Archive for January, 2007

Jan 27 2007

I’m going to need more bandwidth.

Published by under Computing,Gaming

For some reason this really annoyed me.

I’m in the middle of downloading the patch for World of Warcraft’s Burning Crusade expansion. There’s the usual status bar indicator, telling you about how much you’ve got downloaded, and then above that the text that tells you what file is coming through the pipe at you. The text reads, exactly as follows:
Dowloading “Patches” . . .

Wuh the f? First of all, what’s with the quote marks? Am I downloading a patch or am I not? Am I downloading some super-secret file that they are just calling a patch? I can imagine all the devs walking around Blizzard headquarters making air-quotes and saying things like “Tonight we launch Operation “Patches”. Soon they will bow down to us!”

Secondly, PATCHES? Isn’t that what you name your cat or something? Couldn’t they just have said “Downloading the patch” or even, “Downloading Update 4.0.4 v.2″ or whatever number we’re on now? Because if I’m downloading Patches, the small and fluffy cat, I don’t think my LAN cable can handle that. Now I’m imagining a kitten getting forced through a fiber line, trying to work its way into my house. Once the download is complete, my DVD drive will open automatically, and a new pet will be sitting there, waiting for me to suit it up with armor and go fight the Burning Legion.

Then again, if they’re trying to force a kitten through the fiber optic cable, no wonder this patch is taking so long to complete. At 159 MB, that better be one insanely cute kitten.

Patches says “Blizzard made me this cute so I could destroy you all!”

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Jan 26 2007

Just call me Ruby Gillis.

Published by under Outdoors,Rants,The Man

You know that your illness has crossed the line from “chest cold” to “maybe I have consumption and should contemplate taking the prairie cure” when you have been coughing for a week straight with no signs of it letting up. I get headaches from how much I’m coughing. Chris asked me today “Are you getting any better at all?”, which probably was part concern and part “Stop coughing already, I am trying to watch Buffy over here!” I wouldn’t blame him or The Man if they put me into isolation, because this is way past annoying. I guess I didn’t realize how many times a day I actually had to go to the bathroom sink to spit out mucus until I started curling up in my big chair to read. The big chair comes equipped with The Big Ottoman, so to get up, I have to either climb over the ottoman or scoot it out of the way. It’s much more of a hassle than getting up from the couch. And when you have to climb over a piece of furniture every five to ten minutes, you start to notice how annoying this really is. Last night was the first time in awhile that I didn’t wake myself up at night at least twice because I was coughing so hard that tears were coming out of my eyes. I guess that’s a sign that I’m getting better, but it is a slow road.

I really have zero room for complaining about this, though, because I am a smoker. Not only am I a smoker, but I have been susceptible to chest/throat problems since I was a child. I’ve mentioned my ongoing tonsil issues before, and they started when I was ten. I’ve taken penicillin for tonsillitis so many times now that I suspect I’ve built up an immunity to it. I’ve had bronchitis several times, pneumonia twice (once was fairly mild, once was not), and many many chest colds.

Believe it or not, for all the bitching I’ve done about this latest bout with the croup, or whatever the hell I have, I’m grateful it’s not worse. My throat has not given me a moment of trouble, which is just sheer amazing luck – the amount of coughing I’ve been doing should have ripped it to shreds by now. My sinuses are also wonderfully clear, and I don’t have any of the aches that a cold usually brings on.

I’m going to try to stop talking about how stupidly ill I am, though. It’s boring for me to still be sick, I can’t imagine it’s any fun to read about.

So, in other news, it’s three degrees Fahrenheit outside right now. It’s a good thing there’s no wind, otherwise to go outdoors would mean that your lungs would instantly freeze and you would fall down dead. Then you’d probably freeze to the ground and people would have to chisel you off for burial.

Well, I’ve discussed my health and the weather, what else can I talk about to make this the Most Boring Entry Ever? I’d bring up the cats, but there’s really no news there. Perhaps I’d better close this up before I do something we’d all regret.

Stay warm and mucus-free, kids. I will attempt to do the same.

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Jan 22 2007

Lunger.

Published by under Snippets

I have some kind of bronchial thing going on right now. Cough, cough, cough. I’m loading up on Mucinex and Vicks 44M, but I predict I will be coughing for at least 3-4 more days. The house is in shambles because I don’t feel like dusting or vacuuming. It’s mostly all I can do to keep loading and unloading the dishwasher so we don’t have to eat out of pots and pans.

Mostly I’m spending my time reading and working on a new crochet project. I’m trying to make a lap blanket but I don’t think I bought enough yarn.

It is freaking cold outside, and when it snows it is dry and light. Drifting snow. Works for me, because that means there is no heavy, wet snow to shovel off the porch and walks.

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Jan 17 2007

Feel like shit.

Published by under Snippets

I feel like complete shit right now. My throat is sore and I have a cough, which really helps. Plus, I’m hot so probably there’s a fever in there somewhere. I’ve been sleeping all day. Maybe a shower will help.

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Jan 16 2007

She makes me degenerate. Seriously.

Published by under Friends,Survey/Friday Five

ONOZ! I forgot about my journal again. Strangely, my life has been a whirlwind of adventure (for me, anyway), so not writing is kind of lame. Mackers was over this weekend and we had the mad shopping-and-consuming-alcohol tour of duty. She arrived Friday night and we were immediately held hostage by the three bottles of wine in my fridge. We were compelled to drink and drink again. The bitter end came with a bottle of 7 Deadly Zins, which was a dry red zinfandel, and not the lighter white we were expecting. Curses! We were up until 6 AM and ridiculed one of my neighbors for jogging during “the middle of the night”. . . until we realized it was five in the morning and we were drunken reprobates. The next day we went shopping – every store in the mall was having their semi-annual BIGGEST SALE OF THE CENTURY so we scored many good deals. Two pairs of cargo pants for $18.00! Hooray! However, my quest for a specific lamp and lots of shelving for the living room remains unfulfilled.

Sadly, no pictures were taken to celebrate our debauchery and submission to the consumerist ideals of these United States, because we were too stupid to bring our cameras anywhere, and too drunk to operate them at home. Boo!

To supply a small bit of reparations, a late Friday Five:

How high is your guilt threshold?
It is very easy to make me feel guilty about something. I will often feel guilty for doing something as benign as expressing an opposite preference (such as when choosing what to eat for dinner). This probably ties in to my desire to be well-liked and not have people screaming at me and/or calling me a bitch.

How strong is your resistance to sweets?
LOW. Hence, my midsection and butt are bigger than in days of yore.

How long is your fuse?
The average fuse length on the 1978 model is 12-14 inches. When lit, the Exploding Jas provides anywhere from 15-20 seconds of delay, allowing the operator time to get to cover. Recommended cover includes: trenches, cement walls, and tornado shelters. Damage varies, depending on weather conditions and surrounding terrain.

What is the quickest way to get you hot (you know what we mean!)?
Actually, I don’t know what you mean. Because, the parenthetical could be a “wink-wink-nudge-nudge” thing, or it could be more in the tone of “you filthy-minded pervert, we meant temperature/temper”. The Internet has no vocal inflection. So, because you are incapable of asking a concise question, I provide only ridicule in my answer.

How sensitive are you to ambient noise?
If there’s a lot of it, I spend lots of time going “Eh? What? What’d you say?” It doesn’t usually give me a headache or anything, though.

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