YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME: Computer and Apartment

It took this long, but I’ve brought my computer back from the (basically) dead.   Malware got into it and things weren’t working like they should have—and some of it was in the boot sector.  The only cure for that is to nuke the system from orbit and restore.

 

The system’s been getting its updates every few hours or so; between the updates and restarting, I’ve been busy reinstalling critical software such as OmmWriter (good for getting out of the muck and mire) and Scrivener  (ESSENTIAL, seeing as my entire work was written there).  Though most of my data resides on an unholy number of DVD-Rs (thirty five), the data that I needed right now was backed up safely into Dropbox.

 

…it’s hot.  Stupid hot.  It’s too soon for it to be past 80°F.  I haven’t had the time to adjust to the heat yet.   Right now, being conscious is a problem.

 

“But wait a second, Rai!” you shout.  “Why don’t you turn on the A/C?”

 

I’LL TELL YOU WHY: because the air conditioner seems to need cleaning.  I turned it on last night, and was greeted with a delicious blast of cold air smelling faintly of new car.  (No, I don’t know why it smelled like new car.)  But this morning, when I turned it off, I noticed this…weird, inky black sludge on the vents, the filter, my bike, and the couch.  Since there’s no way to tell how much of this stuff is in there (and because whatever it is, it stains surfaces LIKE WHOA), the A/C has to stay off until I can get it somewhere to be power-hosed off.

 

I think I’ll just put ice in a bag and throw it under my shirt until then.

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EDIT THAT ISN'T REALLY RELEVANT TO A DAMNED THING:  I'm seriously considering changing my handle to Cyggie Stardust or something…