C.J. Cherryh's Blog, page 219

it leaks; and I found out what was the matter with the marine tank…

We got up at 5 am to get out while it was cool and shovel. Or—I shovel, and Jane does the wheelbarrows: she’s good with wheelbarrows, and I’d have me and the load in the pond.

All was going well until we took a look, by dawn’s early light, at the waterfall. It was leaking a stream of water.

We decided to wait. But the stream was getting larger. We finally attacked the thing, and began doing what we would have done in the first place if we hadn’t believed the advertising on the ‘black waterfall foa

How much is seven yards of dirt? Huge. And is black foam black? No. Purple.

It’s been a day. Jane did battle with two levels of Toshiba today, trying to get justice for this machine, which Toshiba had more than she did  in the first year of its life, on which they had replaced display and mobo, apparently NOT with what was standard for its series, G15, and when good old Comp USA gave her the rescue disks after it was finally back in her hands, Frankenstein that it had become—they gave her the wrong disks. Which we only now find out.

So, after an epic battle trying to get

Well, the computer did not resurrect. It’ll work, sort of, but a number of…

…weird things go on. The cursor/image jump sideways in Photoshop, taking the image off the screen.

The colors are screwy.

The machine worked with another monitor—I don’t know about the galloping cursor.

And we can’t find any disassembly instructions online for the qosmio g15.

You can work on the computer, but it shows signs of going increasingly crazier.

The rain that was supposed to fall still hasn’t.

I spent the day editing. We did get to the store, and got food. Food is good. We also picked up some

43428 words…and a long, long day of editing.

Nothing much to report. The ailing computer is still lying on the table. Jane’s working feverishly on the Faery edit while I do a rolling rewrite and continuity check on the latest Bren book—rolling rewrite is where you know some of the facts are getting iffy in agreement, so you make a flying fast edit from the start of the book back to where you are to make sure everything reads ok…and this is brain work, as much as fingers. I’m mentally approaching the state of scrambled eggs. We assume that

Closed Circle update

Alex Wolfe is our 330th member. We are now 1/3 of the way toward our next 100.

Jane’s Qosmio still sits, with its poor little battery on its head, atop our side table, awaiting the spark of life. We are giving it time. We hope.

And Lynn is busy, she informs us, trying to turn her computer into an Apache 2.2 server. Translation: she is installing Joomla! and converting the Closed Circle site to work with that software. Translation: she hopes to get it functional as a download-capable, Paypal-accoun

red screen laptop problem continues: Jane needs some advice…

…over on her site. This is our art/cover computer. We are lost without it. And it remains screwed. Anybody with hardware expertise—we have enough skill to get into a laptop and replace a keyboard or the like, but we are really, really up a creek if this machine dies.

41758…back on the ice, and doing pretty well

Felt good. Yesterday wasn’t swollen feet: it was something like inflammation of every joint in my feet. Ow! Owie Ow ow! Today I got a little twinge of it. We had fairly lively ice today:a number of juvies, a learning 5 year old with mom, several hockey skaters with grandfather, and three  adult nationals-levels skaters, one pair, and a single and a coach. And us. You just try to watch your back, and not get crept up upon. Since I’m trying to get my back edges straightened out, and get the shakes

for those of you who don’t have allergies…

…you don’t know how much fun you’re missing.

Jane and I went to Costco yesterday, one of those discount houses, where they hand out samples of food they want to sell. Well, they offered us Philly cheese steak. I said no. Jane came along in the next second and took one, and I warned her it would have onion…we’re both allergic to it.

She said, “Maybe not that much,” took a bite, said she didn’t taste any, and so I, being a fool, took one, much smaller, and ate it. In the next half hour we had a very

Jane needs a hug: accounting woes…would you believe…

our accountant made a mistake.

Now the world knows I am arithmetically incompetent. Math—I grasp concepts. But when I look at a bank statement the numbers had as well be arranged in a tag cloud, for all the sense they make to me, some in pink, some in purple, and in various sizes. I have to confess—I cannot add worth a darn. It does not happen in my head. Zip. Nada. So it’s all chaos.

So I send off our computer’s records to our accountant, Jane having recovered them from a computer crash last spri

And just on our slightly funny side…Jane’s got the fish gallery up on her site…

…link in the BLOGROLL, left sidebar.