I'm sure there were dreams... and odd ones at that.

I was feeling very antisocial last night. evealone had an overstock of pizza, which got at least partially demolished by the home crowd. I mostly stayed in my room and tried to sleep. I'd rather sleep when depressed than want to hurt myself. It's a step up.

digitalambience came over, originally to take a look at why my IM programs are not precisely working, and to make the network work. He set up the original network in the first place, so he's got experience, even though Red wasn't doing much on the network at the time, IIRC... No, wait. Eh, whatever.

But I inherited the position of Network Admin from him, having not really studied my networking, and it's a miracle that the network works as well as it does. I know how to set Windows 2000 machines to share their internet connections, and to accept the network addressed that are given to them, biyatch! ...but that's about the extent of my network admin skills. I haven't the foggiest at how to get a 2000 network to have a 98 machine listening, and getting the 98 machine to connect to the 2000 machine? No way. It's surprising enough that I got Red to listen to the fact that he's got a NIC and to accept that with good grace (though he can't print when he starts up with the Network Enabled hardware profile; if I were truly l33t I would have been able to resolve the IRQ conflict in a manner that would have let him use everything at once...) ...getting him truly on the network has been beyond my skills, and is probably just a bent bit of cable.

digitalambience came over, and snuggled up next to me, and there was teasing and silliness. I got his nose! Not too terribly much in the way of groping. We've grown apart from each other quite a bit, and it's far more comfortable than the game of Tetra Master was. If he'd been able to stay, something more than just teasing might have happened, but he had bowling to go do: playing with balls with the Loud Guy. (Bald Guy would have been invited, but Bald Guy was gaming with Skippy.)

Evidently this apartment is far too weird for the Loud Guy; he was barely able to tolerate the general weirdness when Adam lived here; now that Adam's not, Adam's snarky suggestion that the Loud Guy grace us with his presence was shuddered at. Since all the denizens here dislike the Loud Guy, and the Loud Guy was getting glared at by three adults and one cat (not sure if Nephew was picking up on the hostility and joining in) while he was holding forth in a highly opinionated manner on something that everyone wished he'd just shut the hell up about, I don't blame him at all for feeling that this apartment is rather weird. If he were less of an ass, it would be a lot more comfortable.

Slept well. Woke around sixish, and the cat has been crying for breakfast since. He's outside Mommy's door crying, as Mommy's the one who feeds him.

Breast Cancer

...has never really been high on my list of things to worry about. But I suppose, being female, I should be thinking about it, especially when I don't have someone who makes sure there are no unusual lumps in my breasts that aren't normally there.

For whatever reason, Darkside's mother and Shawn's mother seem to be melding together in my mind. I'm not sure what kind of a sign this is. Shawn's mother, the Sainted Lady Jessica, is an excellently sweet lady, sweeter than my elementary school friend Galadriel, sweeter than Galadriel's mother, making up for all of her son's shortcomings by her very existance. (For those who know the full list of That Idiot Shawn's shortcomings: yes, all of them.) I seem to remember a conversation with either Darkside or Shawn where there was the mention of mammograms, and the mother in the background made a clearly audible comment about the painful squishing involved. Since the voice was not the Sainted Lady Jessica's, it must have been Darkside's mother...

At any rate, votania's father sent me a link, for the fighting of breast cancer, and funding it. Evidently it only works in October, and it looks legit. (He could, of course, have scraped off the several layers of forwarding...) But here:

http://www.cignafoundation.org/

Click on the pink ribbon.

Book

After the ketchup makes the perfect place for Rose, who has been raised ethically monogamous, to wrestle with the first inklings of polyamory in her heart.

Night of the Living Dead Night

When Nosy Cousin was five, he got to watch Night of the Living Dead. Nephew's a little older now, and since Night of the Living Dead was up for grabs at the DeVry library book-cleaning sale (as were The Raven, Alphaville, Four Weddings and a Funeral, The Last Camel Died at Noon, and The Falcon at the Portal), tonight we get to watch Night of the Living Dead.

votania called Darkside and invited him to join in the festivities. For this hour of the morning, he talked on the phone with her a remarkably long time. I know him better than she does, now, and when she reported that he had sounded like he hadn't wanted to talk with her at all, I told her that this was complete balderdash: if he hadn't wanted to talk as much as he'd sounded like not wanting to talk, he would have gotten off the line at the point at which he'd said that he had to work tonight, sorry. Instead, he engaged her in conversation for perhaps thirty seconds afterwards, signifying politeness and caring despite sounding like hell.

Evidently I am in for a gore-fest. Yay. I'll bring my crocheting out.

Household

Occasionally, marxdarx likes to have waffles with an egg on top.

Locally, that form of breakfast has been dubbed "awffles", as neither votania or I think that it would be very appetizing; in fact, both of us found the thought actively nauseating.

Our potential adventures in shopping

Dawn is coming and picking us up to go shopping, since Clover is nowhere to be found, and we have places to go, people to beat...

You know you must be a classic SF geek when...

...you can't remember the name of the new Samuel L. Jackson movie, and your best guess at it is "Formula 451".

In other news, marxdarx is doing routine maintainence on Enki, installing a CD burner, and possibly another hard drive.

Workout

276 in morning
35 lateral pulldowns @ 60 lbs
30 butterfly flaps @ 40 lbs
30 forward pulldowns @ 60 lbs

Hanky-panky

Computer needs spanky.

It's been going up and down with alarming frequency, and good gods, does it ever get startling to be happily working away, and then BOOM! No connection!

Rather, it behooves the person working on the server to let the rest of the network know that the server's going down...

Back up, though. Dinner will be served in a few. I'm doing laundry. Yay!

Answers:

godai: Gods alone know, but your passion is gaming, right? And you've got computer expertise? Those two tend to do fairly well together.

Ghaaaaaaaa.

There are some days when computers frustrate me beyond belief.

The catch-22 with the Norton Internet Security is responsible for my messenger issues.