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Wednesday, Jan. 11, 2006
The Art In Artificial

This day has been pandemonium - but at least a few things have been resolved, or semi-resolved.  I'm wheezing along, dealing with a nice upper respiratory infection.  Isn't that special?  And I think MC has caught it right along with me.  We'll live, obviously, but it's royally annoying.

My computer has developed a memory problem that's causing crashes and other lovely side-show effects.  I attempted to re-seat the RAM, hoping that it would help.  Well it did help, just didn't get rid of the problem altogether.  I've run two different system diagnostics now and both point to memory.  Ugh.  Oh well.

Otherwise, things are going more or less fine.  It was one of those rare truly stressful days at work.  I don't run across 'em often on this job but there have been some when I come home and just want to curl up and pretend the rest of the world died (or most of it, anyway.)  I still love what I do, just hate being told one thing then get the boomerang effect from being told just the opposite.  You'd think I'd be used to it, dealing in this business, but noooo...

Oh well, not the end of the world nor even close.

Just FYI, given the threat of the home computer to more or less self-combust, I'm not going to do a heck of a lot here tonight and may have to back away from diary-reading until we get more RAM.  The good news is, bad RAM isn't likely to obliterate all of your hard work.  It'll still reside on the hard drive - provided the sucker didn't crash while your mouse was en route to the save button.  (And if you never believed in artificial intelligence before, you'll believe when that happens three times in a row.)

But after everything else, I'm not in the mood to swear a blue streak at this machine for crashing with every new page I open.  Hopefully this weekend we can both get more RAM for this machine and a hard drive for MC's laptop.  

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 - )