Returning to the fold, and other things

Quickie update…my computer died. My laptop, which I’ve been using for about 5-6 years now (which is, what? in computer years…a century?), finally had enough. The hard drive began to fail and it refused to start up—not in safe mode, not in any mode. Not even “start-you-motherfucker -or-I’m-running-you-over-with-the-car” mode. And had I backed up my most recent writing? No, of course not. But luckily, I was able to get a hard drive enclosure, yank out the offending hardware, stick it into the enclosure, hook it up to a computer at work, and retrieve all files. I had a few probs because that hard drive *is* going bad, but at least I was able to get what I needed. *whew*

So I was computerless…but now I’m not! Happily, new friend and coworker Sam had a Powerbook G4 she wanted to sell…I practically jumped at her, “HOW MUCH??” She gave me a great deal, and I am now happily typing away on a titanium Powerbook. Wheeee!!! I luf it. :-) It’s so nice to be back on a Mac (I think I’ll get out my old Performa and set it out as retro art…). This may not be a new computer, and it doesn’t burn DVDs, etc etc…but it *works*, I can afford it, and it’s Really Fucking Pretty. ;-) Nice wide screen, and when closed…only an inch thick!! I love my new toy.

Now I need to get back to trying to tweak this site back into submission. Well, I also need to clean my apartment and take a load off. For some reason, it feels like I’ve been working more than 40 hours lately…

And finally, let me end with a fantastic quote here by Joss Whedon from his site, regarding that ultimate of TV shows, Battlestar Galactica…what more needs be said than when Joss praises BSG and The Matrix and wants to go back to writing school (yeah, as if he needs that!)…

I’m just sneaking in to say I’ve been continuing to watch BSG, the wife and I are about halfway through season one and gushing isn’t gonna cover this one. You guys have heard me gush, so it won’t have any real meaning. You have to imagine Pauline Kael bursting into song, Lionel Barrymoore In “Wonderful Life” jumping up and jitterbugging with George Bailey, the Grinch’s heart growing three sizes… you gotta start down there to explain what it feels like up here. I’ll put it simply. The show is humbling. Not since the Matrix (the first one) have I had such a strong desire to go to writing school. I think it’s so passionate, textured, complex, subversive and challenging that it dwarfs everything on TV. Or in theaters. Or boho perfomances spaces. Stuff hanging in the Tate? Not as cool. I’m not gonna go on, because I have to get back to work and because if I really start, this post will crash the internet from sheer length. Only downsides are a) I was already having a crisis of confidence, thank you very much and b) I can’t go near any Sci-Fi mags for fear of spoilers. Apart from that, life is to be loved. The Gods are to be praised. Back to the job. -j.