janegodzilla: (fail hero)
Holy crap, I have no idea how I managed to get along for as long as I did on my old laptop. I had to bust it out for this .exe class module, and the damn thing took about seven minutes to boot up and run through its usual collection of "something's wrong but I don't know what!!!" messages. Then it refused to recognize the internet.

Then it crashed.


Ten minutes later and I've got him running again, but ye gods, the poor thing's glitchy as hell. And I totally forgot about the malfunctioning "T" key, so that's making things fun. Poor Morton 2.0. Morton 3.0's got you beat hands-down.

On a related note, I really don't like it when my classes require me to install things on my computer. I know it's all in the name of ~*education*~ and whatnot, but I always have to go back and uninstall everything later and it's annoying.

Oh, look. I think the module's InstallShield Wizard just froze up. DAMMIT PC WHY YOU GOTTA BE LIKE THIS WHYYYYY.
janegodzilla: (MY SPOON IS TOO BIG)

Okay, this whole thing where it's cold and pouring out on my clinical days has got to stop. I'm going to be out and about in Oldtown all damn day; the prospect of being cold and soaking wet for five-odd hours is, ah, rather less than appealing. I can only layer so much, you know?

Plus, umbrellas aren't practical in that part of town, because it's windy and also I'd prefer to keep my hands free. Rassum frassum boo hiss booooo.

And I seem to be out of coffee! Why is the world against me today?!

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janegodzilla: (this isn't going well)
From Mother Jones: 9 Bills That Would Put Creationism in the Classroom

I have tried five times to write about this without devolving into utterly incoherent capslock rage, and it's, uh...it's not working.  In fact, I seem to be completely incapable of writing about the current state of politics in my country without losing my fucking mind, because what's happening right now is ridiculous and frightening and I feel like I'm living in some Bizarro-world United States where up is down and words do not actually mean what they're supposed to mean because the GOP doesn't like the real meaning.  Or something.

I'm currently sitting on a long, LONG post about my fear and anger and betrayal over what's happening with the GOP's attack on reproductive rights, and how this dovetails into my fear and anger and betrayal over what's happening in the US in general, but I just...ugh.  I'm so hesitant about posting it.  Because the thing is, I don't want to have to argue about this shit.  I don't want to have to explain why the prospect of being denied a life-saving abortion if I get pregnant and develop early HELLP syndrome is so deeply frightening.  I don't want to have to explain how nauseating it is that there are people who genuinely think it's a reasonable and good idea to propose legislation requiring investigation of miscarriages -- miscarriages! -- as potential "prenatal murders."  I don't want to have to explain why, as a union employee, I find the idea of losing my bargaining rights and benefits so incredibly upsetting.  Or why it's stupid and wrongheaded to insist that creationism is science (protip: if you can't test it in any way, shape, or form using the scientific method, it's NOT FUCKING SCIENCE) and require its presence in school curriculum.  Or why it strikes me as so boneheaded that these are the things the GOP wants to push instead of, I don't know, WORKING TO FIX OUR BROKEN FUCKING ECONOMY. 

I don't know.  Maybe it's just me, but I feel like all of these things are...kind of self-evident?  Like, golly gee, defunding National Public Radio?  Why on earth would that be in any way upsetting when the majority of our broadcast news comes from stations owned by mega-corporations who have a vested interest in seeing their political interests protected?  GOSH.  That's not problematic at all!


So, yeah, I don't want to argue.  And I don't want to explain, and I guess that's why I'm mighty hesitant to post something that boils down to, "FEAR FEAR ANGER FEAR," more so than this entry even. So much of this stuff affects me -- like, personally affects me, to the point where I'm glad I live in a state like Oregon because Portland's population is big enough to skew voting in a liberal direction -- that it's pretty much impossible for me to be all cool and academic about what's happening right now.

(I was originally going to spend this entry complaining about an interview I'd read with Rep. Bill Zedler from Texas, where he blasted "evolutionists" for believing evolution happens by "random chance," and it made me so angry I couldn't see straight because he is SO WRONG, HE IS SO WRONG I CAN'T EVEN STAND IT, no one is arguing that evolution occurs by random chance because that's not how it fucking works. And then this entry happened instead, so. Um. You're welcome?)

((I have no idea how to end this.))
janegodzilla: (WTF?!)
I keep getting hit by creepy spammers, so I'm enabling comment-screening and CAPTCHA for non-friend comments. I don't usually get non-friend comments here, but I figured I should say something, um...just in case? Ugh, whatever. If that's not effective, I guess I'll have to go on lockdown again. I don't really want to, but I will if this keeps up. Bluhhhh.

Other things that are making me cranky right now: the weather, and the fact that I have to go to class in fifteen minutes or so. BOO-URNS to that, I say. Boo. Urns.
janegodzilla: (CHAOS!)
There is a very large beetle crawling across the ceiling, and I honestly have no idea what to do. I mean. What if it falls on me?! IT IS NOT A SMALL BEETLE.

This is actually really embarrassing. I can handle all sorts of weird gooey medical stuff these days without flinching, yet a beetle on the ceiling? Welcome to Panic City, y'all! Population: ME.

...oh my god, the beetle can fly and is now wheeling around in the room in loopy, half-drunk circles. I can't deal with large drunken insects, I really can't.


Sep. 1st, 2010 09:54 am
janegodzilla: (harry potter before hogwarts)

After another week from hell, things are finally calm enough that I'm not three seconds away from total meltdown at any given moment. We made a big moving run last Sunday, I had my final last Tuesday, we made our second big moving run a week ago, and since then we'd been shuttling things over in my car and cleaning the old place as best we could (without any help from former roommate, I might add -- THANKS FOR THAT, DUDE, YOU ARE THE MOST USELESS PERSON EVER) while trying to get things set up at the new place. We still haven't had a chance to get the baseboards in, but that's okay -- most of the furniture is where we want it, we have internet again, I'm slowly getting the kitchen set up and Nate's getting his garage arranged, and the other night we put up a bunch of artwork. It feels more and more like home every day, and even the missing baseboards aren't stressing me out as badly as they were two weeks ago. Plus, as of today we are officially done with the old house AND the former roommate, and to that I can only say one thing: HUZZAH.

It feels very much like fall right now, which makes me happy. Today the weather reminded me so much of Bellingham that it left me a little stunned. There's just something about this combination of elements, the rain and damp and cold combined with warm, blustery wind that smells of the ocean. Scent and touch seem to be the senses that trigger my memory the hardest, and while walking up to Trauma Conference this morning, that marine-scented wind got me just right and it was like...boom. Eighteen again, a homesick little pseudo-gothlet with purple hair and humongous boots and a Jhonen Vasquez obsession, lugging my books across the bricks of Red Square to buy a mocha before class, Invader Zim lunchbox purse banging against my hip.

I figured I should cut this, just in case. Potentially triggering for depression and suicidal ideation. )
janegodzilla: (this isn't going well)
Goddammit, Penny Arcade. This shit is really disappointing and hurtful.

What follows is my reaction to Penny Arcade's two most recent comics, and the associated news posts. I'm not linking to the comics themselves. Trigger warning for discussion of rape and sexual assault.



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