Realm of the InterNutter

Thoughts, stories and ideas.

So it's been a tad of a rollercoaster, lately.

I got my PC running again after months of idleness, so now I can write my blog on that. Yay.

Alas, what I can no longer do is work on the adventure map until I learn/figure out a way to export a Mac saved game to a PC without the whole thing throwing a massive wobbler.

My PC is about eight years old since the last hardware upgrade. Which is about 80 in computer years. I refuse point blank to buy the latest and most expensive version of the Windoze virus because it’s buggier than a backyard barbie.

That, and I’d have to find/download/re-install all the software I’ve acquired over the years.

Face it, I’ve just got this system to the point where I only have to reboot it every other hour just to make it go. I’m not about to “upgrade” to a shittier system that BSOD’s as soon as I cough or look at it funny.

Anyway. My old mac - a second-hand laptop - is now resting in the quantum uncertainty state between completely fucked and just barely viable enough to spit out the burned DVD backup disk I left in there before it dies for good.

I need about 2k to get a new mac of any warrant. 5-6k if I want the uber-impressive mac tower. And given my history of burning out macs, I think I’ll go with the 2k monitor version rather than the 6k tower. [Those numeral amounts are dollars. The four key on this keyboard doesn’t work. Sigh.]

Thanks to the hound, the car, the kids, the holidays, and the upcoming trip to Thailand… we’re skint. Broke. Without significant monetary resources.

I need income.

My skills are limited - wordsmithery, some artistic merit, and the ability to spot most tropes at a standing start. My health and stamina are not that great [spur in my left heel, possible arthritic buildup in my knees rheumatism in my wrists, asthma and a wonky back] and I can drive a car if I’ve had a coffee because I also have stress-related sleep issues. Whee fun.

What jobs are out there for a nerd who regularly breaks technology in the course of everyday use? What jobs are there for a writer who also needs to be available to pick up the kids? What can I possibly do after being out of the workforce for twelve-so years and out of the technology loop for over a decade?

I can’t afford to go back to school. I’ve had incredibly bad luck with teaching myself. About all I can do reliably is write and draw. And periodically mock things.

Please help. What work is out there for me?

Sick Sad World: dear mass media

Sick Sad World: dear mass media

shakethecobwebs:

grrrlvirus:

dear mass media: i do not need to lose weight fast, find an all in one wrinkle cream, or use a mascara that makes my eyelashes look longer. i don't need to have firm, smooth, touchable skin and i will not be finding the 'goddess in me' by shaving my legs….

Dear MassMedia:

I don’t shave unless I want to. I choose to have free range legs. I do not wear

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Bad news

My computer is dying.

It’s limping along for about twenty minutes or so before it crashes and has to cool down.

Which means I have just enough time to write in my blog before it’s out of commission again.

30 March. Sic transit gloria mundi.

And since we’re saving our shekels so I can have a holiday, blogging is going to be low priority. As is Facebook and minecraft. All my projects are officially on hold

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Last of the sewer level pix, I swear. The finishing touch on the third floor is an array of randomly flickering lights in the ceiling. Three...

Last of the sewer level pix, I swear.

The finishing touch on the third floor is an array of randomly flickering lights in the ceiling.

Three concentric redstone repeater circles make a random signal generator. The rest of it is to take the signal to the lights.

When I finally moved on to build the next chamber, an asshat mob went and stepped on the triggering pressure plate, and damn near killed my computer. I’ve stopped all the circuitry, but

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I’m taking my time with the sewer level. It’s almost a month later, and I’m still working on this thing. As I write this...

I’m taking my time with the sewer level.

It’s almost a month later, and I’m still working on this thing. As I write this [24 Mar] I am STILL stuffing dispensers with brownish objects and occasional representative junk.

And by “representative junk”, I mean: leather for dead animals, raw fish for fish, empty bottles, string, lilly pads, grass, iron fences, gravel, slime balls and pieces  of paper. Because it’s not just poo

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More progress pix on my adventure map. Slowly making my way back to the part where I was starting to desperately need math from...

More progress pix on my adventure map.

Slowly making my way back to the part where I was starting to desperately need math from Mayhem’s teacher. I haven’t taken any of these pix recently, ‘cause I’m still working on the sewer level a week later 9_9

It’s really complicated to make a sewer level! I’m still working out where to put all the dispensers and whether I should make another

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Essential Trace Element(s)

Doesn’t it sound so scientific? It sounds like it comes with a free Guy/Gal in a Labcoat to explain in big words and complicated sentences why they are essential and how you can sign up for a special blind trial.

But really, today, I’m talking about silver.

Specifically, colloidal silver.

Colloidal silver is water with a tiny bit of silver in it. You can wiki it if you want to. And it can slowly improve your health

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Dear Haters

You need to stop. Seriously. Anger destroys yourself, your family and the things you care for. While I understand that you have an innate fear/dislike of everything “different”, I have to impart some shocking news.

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS “NORMAL”.

There is “average”, which is a nebulous enough to encapsulate a group, but the “average” person is brown, a little under 6 feet tall, most likely bi and not christian. Shocker,

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Dawn breaks...

Not literally. No. This is a metaphorical dawn. A dawn in the mind.

Followers of my ramblings - the ones who aren’t bots - will know I recently discovered the anti-joy of having a spur in my heel.

It’s painful to walk, most of the time. So I have gained a new appreciation of being able to walk without pain.

And last night… I cooked a meal for the first time in four fargnaxing weeks.

It was

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I call this one the “mining chamber” and tried to create a labyrinthine cavern of twists, turns, nooks, crannies and, of course,...

I call this one the “mining chamber” and tried to create a labyrinthine cavern of twists, turns, nooks, crannies and, of course, mine-ables.

And lava.

Can’t forget the lava.

As you enter...

The obligatory switchboard.

Somewhere near the middle...

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Getting better slowly.

My weight went up yesterday. Not because of extra eating now that I’m on my feet [7th Mar] but because of the extra moving I’ve been doing.

I put on some muscle mass.

Muscle weighs more than fat, so I’d rather have it.

My fat-weight’s been going down, too, according to hubby’s technoscales. And I have some nice looking graphs to show for it.

Today, I’m getting some laundry done

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5th Mar 2012

This is the first day walking without assistance. My weight has steadied out at 88.5 kilos for the second day and the house is a fucking sty ‘cause everyone left everything because they knew this day was coming.

Walking hurts like a rock in my shoe, even with the gel pads made to make walking easier. Without them, it hurts like a knife in my heel. Ergo, walking costs spoons. I have to sit and rest when I can no

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