Richard Brook

There's a Sherlock comm I joined in lieu of another comm being completely batshit.

And I don't think I can handle this one, either. It seems like it would be a really nice place, if not for the fact that my F-list gets spammed with about 20 posts a day by the same person offering downloads for stuff that you can find anywhere else. This person, with whom I have actually come into contact in a different fandom, and didn't much like them there either, has even stated that she's aware people may find this annoying.

AND SHE'S STILL DOING IT.



I had to take it off my F-list. Because what used to be a quick run-through of my F-list has now turned into a four-page ordeal. Guh.

I was just standing outside, looking at the stars, as one does when it's dark and there's nothing else to do. Out of my peripheral, I spotted my annoyingly chatty neighbour. Well, ex-neighbour. He was evicted a few months ago, but he still hangs around for some reason. Not terribly sure that he's allowed to, but this building is kind of a bit... iffy.

Soon as I saw him, I ducked back inside and locked the door, having no desire to be hugged by someone who reeks of marijuana, or be talked to in circles for the next 40 minutes. I don't care what he does for a living. I don't care that his lady left him. I don't care about him. He annoys me and scares me. Also, he reeks of marijuana. I think I said that already, but that's reason enough to wish to avoid close contact with him.

He saw me. I know he did, because he's knocking at my door. And won't go away. I'd call the cops again, but he always manages to fuck off before they get here. So now I'm just ignoring him yelling through my door at not-even-six-in-the-morning.

GO AWAY, EX-NEIGHBOUR PERSON. I DO NOT LIKE YOU.

Going to Best Buy. Getting a mouse that doesn't randomly disconnect when it feels like it. Track pads are evil, and mine is the worst of a bad lot.

Okay, seriously. I'm about this close to just giving up and doing a proper upgrade on the computer. It means I'll have to fucking reinstall EVERYTHING, and probably get a new license for SAI (damnit), but I am so sick of this thing playing up. Seriously, I'd love to know what Ryan does on this thing to get it so fucked up.

I know this thing can be salvaged, and aside from the glaring security issues, it's still in pretty good nick. I don't want to get something new already, when I just got a new laptop last month. That would just feel like over-indulgence. D:

And and update on the builders.

They're now right above us. Ryan woke up about 15 minutes ago from it, which now means that I get to spend the next five hours being grumped at, because he refuses to go stay with a mate until they're done.

Now he's even grumping at me for posting to my blog.


It gets better, though. I went up to ask how long it's all going to last, and the one dude up in that unit doesn't speak English. So, I've no idea how long they're going to be up there. I think I'm going to go talk to the office about that, and possibly moving into a larger unit.

So. I was never able to get Windows 7 installed. Twice, I went through the process, and twice, it aborted itself halfway through. So, I'm still running Vista.

Annoyingly, I can get into the 'extra' login on the computer, and everything works just fine. The main one, though. Somehow fucked. It blue screens, and freezes, and is trying to give me an aneurysm or something.

Luckily, the second login on the computer is able to do everything except run Trillian or Thunderbird, for reasons I am not even going to begin to try to fathom. It can, however, run virus and malware scans, which is what I've spent the day doing so far. And since I can't run Trillian or Thunderbird, there's very little reason to actually be on the computer. So, my day has been spent largely listening to the Velvets and giving the kitchen a good, deep scrub. The kitchen looks fucking amazing, now. I don't think it's been this shiny since we moved in. I'll probably move onto the bathroom next, depending on how long this system scan takes, and whether or not I'm able to get into the main account afterward. If it is, fantastic! I'll make myself some cucumber sandwiches and spend the rest of the evening pretending to be a vegetable in front of the computer.

If it doesn't work, then.... well, I have a plan. It's a terrible, annoying plan and I loathe to do it, but it's so far the only other plan I have.

I've determined that the issue with installing Windows 7 lies with the install disc I have. There's a flaw, small but visible, in the inner third of the disc. I cannot afford to purchase a copy, because I need to fix the Xbox, which will cost just as much. I do, however, have the means by which to burn every single fucking file I have to DVD, and perform a full system wipe and reinstall. I don't want to do this. It's a nightmare, and I really, really, really don't want to go through the hassle of putting everything BACK onto the computer when I'm done. But, whatever. If I have to, I will.

If I'm not online by tomorrow, this is exactly what's happening.



Also, it would appear that the kitchen tap is now dripping. FANTASTIC.

So, glam_jam and I are sitting here, watching back episodes of Bullshit, and there's a strange sound coming from... somewhere. We couldn't figure out where, until after a few moments.

It was the fire alarm. Some kids pulled it.

We just spent about a half hour standing outside, waiting for the fire department to come turn the damn thing off. And as a testament to how jaded this entire building is to this kind of crap, there close to 100 units in this building. There were maybe 15 people out there. And most of us were just standing out in the corridor. Clearly, the building was not on fire, so no one wanted to walk down the stairs to the car park.

Weird Loud Guy's mum poked her head out about 20 minutes into the whole thing before going back to bed. I'm fairly sure that Rich slept through the whole thing as well.


I wouldn't be surprised if the kids come back and pull it again.