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Add to the list of Irish Coffee Failures:
- At home, in my own fucking house, with my own fucking coffee machine. I failed to put the lid on the coffeepot, which for some reason I can't fully understand caused it to produce some aromatic brown water instead of the coffee I had hoped would result. Why the lid should be a functional part of the process I have not a fucking clue. Nevertheless, I wasted the last of the actual coffee in the house in this manner (we have some chicory coffee, but I can't imagine that would work) and got no Irish coffee. After![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
triadruid was so kind as to buy me a bottle of Jameson's, too.
Much of last night was like that, where I was going "Wait. It doesn't work because What? That's not even related to the process that doesn't work! How is that possible?"
orcjohn came over and found the issue with triadruid's computer, which was that I hadn't cleared the CMOS, which was somewhat alarming, since in my brain, all of that should happen after the power comes on. Oh well. It then was kind enough to POST, which was good. Following that, his Windows 2000 installation discovered that it wasn't sitting on the same board it had been, and Freaked Right Out. Hence, I spent most of the evening attempting to repair Windows, failing, and deciding, well, fuck it, I'll just reinstall. And reinstall. And update. And return drivers. And so on and so forth. This means that tonight, I'll be reintroducing the OS to all the other programs still on the drive, which should also be exciting, by which I mean irritating and time-consuming.
Anyway, hell of a Yule gift, no? "Here, let me give you this, which will cause you to be offline for several days, and then probably lose all your stored email, and have to reinstall all kinds of things! Happy holidays!" *grumble* Much of the later part of the evening was spent acknowledging that I am about as useless as the cat, and that this was one of the specified conditions in my living will, that if I ever became useless like the cat, someone was to take me out back and put a bullet in my brain, to save everyone involved from future suffering.triadruid declined to accept this provision, for some reason. But hey.
Anyway, he should have email again today. If you have sent him anything in the last three days, he didn't get it, and you should send it again. If you have sent him anything really really important at any point in the past, it is probably gone now, and if you still have it, you should send it again. And thank you, for your support.
- At home, in my own fucking house, with my own fucking coffee machine. I failed to put the lid on the coffeepot, which for some reason I can't fully understand caused it to produce some aromatic brown water instead of the coffee I had hoped would result. Why the lid should be a functional part of the process I have not a fucking clue. Nevertheless, I wasted the last of the actual coffee in the house in this manner (we have some chicory coffee, but I can't imagine that would work) and got no Irish coffee. After
triadruid was so kind as to buy me a bottle of Jameson's, too. Much of last night was like that, where I was going "Wait. It doesn't work because What? That's not even related to the process that doesn't work! How is that possible?"
orcjohn came over and found the issue with triadruid's computer, which was that I hadn't cleared the CMOS, which was somewhat alarming, since in my brain, all of that should happen after the power comes on. Oh well. It then was kind enough to POST, which was good. Following that, his Windows 2000 installation discovered that it wasn't sitting on the same board it had been, and Freaked Right Out. Hence, I spent most of the evening attempting to repair Windows, failing, and deciding, well, fuck it, I'll just reinstall. And reinstall. And update. And return drivers. And so on and so forth. This means that tonight, I'll be reintroducing the OS to all the other programs still on the drive, which should also be exciting, by which I mean irritating and time-consuming. Anyway, hell of a Yule gift, no? "Here, let me give you this, which will cause you to be offline for several days, and then probably lose all your stored email, and have to reinstall all kinds of things! Happy holidays!" *grumble* Much of the later part of the evening was spent acknowledging that I am about as useless as the cat, and that this was one of the specified conditions in my living will, that if I ever became useless like the cat, someone was to take me out back and put a bullet in my brain, to save everyone involved from future suffering.
triadruid declined to accept this provision, for some reason. But hey. Anyway, he should have email again today. If you have sent him anything in the last three days, he didn't get it, and you should send it again. If you have sent him anything really really important at any point in the past, it is probably gone now, and if you still have it, you should send it again. And thank you, for your support.
