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Max
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2/20/2017 09:13:00 PM
...and it's totally ruining my lap time.
Posted by
Max
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2/19/2017 09:18:00 PM
So today's content is basically just cough,cough,cough,cough,cough,cough,cough.
But I did get the fireplace tonight, so there's that.
Posted by
Max
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2/16/2017 07:27:00 PM
I got to hear the Woman mumble ALL kinds of things on the Bad Word List while she surfed online with her iPad, looking at laptops and reviews and prices. She got 16 kinds of grumpy when she realized prices have shot up since last year--the same system she got for $800 13 months ago is $1300 now--but none of the backup thingies she already has will run the software she needs.
One thing she was blown away by...last November she bought a Lenovo X1 Carbon off a guy in a writing group for $50 because some keys fell off and he didn't like it. Same one right now runs $1400 and he got it when it was a new release and paid more than that. She got it and popped the keys back on and hooked it up to a monitor, and yeah, totally spiffy general use computer. The screen is too small for most of the things she does and the keyboard is space out weird so she runs words together, otherwise he would have limped by on it even though it doesn't have enough memory.
Anyway, she kept running into the same laptop in reviews and Best Buy had it for $400+ less than Amazon, so she went and got the last one they had in the local store.
So you know what she's doing right now?
SHE'S WHINING ABOUT SETTING UP A NEW COMPUTER.
Like, holy frijoles, dood, talk about spoiled and entitled. Worse, I think she used all my book money on it. If I bought the damn thing, I better get to use it.
It's super light so I should be able to handle it just fine. She's gonna give it a good whirl and it might even get to go to Starbucks with her since the old Mac Air needs a new battery. It might even persuade her to sell the old Mac Air. But then she keeps saying she wants to sell the old iMac but it's just sitting on the floor waiting for that to happen. And it has been for like 8 months, at least.
Once this new one is all set, work shall resume.
Posted by
Max
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2/15/2017 08:17:00 PM
The Woman's laptop at about 4pm today.
Well, her main one. She still has the little MacAir to putz around on, but the screen is small and her eyes are already yelling at her.
In the grand scheme of things, it's not a huge deal...but it'll have to be replaced before the last draft of Wick book 3 is done. She can't run any professional-level software on 4GB RAM, but she can run Word so that we can keep writing.
Still...I think I have a couple new things for the Bad Word List.
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Max
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2/12/2017 10:08:00 PM
Ok, well, not for real, but damn.
The Woman watched the Grammy Awards tonight, which is always a bad idea, because she hears all this spiffy music with awesome singers, and then tries to sing along.
I was on her lap, curled up and warm and happy, when all the sudden this NOISE starts.
Doods. I totally growled at her.
Then I jumped down onto the floor and she kept on with the wailing, so I started yelling at her...and she laughed at me! Like it was funny!
I showed her. I left the room and refused to sit in her lap after that.
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Max
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2/08/2017 07:18:00 PM
All right, tonight I wandered into the living room, and since there was no fire going, I tried to turn it on by myself. The switch is hard, though, and even after all these years I can't budge it. The Woman saw, though, and got up to turn it on for me.
"There ya go," she said as she sat back down.
My mission accomplished, I turned around and head to the back of the house for a nap. I heard a lot of bad words as I went down the hall.
I wonder what she was upset about.
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Max
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2/07/2017 08:59:00 PM
There isn't a picture because it would look dang near identical to last night. This evening has been spent in front of the fire, which I got because after dinner I asked nicely. This resulted in the Woman taking her pants off, but I can't have everything, I suppose.
And dangit, I deserve the nice, warm fire tonight. All last night the wind blew so hard that the thingies outside the bedroom windows banged against the house, and it kept me awake all night. I didn't want the Woman to worry--she has this weird hearing thing where she hears music and stuff that isn't there and she's almost convinced that someone is living it the attic, but she's not mad since they're not too noisy and don't take things out of the garage refrigerator--so I woke her every 10 minutes to let her know what the noise was.
She did not appreciate my efforts, not one bit.
Oh, and in other news, I will have a few paperback copies of Ozoo on Thursday, for anyone who wants a pawtographed copy.