Dorothy Marley's Journal

The Purse Meme, most recently seen from 51stcenturyfox.

The Purse, fully contained:



I bought this purse primarily as a receptacle for my crossword puzzles. Of course, I had make sure that my crossword stash would fit. The natural solution was to take my ratty ziploc bag full of dog-eared newspapers into Dillard's and Macy's and try to fit it into various purses. For the record, I was not thrown out of either store.

The Purse, open to show that, yes, all the crap actually fits into it:



And now, under the cut, the actual crap I carry around:

( What I carry in my purse )

I am a genius! And also, amazingly stupid!

One of the problems I was having with my old computer was that all kinds of image files were getting mysteriously corrupted while in my New Fic folder. This did not happen to them while they were in any other folder, just the New Fic folder, and it only happened to files that had some kind of images with them, like .pdfs or picture files. Since there were Other Issues with my computer, I figured that this was probably just some thing with the hard drive going wonky.

I've had my new computer for a few weeks now, and so far all has been well with images and such in the New Fic folder. Until today. I opened a .pdf to read it, and lo! It was wonky. So was every other image and .pdf in the folder.

( If you're going to screw yourself over, at least be able to figure out how you're doing it. Eventually. )

I have had an...interesting few days.

The set-up:

On Friday, I joined Weight Watchers, finally. I may post in more detail about the actual program later, but here the point is that I went in and signed up and got the materials so I could start going to meetings the next Monday.

Over the weekend I finally sat down to order to the new computer I wanted. My old laptop has been very faithful, but it's starting to glitch in that "my hard drive is dying" way, not to mention that I have to restart Firefox at least once a day to keep it from eating up all the RAM. And the backlight on the screen shorts out about three or four times a day. Little stuff like that.

To make the purchase, we had to transfer funds from the savings at my husband's credit union. Although the credit union did finally upgrade a few years ago from the Commodore 64 computer that used to run the system (that's 64K, by the way), apparently they haven't upgraded to having anyone on hand to make larger transfers on the weekends. So, we had to wait until Monday. No big deal, right?

Yeah, right.

( Monday, May 24, 2010-- :( = 3; \0/ = 0 )

( Tuesday, May 25, 2010-- :( = 1; \0/ = 1 )

( Wednesday, May 26, 2010-- :( = 0; \0/ = 3 )

It's now Thursday. All I've done so far today is forget Boo's lunch. Small potatoes. ;)

Someone posted a rant on fanficrants about the difference between Early Modern, Middle, and Old English. This led to the reposting of a partial translation of Beowulf. Into LOLcat. (Courtesy of aesc.)

Hay thar! We can has knowingz of teh c00lniz of
teh Spearcats, teh kingz of teh pplz, in teh old daiz,
how teh prinzes wuz all FTW!1!! \o/
Wif ninja cats Scyld Scefkitteh
stoled teh mead-benchiz (whut??) of many doggiz
an skared lots of pplz. Aftur he wuz
founded bukkitless he got cookies cos he was sad kitteh,
he growed up an pwned c00l stuffs
so all teh doggiz in teh hood
an cross teh see did whut he sed
an gave him cheezburgrs. Taht wuz gud king, srsly.

Beokitteh, 1 tru !1

Important Writing Tip: If you decide to update your stories on an archive (that you kind of forgot you had them on) and need to use a different HTML tag than the one you just laboriously replaced your ancient ASCII asterisks with, make sure you copy the files to the new working folder. That way, when you inevitably screw up the search and replace (as usual) and need to trash the duplicate files and re-copy them from the originals, you won't go back to the original folder and say, "Hey, where are the originals..." and have to spend twenty minutes replacing the old HTML.

(Yes, yes, I have backups. But they were across the room. And I possibly didn't think of using them until I was almost done.)

No, really, I've been using computers for twenty-five years. Honest.