I never really felt poor until the laptop died last week. Somehow this is the cut that really hurts. Now when I can’t pay the cable bill going to the library won’t be an option. And even though I was using a back up harddrive it wasn’t getting backed up so I lost all the pictures I’ve taken this year and all the stories I’ve written since Dec. I lost the books I was editing and I lost the final covers of BunniHoTep and Miss Kat’s and I lost the final edited content for BunniHoTep . It’s got all my research for stories, saved rituals, random story ideas, my income tax info for this year and a hoard of things I’m sure I won’t remember until I need them. It had my life on it. I wish now I had checked to see that it was really backing things up but for some reason it stopped at the beginning of files labeled MA which means all My Video and My pictures etc. My poor little faithful Fujitsu.
Per the Notebook shop it would cost $550 to replace the motherboard where the graphic card resides at the moment that is quite unattainable especially since I need 2 new tires much worse. And there are probably other things wrong too because the USB ports were evidently cranky too. I can’t even get the hard drive recovered until I get a job.
So I’m grieving a good friend and it really hurts. I never would have thought losing an inanimate object would hurt so much but it’s been my window on the world especially in between temp jobs the last few years. It made me feel part of the world. I got my news that way. It was my access to creativity and new friends. It added colour and dimension to my life in a way I never imagined it would when I bought it.
My old PC is slow awkward and hasn’t got much memory, it does email and that’s about it. This morning it wouldn’t access the net at all for some reason. And for some reason sitting at a PC seems like work and just writing where ever I was, was play.
So I’m as I said grieving an old and faithful friend.
I was definitely born without some basic girl genes, specifically the mirror gene and the need to go to bathroom in a roving band of women.
I just went into the bathroom and there was a woman staring intensely at herself in the mirror mostly at her ass. I went in and did what I needed to do and when I was washing my hands she came out of her stall and then proceeded to do another thorough inspection of everything in the mirror. What exactly did she think happened in those few minutes? I’m happy to look down and not be trailing toilet paper off my shoe.
I don’t understand the whole mirror staring thing. I consult the mirror to make sure nothing untoward has happened in the night to my face, comb my hair and make sure I haven’t suddenly grown some menopausal beard hairs during the night but I have no desire to spend long minutes consulting my ass in my jeans. Nothing much to see there anyway, I was born without the junk in the trunk gene too.
I don’t have the gene that compels ordinarily self-sufficient women to go to the rest room in a pod. I do not wish most of the time to have a great conversation in the rest room. I have no desire to share bodily function noises with my friends.
I had a Rec professor at CSUN that used to make fun of the women that went in pods when we were on outings or trips and he would turn to me, usually the lone woman left and ask what was wrong with me. I always told him I had no need to go so why should I and that I was missing that gene and he would laugh. I really had no need to go hang out near a port a potty or bif in the woods. Camp was different. It might be the only time you could talk all day or they were the ones you borrowed the flashlight from. I used to watch it happen at camp when you had to go with a buddy but some women take it to the extreme and go in groups of 40 or more, I swear.
The other bathroom habit I can not fathom and one that gets me hot under the collar when I do need to go, is women who are teeny tiny people and insist on using the handicapped stall when there is nothing wrong with them and their feet don’t reach the floor. Why are you using the seat that is at least 2 inches higher than the normal can when you are not handicapped??? If I haven’t waited to the last minute and am not desperate, I will wait at the door for them to leave and make them scurry away but there they are the next time? Why???!!!
OMG I have to call on a doctor whose first name is Phuc. This will not be phun!
Not that I’m headed back any time in this lifetime but at least I can feel more comfortable at a funeral or a wedding.
This is about the dumbest thing I’ve ever seen. They can’t put any women in the newspaper because it might be sexually suggestive? They must have a really low opinion of men’s ability to control themselves to feel that way about a photo especially that one which is about the least sexually suggestive picture I’ve ever seen.
I thought there was a little thing in the 10 commandments about not bearing false witness? Do the 10 commandments outrank the smaller prohibitions about their discrimination against women? One would think so. Because they not only changed an iconic view of history being made but disobeyed the noting on the photo itself that it wasn’t to be altered in any way.
Obviously women are waaaay more scary that violating US law or the 10 commandments. Some fully dressed women intent on doing their job might all of sudden in a moment of national history and stress decide she has to jump some man’s bones because she can’t control herself and do her job. I really don’t think most Jewish men are that stupid and with out impulse control but Orthodox Jewish men must be different.