop us off at Makati Med when Ramon has his checkups ("Thank you, Pedrito, you can go back to the house and pick us up at the Convergys Jollibee around 1pm."), or when Dad needs to go somewhere, and Ma wants to be somewhere else. ("Pedrito, Daddy needs to go to the Veteran's Center at 3pm. I'll take Ma to the reflexology center.")
I also wish I had an alalay, a sort of general footman-type to carry shopping bags and look after Ramon while he toddles about the mall, killing time while I'm at the hair salon or spa. It would make me easier in mind to know he had someone to keep an eye on him when I can't do it myself. Ah, well. Dreaming is free, as they say, and it's probably the least expensive form of entertainment there is.
- - -
It's raining. I love the rain; it was in the middle of the monsoon season when Ramon declared his feelings for me, and some of our best times have been during rainy weather. Of course, let the rain go on for too long, and then we all get restless and stir-crazy at home, and I start counting the days when the sun can come out for proper laundry time.
We've had far too much rain over the past two weeks or so; the typhoon names are now up to the letter "M". 13 named weather disturbances, and monsoon season doesn't end until around November, I suppose. Am trying to take stock of whatever I can ship off to the typhoon relief drives. What a pity I can't just haul out those cans of spaghetti sauce that have been sitting in the cabinet for more than a month, and send them off. Heaven knows, no one seems to want to eat pasta in this house except me, and for that, I only ever really need one can. I suppose I'll have to think of something with chicken and sauce at some point, and take matters into my own hands.
The paradox of our kitchen is that, if I cook for two, everyone wants to try it. If I cook enough for four, no one looks sideways at it. It's weird!
OK, AbiWord says this document is nearing the bottom of its third page. Time to sign off. I hope I can put up some more lengthy posts in the future; and hopefully I can find time to sort through some of those old projects and revive at least one of them before the year is over.
In the interests of standardizing my equipment, I installed Xubuntu onto the Blue PC laptop. Naturally, being afraid to bork the existing Windows setup, I did a whole lot of Googling to see just how difficult installation would be, and imagine my surprise when I found out about Wubi, the official Linux installer for Windows! Downloaded it, and the latest Xubuntu ISO for safety, and with bated breath, set out to create a dual-boot system.
Again, being afraid to bork the Windows setup, I followed all the instructions I found on a nifty page about setting up a dual boot Vista/Xubuntu system. Discovered that the Wubi installer only allocated 10GB, max, for Xubuntu, which leaves the lion's share of the drive space to Vista. ::sigh:: Still, better than nothing, and I do have the external drives for storage anyway.
Onward and upward...the install went pretty smoothly, and before too long, I had a running Xubuntu system. Spent more time tweaking than installing - which is usually the case if it's a smooth setup. Of course before even getting Xubuntu onto the PC. there was a passel of updates that wanted their turn in the sun on the Vista side of things. Then I tweaked the Firefox there to be a mirror of the Firefox on this side of the partition.
Long story short, you can now refer to me as the sysop of four systems: PPC/OSX, Xubuntu-PPC, Vista Starter, and Xubuntu-i386. This last has all the bells and whistles that its PPC version doesn't, including Flash and Java. The Flash component was ridiculously easy to get running after its PPC counterpart, which I appreciate a whole lot.
So then iBook becomes a primary machine to maintain my Palm 680 and other things; the Vista Starter will handle stuff that only wants to play with Windows; Xubuntu-PPC for internet stuff, etc.; ditto for Xubuntu-i386. Yay, geekitude?
Looking forward to many long and happy hours with the PC while the iBook goes into semi-retirement. I've become used to Xubuntu - the speed at which it boots and runs Firefox, especially.
- - -
I managed to put down the keys to our Scarlet Avanza and promptly forget where they are. Nearly worked myself into a state of hysterical frustration (the like of which has not been seen since I thought I lost Ramon's prescriptions) last night, racking my brains and searching the house. Today, I decided to take the opposite tack and distract myself with the Xubuntu install, accompanied by many prayers to St. Anthony to give me a clue. Tried looking about again, but all the logical locations have been used up, and my intuition isn't pinging.
In any case, I have the code number to re-order a new key with security remote, so in the event that I don't manage to find them in a timely fashion, I can call up the service center. It helps that said service center is a mere five minutes from the house, too.
That said, it is a blessing that the situation is remediable, at least.
- - -
My cycle started today, which of course brings with it many hormonal swings. This business of misplacing the keys has had the net effect of making me bluer that I would normally be, under the circumstances. See, it's this business of being the responsible caretaker that gets to me sometimes. I'm supposed to be the one in charge of things, for the most part. Under normal circumstances, things go along without incident.
But then comes a moment where I totally blank on where I put things, and it upsets me deeply, because under normal circumstances, everything has a definite place. Or I blank on things I have to do, even though they're entered in digital/hardcopy calendars.
(I have no idea why I have hardcopy planners. I never make any good use of them that I can see. Maybe this year I'll find it in me to keep just one pretty planner and give the rest away while the next year is still new.)
Blue funk moment, folks. It's the time when logic flies out the window - along with my memory cells, apparently. It's like that postcard I saw of a harassed lady wishing she had hugs, a driver, a maid, an accountant, a nanny, a rich husband (?) and any number of things, but mostly hugs. ::chuckle::
Basically, I do wish I had a driver - but that only happens when Dad's the passenger. Though it would be nice to have someone to drop us off at Makati Med when Ramon has his checkups ("Thank you, Pedrito, you can go back to the house and pick us up at the Convergys Jollibee around 1pm."), or when Dad needs to go somewhere, and Ma wants to be somewhere else. ("Pedrito, Daddy needs to go to the Veteran's Center at 3pm. I'll take Ma to the reflexology center.")
I also wish I had an alalay, a sort of general footman-type to carry shopping bags and look after Ramon while he toddles about the mall, killing time while I'm at the hair salon or spa. It would make me easier in mind to know he had someone to keep an eye on him when I can't do it myself. Ah, well. Dreaming is free, as they say, and it's probably the least expensive form of entertainment there is.
- - -
It's raining. I love the rain; it was in the middle of the monsoon season when Ramon declared his feelings for me, and some of our best times have been during rainy weather. Of course, let the rain go on for too long, and then we all get restless and stir-crazy at home, and I start counting the days when the sun can come out for proper laundry time.
We've had far too much rain over the past two weeks or so; the typhoon names are now up to the letter "M". 13 named weather disturbances, and monsoon season doesn't end until around November, I suppose. Am trying to take stock of whatever I can ship off to the typhoon relief drives. What a pity I can't just haul out those cans of spaghetti sauce that have been sitting in the cabinet for more than a month, and send them off. Heaven knows, no one seems to want to eat pasta in this house except me, and for that, I only ever really need one can. I suppose I'll have to think of something with chicken and sauce at some point, and take matters into my own hands.
The paradox of our kitchen is that, if I cook for two, everyone wants to try it. If I cook enough for four, no one looks sideways at it. It's weird!
OK, AbiWord says this document is nearing the bottom of its third page. Time to sign off. I hope I can put up some more lengthy posts in the future; and hopefully I can find time to sort through some of those old projects and revive at least one of them before the year is over.
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I think i know exactly/have that postcard you mentioned. I feel like that some days too --> totally harrassed and wondering when i can lie down and not have to deal with things.
So here's one of those hugs you're wishing for. :)
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I've missed the rambly posts myself, and am glad to be able to write them again. Will be working on one later tonight, after the house has gone to sleep. ::grin::
Blue funk moment has been cured by an inventory of things in the office space and the rooms. Who has time to want shiny new stuff when one can play at maximizing shiny almost-new stuff? It's worth all the dust and grime I magnetized onto my skin - but then, that's what hot baths are for.
:)