My thoughts are on technical things today. Ass Burger Boy has his laptop apart, in many, many pieces, trying to solve the overheating and screen freeze problem he has been experiencing. Don’t you find it ironic that overheating causes a freeze? Maybe it’s just me.
Ignore the dirt and dust. He does
He’s scary smart. I have no idea where he gets it from.
The reason we have had an overheating problem is because the thermostat in the big room controls the heat in two other flats here. They are in the back of the house, which is colder. The front, where I am, not so much. We have both had overheating processors. And I had to get out the fans to keep a semblance of coolness in the big room. It’s a sauna in here, while the others freeze. Now that the big wind storm has passed, it’s slightly better. I turned the heat down. My hot flashes thanked me and so did my CPU.
Allow me to spew vitriol upon the hated blogspot. I have been trying to get the domain name I bought for ABB to work with his blogspot address. With all the slowness and overheating, I wasn’t making headway when I thought I finally had help for the problem. Talina pointed me in the right direction. You don’t want to know. It will make your eyes bleed.
After my signed agreements got lost in BlogHer land, I resubmitted them. I finally no longer get a message that they are waiting for my signed agreement, but so far, no code is showing up to insert.
And after that is all working tickety-boo, I expect a site redesign is in order. I recently got Illustrator, and I opened it and messed with it, and promptly closed it in fear. I suck at it. We’re not even talking freehand here, we are talking about tracing an image. I suck.
I just now got an appointment date and time for my mammogram and ultrasound. Both on April 29. But hey! It won’t cost me a nickle. Directly. Things sure are different from the last time I had a lump. I was whisked over to mammography the same day. I’m glad I’m not the sort to dwell on fears. Because, you know, I would have plenty of time to do it in.
Stop worrying about me. Send positive energy instead. And while you’re at it, see if you can picture my boobs as perky. Because right now? I think I can roll them up like the bottom of the toothpaste tube, and upon release, hear them clunk to the floor.
I’m all about the sharing.
