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| Thursday, October 15th, 2009
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9:44 pm - argh
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Okay, so, router problem is sorted out, all other discs accounted for, AOL software disc still MIA. And, seriously, that's the one I used not that long ago when I had to reinstall my dialler! Why is it not in the laptop bag, where it should live?
Unfortunately, given that it's now a quarter to ten at night, and the others are in the house, hardcore clear-out and searching is going to have to wait until tomorrow. SIGH.
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8:54 pm
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Everything backed up on my external HD? Check.
XP recovery disc? Check.
Program recovery discs? Check and check.
Internets software disc... I have no clue.
Wireless password... ditto. My life is full of fail and complexity *bashes head against wall forever*
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12:25 am - Waxy
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Do you know what's awesome? The Wellcome Collection is awesome. Invariably kind of grim, but awesome.
Today I spent a fair portion of my afternoon viewing wax anatomical models from the 19th century. Bits of them had syphilis. Some of the objects (and, bearing in mind, this special exhibition was walled off and only admissable if you were over 18) were even in recesses covered by red velvet curtains, complete with warnings for Those of a Delicate Nature. Given some of the stuff that was out in the open (o hai birthing depictions, I'm looking at you), I'm stuck between wondering if the curators were genuinely worried about people feeling all peculiar at the site of anatomically accurate depictions of tertiary syphilis in the genitals (ulcerative), or if they were just having fun with mocking things up like it was an exhibition in the 1800s. As the exhibit also included the paraphenalia from one of the travelling circuses that maintained a wax musuem and a freak show (they had an actual sword swallower and also a dissected life-size wax model showing how he did it! That's what you call quality entertainment), I'm guessing the latter.
Also, there was a diencephalus calf (of the been-had-at-by-a-taxidermist variety), because exhibits from the 19th century wouldn't be complete without some congenital mutation.
Hi! I'm really kind of a grim individual!
current mood:  awake
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| Tuesday, October 13th, 2009
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10:14 pm - La la la
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Today contained both the V&A musuem (oh, Victorian-built gothic revival piles of buildings, ILU) and the film Up, which was just plain adorable.
Now I have classic Who on the telly (in which Davros is being, well, Davros, and Peter Davidson is being dashing), and am coming to the realisation that probably I'm going to at least be snippeting and short-ficcing bits of the apocalypse!story, because the idle world building went and got all intense and in depth on me. I am apparently incapable of doing anything the simple way, go me.
Tomorrow, I am debating going to the Wellcome Collection. Hooray for medical history and general geekitude.
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| Monday, October 12th, 2009
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12:47 pm - List/Various
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So, out or chronological order:
- I, uh, 'accidentally' visited my parents yesterday. For the value of ulterior motive that involved shoving my laptop at my brother and shouting OMG FIX IT I NEEDS TELLYS NOW. The result of that, by the by, is that said brother has come to the conclusion that, 1) he has no clue what it is that I've done, because what my computer is doing makes no sense, 2) the only surefire way to fix it is to checked I'm all backed up to date on my external HD, find my install discs and REFORMAT THAT MO'FO, and, 3) I am to technology what anthrax bacteria are to multicellular life
- I fail so hard and need to find those discs
+ At least brother-type d/led my shows for me, and has also shoved god only knows what films onto my external HD
- Friday I was the only nurse at work (long and complicated and involving the other two being on holiday because the practice manager fluffed up and the fact that saying I was okay to work solo was by far the easiest thing to do in terms of not having to put up with at least three solid week's worth of WHIIINE) so things were supposed to be kept quiet. Which, okay, if it hadn't been for the multiple emergencies (including a labrador with a gangrenous tail. I really cannot describe how much I hate the smell of gangrene) would have been busy, but managable. The practice manager (who was off on Friday--along with one vet, and on the day that the new receptionist had her first solo shift. Well done there practice manager, way to manage) spent the whole of last week wittering about how I was to take a split shift with a three hours lunch break in the middle which--no. Even if it had been dead quiet, no. As it was, I walked into the practice at 8am and actually sat down for the first time at 7pm, when we closed
- And then I was working Saturday, which was busy with appointments, and also with me having to run around to do the fifty million stupid little things that I didn't get a chance to do on Friday, what with the heroic surgeries and the feral cat catching and so on
+ Saturday evening was K the vet's birthday house party (her birthday is a few days ahead of her SO's, so they had a joint party that was 90% comprised of veterinary people, so the conversations were uniformly grim) and there was drink and, lo! I was pleased (and inebriated in short order, partly due to the fact that I was running on an epic sleep deficit)
- I woke up on Sunday morning and realised just WHY K's SO S hadn't admitted to what was in the punch before anyone had drunk it (for the record: mainly white wine and gin and some tinned peaches) and also that I should have said no to the Apple Sourz shooters, but that--because of punch--I also had no sense of self-preservation left by the time the shot glasses rolled out
- No fixy computer D:
+ Mum cooked dinner! Which had home grown vegetables and was YUMMY
++++++++++ Because of having to use up holiday time before the end of the year, I have the next week off work. OMG YAYS
current mood:  sleepy
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| Friday, October 9th, 2009
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9:30 pm
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No torrented telly for me. Which fills me with a lot of woe. There'd be less woe if I could figure out what the hell has gone wrong (a port is blocked? Except that it's not, or at least, doesn't appear to be by any way of looking that I can figure out), but nothing seems to make sense. I foresee visiting my brother in order to wail and brandish the laptop at him until he mends it. Whatever it is.
Also, this week at work has whupped me but good, culminating (sort of) in today, which involved me being the only nurse and working from 8am until 6.45pm. Without a break. Also, I have an inpatient on a drip which requires overnight monitoring and I'm working tomorrow. I really feel like laying in a corner and twitching already.
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| Wednesday, October 7th, 2009
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6:57 pm
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*continues wailing and gnashing teeth in the general direction of what the FUCK ever AVG firewall is doing that means that she can either EITHER utorrent OR Firefox BUT only for ten minutes. And forget being able to connect to any kind of help interface, biatch*
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2:46 pm
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*kills all AVG v9.0 firewall settings EVER OMG*
current mood:  aggravated
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| Tuesday, October 6th, 2009
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11:03 pm - *clings*
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So my internet has only just now decided to not be broken, which is just as well because I was about to shank a bitch from withdrawal. Even worse, I was totally packing up cables in preparation for going to the local gastropub place to scab off their free wifi D: At any rate, from this we learn that I am not good with things that are unexpected and out of my control. Also, that raaaaage (against the machine I'M SORRY, I HAVE HAD A VERY STRESSFUL EVENING) makes me nasty in all kinds of ways that relate to post-apolcalyptic world building that I may or may not being indulging in, and that consequently I should not be let near anything nuclear, biological or weaponised in nature, because the only possible outcome is going to be messy.
But--seriously? All I did was pay attention to the obnoxious little pop-up thing about renewing/upgrading my AVG before the current copy expired. Ten minutes, tops, it should have taken, to order, d/l, reconfigure the firewall and so on. Ten damn minutes! Not in-excess-of-five hours. And I'm not even going near the multiple system restarts and the reinstalls and the 45 minute period where AVG decided that my wireless mouse was, I dunno, the wrath of freaking Khan or something, and every attempt to move the cursor using it resulted in an OMGVIRUSALERT freakout of epic proportions. I mean... how is that even possible? Why do these stupid things only seem to happen to me? Why?
Still. Things are fixed and working and firewalled and not containing adware, spyware, worms, viruses or even freaking prions as far as I can determine, and I have blessed, blessed intertubes once more.
Now to the important business of d/ling CSI: Miami for purposes af geekery, and House for purposes of Hugh Laurie and David Marciano.
current mood: coming down from raaaaaaage
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| Monday, October 5th, 2009
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2:46 pm - Wait...what?
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So last night, completely and utterly randomly, I woke myself up out of a dead sleep. No urge to pee, no freaky-ass dreams, nada. However, once I was awake, my brain immediately springboarded into some hefty world-building for a post-apocalyptic Due South story that I wasn't even aware that I'd previously thought of.
Seriously, me. What? I'm sure that dystopian futures plus/minus zombies, monsters and nuclear winter are nowhere on the list if you ask anyone (myself included!) what kind of stories I write. However, this idea is biting hard, so I'm at least going to end up working out some basics, if nothing else. To add, y'know, to the great big wobbling pile of ideas that I've had but never actually done more that summarised.
current mood:  creative
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| Thursday, October 1st, 2009
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7:16 pm - Cuteness
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| Saturday, September 26th, 2009
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12:35 am - Disparate (wildly)
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1) Guys, guys, guys. I am totally going to see Muse (twice!) in under eight weeks. Twice! In less than two months! I may possibly be beginning to ramp up on my flaily anticipation/obsession is what I'm saying. Sorry. This happens prior to, um, every gig/festival/live music experience of my life, um, ever. I have hyperflailosis. It's so totally not a condition I just invented. Ahem,
1) I have just spent two hours on iPlayer watching the first two episodes of Victorian Farm and now I want: a) a Shire horse (despite knowing practically nothing about horses bar what I unavoidably learned by going to an agricultural college for university, and living with a bunch of bonkers Equine Science undergrads), b) sheep and pigs and cows, oh my (despite the varied trampling incidents that happened at said college. A large part of my contribution to the large animal unit I did involved me pegging it around fields/yards/runs after things, and then getting horribly trampled by said things' mother. For the record? Adult Holstein cows hurt), and, c) a partly converted Victorian farm house. Because I so have the vast quantities of money needed to purchase something like that,
2) I have work tomorrow later today. Weaksauce,
3) On the plus side, I think I want to elope with the digital radiography set up that now residing in our dark room, and I've only been around it for about three hours. I could totally geek out for about five years about the image quality and the post-exposure edit capabilities (dynamic contrast and brightness! Calibrated measures! Reversible greyscale!) except that I think I'd bore everyone bar myself beyond years and way out the other side into can we not just strangle her? territory. Again, it vaguely occurs to me that I'm probably going to end up specialising in diagnostic imaging at some point (although I still have a great capacity to dork out over many aspects of surgery and medicine...I need to learn both restraint and focus, because it is just not possible to specialise in everything). You can all start fearing the day that I get myself into the driving seat of a CT or MRI scanner,
5) Today at work, barring the utter geekfest that was our radiography room, was fairly close to resembling ditchwater in terms of excitement. Up until about 5.30pm, that is. Oh, curse of the Friday Night Special, I wish that you didn't exist. Let's just say that it was messy and involved a dog that came in post-seizure and checked out as clinically normal on physical exam until five minutes later when it threw a grand mal as the owner was trying to get it back into his car to leave. Yes, the vet and I were triaging and medicating a large dog in the middle of the car park, right in front of the backed-up rush hour traffic, before we managed to stablise it enough to be able to move it without losing a limb. Which, y'know, is not as sedated as you might think--and certainly not as sedated as in excess of 30mg of diazepam should produce. We ended up having to catheterise and start constant rate anaesthesia (which...okay. Everyone has an idea of what grand mal--although it was technically status epilepticus by this stage--looks like? Now try and imagine roughly 30kg of dog doing that whole one (singular nurse) tries to keep some part of it still enough for the one (singular) vet to get a patent i/v line in. Messy, is what I'm saying) which...well, did not work as it should have, which was a nigh-on conclusive indication that the dog was irreversibly status epilepticus, and was suffering massive brain insult. The owner--who had literally just driven down from the Midlands to visit with his sister--opted for euthanasia, which was realistically the best thing to do because that kind of presentation? There is nothing good about that presentation, ever,
8) The ditchwater did also not apply to the cat that needed three people to obtain a blood sample from. I was the idiot (as ever) that waded in with arm-padding and leather gauntlets in place, and ended up with some hardcore cramps in my arms and hands (riiiight through the this really hurts stage, past I'm now numb and tingly and firmly into um, well, I'd let go of the cat except that I have lost all sensation and voluntary movement in my arms up to the elbows. Veterinary nurses (and vets), I'm saying, are not generally people that you want to get into "who has the 'stronger' hand shake" competitions with, because you will lose so much. People who rely on their ability to not get their faces bitten off by a variety of species>>>>corporate 'top dog' types. I may or may not have proved this a few times, and it has been uniformly awesome and so satisfying, especially on the lol, I am a white middle class man, I rule! types,
13) CSI: NY ( !!! )
21) Criminal Minds ( !!! )
34) CSI ( !!! )
55) RED LEATHER PANTS. I am still not over that *dies*
current mood: awake
current music: Muse - Exogenesis 1-3
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| Thursday, September 24th, 2009
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5:54 pm - O_o
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Okay, so, I've gotten myself mostly out of the disgustingly foul mood I was in yesterday, and:
1) I need to catch up on my flist,
2) RED LEATHER PANTS OMG *dies* ( and also )
3) The first person I thought of even before that line had finished was ![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) catwalksalone,
3.5) ♥
4) Relatedly, NCIS: LA is kinda cool. Hettie is made of about seventeen different types of awesome, and I suspect that Dominic will prove to be similar as the series develops. I totally want a job with that kind of awesome office and team-work dynamic. Except for, y'know, the guns and potential violence and stuff. Because I'm a wimp. Anyway, I'm definitely going to add this to the roster of things that I watch and see if it grows on me some more. In conclusion: LL Cool J,
5) CSI: Miami OMG ( seriously... )
6) House! ( was really strange ) Also, David Marciano is guesting in an episode in this season (four or five, I think?), which I definitely approve of,
7) I have Criminal Minds and CSI: NY sitting on my HD as of about an hour ago, so except cut-tagged nonsense about them in the near future,
8) I am so ridiculously in love with The Resistance that it's actually not funny any more, it's deeply, deeply sad. Someone, somewhere, needs to make a vid (any vid!) to United States of Eurasia and I also want to climb inside Exogenesis 1-3 and live there for ever and ever.
current mood: awake
current music: Muse- Unnatural Selection
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| Wednesday, September 23rd, 2009
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6:39 pm
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Shitty day at work. I guess it has been a whole two months since bitch-ass was on my case about something, so I guess I shouldn't be surprised.
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| Tuesday, September 22nd, 2009
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7:50 pm - *dies and is dead*
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Q: What happens when Muse are asked to perform Uprising on an Italian tv show, but are told that they have to mime everything?
A: Dom and Matt swap places, and the whole band tit about for five minutes, then Dom twitches his leather jacket and plays at frontman while Matt and Chris can be seen vanishing backstage, cackling like loon.
GLEE
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| Monday, September 21st, 2009
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9:21 pm - Totally self-involved...
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9:00 pm - Since Jehanne asked...
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1:51 pm - Mmmm, crepitant
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So I maybe should grow up one of these days? By which I mean that I can no longer go out and drink and dance (mosh) until 3am and then still not go to bed until gone 5am, get up some four hours later for purposes of (multiple changes) train journey, and not expect to feel like someone's peeled me off the floor the next day.
Also, I am not sure what I've done to my knee, but the fact that I've managed to do it while dancing in trainers (also a corseted silk ballgown and rainbow glittery butterfly wings, but we won't get into that now) should explain to all and sundry why I do not--ever--wear heels. Apart from the whole huge-feet thing, that is.
Ahahaha, me. You fail.
At any rate, Little Shop of Horrors at the Hippodrome was fabby. We were sitting in the front row, so were deafened after about three seconds of the opening song, and also had to remember that three of us were in dresses and therefore had to sit like ladies and not, y'know, sprawl*. After the show, we mooched into the Old Fox for some bevvies and semi-confused watching of the James Bond film that was inexplicably showing on the wall-mounted plasma telly (conclusion: watching only the half of the screen that is being reflected in the mirror behind the bar does not noticably detract from the plot), met up with D and N and wended our way into Eddie's, where the music is loud (and why do we always end up next to one of the speaker banks? Why? I still have tinnitus-like hissing in one ear), the lights are mainly off (and lights-up at the end of the night is always something of an unpleasant experience), about half of the people live in danger of having their awesome clothes nicked by us, and I don't look like an utter tit trying to actually dance**
After kick-out, we made our way back to N and D's place, where we ended up watching telly and eating potato wedges and warm ciabatta bread with olive oil and vinegar. I wish I'd thought to take a picture, I really do. Later on that morning happened distressingly quickly, and I trained my way back home, where I promptly changed into pyjamas, collapsed on my bed and watched dvds in semi-comatose state while Fitch treadled all over me.
All in all, a successful weekend, apart form the bit where I am now apparently a lightweight. /e\
*this did not last until the end of the evening, unfortunately.
**throwing myself around to what can sometimes only be called 'noise' if one is in a very charitable frame of mind, yes. That I can do. The thing with the coordinated feet and the twirling and the hand and arm involvement? Not so much.
current mood: *thud*
current music: Muse - United States of Eurasia
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| Thursday, September 17th, 2009
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10:11 pm - Muuuuuse
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The Resistance makes me go :D (seriously, I look like this in real life whenever I have it playing). It's different to Muse's other albums, but, then again, all of their albums are different. This one is kind of... space-symphony-concept, and is probably as ridiculous as that sounds, but that doesn't stop it from being awesome.
Also, Exogenesis 1-3 has me doing flaily hands because PIANO and ACOUSTIC and also MAD GUITARS and MAD VOCALS and an ORCHESTRA, possibly falling out of an AIRLOCK. GLEE, I HAS IT.
Incidentally, did I mention that I have tickets for both nights at the O2 in November? BECAUSE I DO *twirls*
...I need some icons that are not Black Holes or Absolution in theme.
current mood: Amped
current music: Muse - Undisclosed Desires
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