Weeell....

The computerbox is dead. Official-like. Yesterday, while following up on a suggestion by ES that had something to do with removing and replacing the CMOS battery, I noticed that a number of capacitors on the motherboard were coated in some really interesting corrosion crystals, and went "Hmmmmmm." Later, ES dropped by, looked at the board and the capacitors and the corrosion crystals and said, "Um. Yeah." He also said things like "If you had a really steady hand, you could pull off those capacitors and solder in new ones." At this point, I held up my hands, let everyone observe the reason why I am completely inelegible to be a neurosurgeon (but the jury's still out for gynecologist). He said "Um. Yeah." again. So he said he'd like to have a go at it, and I sent him home with the board and the processor, along with triadruid's old case, saying "More power to ye, laddie". And lo, I did buy new parts, which will be in the mail sometime this week.

On the upside, we've been having a fine time here at EHQ. greektoomey is here all week (so if you're available during the day and want to drop by and visit, that's cool), and we are prepping for the New Year's Champagne and Hentai party. We got lots of nifty toys for Winter Avarice, too!

And, it's not Queen of Wands, but another webcomic seems to have taken up residence in our house, or, at least, we seem to do this a lot....

Weeell....

The computerbox is dead. Official-like. Yesterday, while following up on a suggestion by ES that had something to do with removing and replacing the CMOS battery, I noticed that a number of capacitors on the motherboard were coated in some really interesting corrosion crystals, and went "Hmmmmmm." Later, ES dropped by, looked at the board and the capacitors and the corrosion crystals and said, "Um. Yeah." He also said things like "If you had a really steady hand, you could pull off those capacitors and solder in new ones." At this point, I held up my hands, let everyone observe the reason why I am completely inelegible to be a neurosurgeon (but the jury's still out for gynecologist). He said "Um. Yeah." again. So he said he'd like to have a go at it, and I sent him home with the board and the processor, along with triadruid's old case, saying "More power to ye, laddie". And lo, I did buy new parts, which will be in the mail sometime this week.

On the upside, we've been having a fine time here at EHQ. greektoomey is here all week (so if you're available during the day and want to drop by and visit, that's cool), and we are prepping for the New Year's Champagne and Hentai party. We got lots of nifty toys for Winter Avarice, too!

And, it's not Queen of Wands, but another webcomic seems to have taken up residence in our house, or, at least, we seem to do this a lot....

From the "Better Left Unanalyzed" Department

Two dreams, which reveal my preoccupation with gay sex:

Last night/this morning: ( A necklace, inappropriate gifts, and yaoi school )

Sunday night:( The weredog, the ex-girlfriend, and the rosemary crackers )

From the "Better Left Unanalyzed" Department

Two dreams, which reveal my preoccupation with gay sex:

Last night/this morning: ( A necklace, inappropriate gifts, and yaoi school )

Sunday night:( The weredog, the ex-girlfriend, and the rosemary crackers )

My name is Featherynscale, but you can call me Posty.

As far as the Wintertime holidays go, this was probably the least alarming of any in my memory. Most of that is probably because my interaction with the relations was confined to telephone calls, and then only to Mom and Grandma. Mom and Grandma were on relatively good behavior (which means that Grandma was not in the background yelling "Your mom wants grandchildren", like she was the last time I talked to Mom...) so that was easy. They are a little odd, though, the relations.

Example: I'm talking to Grandma, she commiserates with me on the upcoming loss of my job. I tell her about a job that I have heard about that I intend to apply for, which is a job in the public sector, and has potential to like, help people, and stuff, and also would be the sort of job that I sometimes went to school for, and would pay more than my current gig. And she goes, "I don't know. That doesn't sound like a very happy job. Not a very good job for a young lady. **heavy sigh** You just pray about that." But I suppose that if that's the worst of it, it's not too bad.

Also, Grandma sent me a check for Christmas that's being converted into new computer parts. She asked me on the phone what I was going to spend it on, and I tried to explain about the death of the computer. Talking computers with any of my relatives other than Mom or my Crazy Uncle is always a sort of exciting proposition, but I am brave and bold and willing to try. I had a hard time getting her to understand that I was not buying a whole new computer, only some new parts, but other than that, she seemed not to be too lost. She didn't ask any questions that had to be answered with numbers, so that made the conversation a lot easier. Somewhere on the net there's a page about a man who has a conversation with his mother about megabytes, and how that's just a measurement, and more than one thing could be measured in megabytes, just like you could have a pint of milk or a pint of blood, and then the mother goes off on "Why do you always have to talk about blood?".... That sort of thing is what usually happens when we try to talk about technology.

I did get to spend a fair amount of time with kittenpants' family though, and that was generally good. We played a rousing round of "Is kittenpants' brother gay or not?", which is always entertaining. Somehow, no matter how much information we get, we never seem to be any closer to the answer to that question than we were before. I told her yesterday she could just ask him, but she said that wouldn't be any fun.

Also, greektoomey gave us the clap, mono, and syphillis. Wasn't that nice of him? :)

My name is Featherynscale, but you can call me Posty.

As far as the Wintertime holidays go, this was probably the least alarming of any in my memory. Most of that is probably because my interaction with the relations was confined to telephone calls, and then only to Mom and Grandma. Mom and Grandma were on relatively good behavior (which means that Grandma was not in the background yelling "Your mom wants grandchildren", like she was the last time I talked to Mom...) so that was easy. They are a little odd, though, the relations.

Example: I'm talking to Grandma, she commiserates with me on the upcoming loss of my job. I tell her about a job that I have heard about that I intend to apply for, which is a job in the public sector, and has potential to like, help people, and stuff, and also would be the sort of job that I sometimes went to school for, and would pay more than my current gig. And she goes, "I don't know. That doesn't sound like a very happy job. Not a very good job for a young lady. **heavy sigh** You just pray about that." But I suppose that if that's the worst of it, it's not too bad.

Also, Grandma sent me a check for Christmas that's being converted into new computer parts. She asked me on the phone what I was going to spend it on, and I tried to explain about the death of the computer. Talking computers with any of my relatives other than Mom or my Crazy Uncle is always a sort of exciting proposition, but I am brave and bold and willing to try. I had a hard time getting her to understand that I was not buying a whole new computer, only some new parts, but other than that, she seemed not to be too lost. She didn't ask any questions that had to be answered with numbers, so that made the conversation a lot easier. Somewhere on the net there's a page about a man who has a conversation with his mother about megabytes, and how that's just a measurement, and more than one thing could be measured in megabytes, just like you could have a pint of milk or a pint of blood, and then the mother goes off on "Why do you always have to talk about blood?".... That sort of thing is what usually happens when we try to talk about technology.

I did get to spend a fair amount of time with kittenpants' family though, and that was generally good. We played a rousing round of "Is kittenpants' brother gay or not?", which is always entertaining. Somehow, no matter how much information we get, we never seem to be any closer to the answer to that question than we were before. I told her yesterday she could just ask him, but she said that wouldn't be any fun.

Also, greektoomey gave us the clap, mono, and syphillis. Wasn't that nice of him? :)

Official Gift Exchange Poke

Hey everybody--

This should be the sort of wind-up week for the gift exchange, so please give your gift before Sunday if you haven't done so already.

For administrative porpoises (and because I am the Queen of the Nosy People), please comment and tell me what you got! (Sooper Sekrit Other Reason: If you haven't gotten anything yet, I can poke your Santa if necessessessseseessesary. I can never spell that word right.)

Official Gift Exchange Poke

Hey everybody--

This should be the sort of wind-up week for the gift exchange, so please give your gift before Sunday if you haven't done so already.

For administrative porpoises (and because I am the Queen of the Nosy People), please comment and tell me what you got! (Sooper Sekrit Other Reason: If you haven't gotten anything yet, I can poke your Santa if necessessessseseessesary. I can never spell that word right.)

Um. Cows?

We're watching Firefly, courtesy of orcjohn. At some point in the series, the Serenity is full of cows. It is a spaceship. Full of cows. No one here seems to grasp how intrinsically funny this is.

Not like strapped-in cows, either. Just cows, milling about in the hold. They have horns. The comic potential is limitless.

Um. Cows?

We're watching Firefly, courtesy of orcjohn. At some point in the series, the Serenity is full of cows. It is a spaceship. Full of cows. No one here seems to grasp how intrinsically funny this is.

Not like strapped-in cows, either. Just cows, milling about in the hold. They have horns. The comic potential is limitless.