My speakers were just fine yesterday.
This morning, however, I woke up the computer and turned on my Altec Lansing 5.1 speaker array and… HSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!
I unplugged the jacks from the computer, no change. I fiddled with the knobs, turned the speakers off and on, no change. I unplugged the power cord and plugged that back in again and… change.
Now they don’t turn on at all. I guess I’m going shopping later. Le sigh.
It’s not that the sound of water running through the gutters & drains keeps me awake at night. In fact, it’s usually quite an aid to somnolence. However… last night’s rain was just light enough to only keep a somewhat-steady drip coming out of the drains.
Somewhat.
Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip … drip drip drip … drip drip drip drip drip … drip … drip drip drip drip … drip drip drip drip … drip drip … drip drip drip …
It wouldn’t have been a problem had it simply managed to keep the beat steady! Instead… quite the opposite. I had to get up and read for a couple of hours until the dripping stopped. (Which means I’m running on about four, maybe five hours of accumulated sleep today. WHEE.)
As of today, I don’t have “kids.” I have “young adults.” That’s right, it’s my daughter’s 18th birthday. (She got her present on Saturday: A gift card so she can buy more manga… like she needs more, am I right?)
Today she signed up for Google so she can have her own Gmail and Google+ account… they wouldn’t let her until today, you see.
They grow up so fast!
(Mind you: No matter how old they get, they’ll always be my “rugrats.” Heh.)
I swear to you, my intentions did not include ending up making only one post per month.
Say! I looked at the lava dome of a volcano a couple of weeks ago! See? I even took Explorer Duck along with! Excitement! Explorer Duck has since gone back home to her owner back in Pennsylvania, as my house was her final stop in the worldwide tour.
My daughter turns 18 on Monday. I guess I may have to stop calling them my “kids” now, though they’ll always be my “rugrats,” which admittedly makes no sense to anyone but myself. So be it; I’m a known weirdo anyway.
So far, the new webserver is working beautifully. It’s faster, it’s running a much newer Linux OS than the old one, and most importantly it costs $40 less per month. I should’ve done this years ago.
The job is… crazy. We just added three new clients and two new Kaseya management add-ons, so I’m never bored. Then again, I’m also never going to get caught up. Sigh.
My personal life is largely drama-free, and I count that as a very good thing. I get plenty enough excitement from my job and the day-to-day challenges of life without adding interpersonal conflicts, you know?
Once I get my head a bit more above water, maybe I’ll start looking at ways to spruce things up around here. For now… I’m just hanging in there as best I can.
It’s possible that I’m a bit of a weirdo.
My boss asked me to “make it so” (on a Kaseya module purchase, if you’re curious) and I did so.
I then pointed out that I have as yet been unable to make it la, ti or do, and that we may need to look into renewal pricing for do, re, mi and fa.
So… did you miss me?
Back when I started this and was using the Monaural Jerk publishing system, I felt compelled to post early and often. I even setup the “guilt” display so I’d know if I dipped below a certain percentage of posts per week/month/year.
How things change…
What happened? First, I lost my favorite job ever. I doubt that I’m ever going to bounce back fully from the depression which followed that event. When you don’t feel good about yourself, you certainly don’t want to share that with the world on a continual basis. (That is, unless you’re more of a moody exhibitionist than I’ll ever be.)
Then, Twitter happened. When I can blurt out my usual brand of inanity in 140 characters or less any time I like from any location with mobile phone coverage, there’s much less inanity queued up for posting here.
Now I even have Google+, which means that the slightly longer forms of inanity can go there. What does that leave here?
I don’t know. When I started this, I called it a “journal” because I was going to chronicle my life. A big part of that is because my memory is questionable at the best of times so it seemed a good idea to have a way to go back and remember what happened in years gone by. Of course, now I don’t have much going on. I work, I eat, I sleep, I go out on dates on a regular basis, but very little of moment needs documenting. My job certainly doesn’t provide the level of entertaining anecdotes that a career in radio used to offer, my love life is rather private, and my only public hobby already has its own website.
I’m not going to retire this. In fact, I want to find a purpose for the silly thing. I just haven’t found that yet.
In the mean time… thanks for still being here.
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