Radiogurl a la Carte

Friday, Feb. 11, 2005

Well, my old computer is working at home again. I'm like the plumber whose pipes at home are gushing water - I know computers and watch them religiously at work, but my system at home gets put on indefinite hiatus even when I know something needs to be fixed. It's a bad processor fan; fortunately once the system had time to cool down completely it booted up like a champ.

Whatever else is true, after this I'll never buy anything but Pentium processors - if it had been an AMD it almost certainly wouldn't have come back from its near-death experience. Then again, I've only had this motherboard & processor since I think September or thereabouts - had it been an AMD I probably wouldn't be having problems with the fan after less than four months.

I left it up and running last night just long enough to back up some critical programs to CD, then turned it off again. I'll pick up a new fan later today and put it in tonight after work, then pick up a spare in a couple of weeks - better to have it on hand. I think I'll just make it a point to change it out about once a quarter - that virtually eliminates the risk of it going bad.


I finally got a rejection letter from the magazine, saying I was over the word count. It irks me that it took them seven months to reject on that basis when it should've been arbitrary and immediate for something so fundamental. (And yes, I DID check the information on how many words. They changed their submission guidelines.)

It's a relief to have my computer working again and relieved to at least have an answer on the publishing, even if it's not the answer I wanted. It was an invaluable education, so was well worth the time. I'll still pursue publishing but go through a literary agent instead of pursuing non-solicited outlets again.

The washing machine should be delivered tomorrow, barring catastrophe. It's cold and raining, and probably will rain all weekend, so hanging things outdoors to dry will mean hanging them under the carport. That's still vastly preferable to the costs of doing my wash at a laundromat.

Another purchase slated for this weekend - a box of Tagamet or something comparable. My ulcer is flaring up again.

Gee, I wonder why??

Before - After

In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )