Scratching the Surface

May. 26th, 2012 08:58 pm
roadrunnertwice: Dialogue: "I have caught many hapless creatures in my own inter-net." (Hapless creatures (Rainy Days))
So. Early in that recent series about my ill-advised renovation project, I mentioned that, until I'd recovered from my brain amoebas or whatever, I had wanted to paint the room orange. And when Emm ([livejournal.com profile] emmling/[personal profile] kamonohashi) and Laura ([profile] roler) read that, they were both immediately like "Oh Jesus, it's fishhead.jpg all over again." And it recently occurred to me that there should definitely be more people sharing their horror.

Okay. Google has blessedly forgotten about all this, and I am DEFINITELY not saying how to find it over at the Archive, but listen: I used to have a... PERSONAL WEBSITE. On my ISP's five megs of web space, because I'm sure Geocities and Angelfire were nice, but I wanted a URL with a tilde in it. No I do not remember why that mattered.

For reasons I do not want to get into, it was VERY important to me that this website's background be a childishly-drawn skeletonized fish against a baby aspirin orange backdrop. This was the very soul incarnate of my internet presence. THE FISH SYMBOLIZED AUTHENTICITY, PEOPLE. The fish abides. Abided. Serenely. Until I eventually decamped for LiveJournal.

The motherfucker looked like this

and it was glorious.



And so now you know what that was about.



In other news, we had a thunderstorm in Portland tonight, and it was pretty badass. Reminded me of Minneapolis, and made me half think I should scurry down to the Acadia for a pint and some warmth and a good view down Franklin of the retreating clouds and lightning.

'Course, the Acadia moved down to Hiawatha or something, after I left. Who even knows what's the place in Stevens Square these days. But still.
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Jul. 12th, 2008 08:37 am
roadrunnertwice: Me looking up at the camera, wearing big headphones and a striped shirt. (THE SHITBOX WENT TITS UP)
I still wish I knew what the hell is the matter with this MacBook, but at least the question will soon be academic—Applecare is going to just replace the whole thing. The acute failure of the sleep and Bluetooth systems came back again (after being repaired three times) and I made it clear that I needed either a new machine or some very convincing assurance that the repair people knew exactly what was causing this and how to make it stop permanently. They couldn't provide the latter, but are quite willing to provide the former. (With a fairly steep power boost, at that—it's the current equivalent of what I got in '06. Part of me feels guilty for looking forward to a 64-bit CPU and a more-than-twice-as-big HD [and—glory be!—that second Option key], but I am resolutely squelching that part. I shall consider it payment for frustrations rendered, and I didn't bloody well ask for a lemon in the first place, did I?)

The person I dealt with the time before last told me he'd dealt with similar problems in the past, and that they could be remarkably intractable. "Haunted," was how he described the afflicted systems, which seems apt and is the best answer I've gotten so far. Still, I wish I knew what the hell is the matter with this MacBook. Academic or not, it bugs me.

(Because replacing the motherboard fixes it, right? It's just that it comes back without fail inside of two months, and then gets worse as time goes on. I don't buy that I had four defective motherboards in a row, so there must be some other part—which they haven't thought to replace—that's malfunctioning in such a way as to put undue strain and wear on the motherboard. Like, using a slightly wrong voltage or occasionally sending power spikes or a short? Does this sort of thing just not occur to the repair division, or is it just more cost-effective to replace a system than to exorcise this caliber of issue?

All I know at this point is that I'm damn glad I had the 3-year coverage.)
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