September 4th, 2015

2013, cyd, new

It's going to be an all-nighter.

Laptop came. Had a couple hours of panic after my first encounter with the thing (Windows 8.666) left me hopelessly lost. Finally, my IT Specialists (Saviors, really, in the religion of Tech) were online and talked me down from the ledge of the Windows. I am coming to you live from the new laptop. Scout, she's called. The drone is called Rose. And the middle laptop, now, is called Bollux, as you know. Everyone who can be networked, is networked, so I don't have to keep switching over USB thumb drives and external hard drives.

Jaysus! Everyone wants me to save shit to the cloud! Asus is hassling me with 5gigs of space. Windows almost insisted upon it saving every document and photo and video I saved to their cloud drive. Leave me alone. I don't want to share! I have sketchy things going on and I don't want big brother (Second cousin once removed is okay) tromping through my computer like Brainy Smurf in my kitchen.

So, my life, in 7 days on this med, has turned around completely. And I've had PMS this week. Wow. This shit is amazing. Is it $150 a month amazing? That brings my monthly meds up to $250 per month. Full disclosure: I get $780 per month. My rent is $550, this would bring my meds, as I mentioned, to $250. That's $800. I make around $10 a month from Patreon, after their share, and then I have to pay taxes on it at the end of the year. That $10 goes right to Warped to keep my websites up. That is my 3rd priority (the first two being rent and meds). And that doesn't leave any room for Doctor's appointments, food, toiletries, bills. Which will make me more dependent upon Doc. He has the money to cover it. He makes good money. I just don't.

So, expect a sort of, but not quite really, marketing and promotional push. I intend to update all of the places where I have hand designed products, update even the most outdated of social media sites, perk up the most active social media sites, and hopefully design a new website to handle more traffic more efficiently and show off more of my work, as well as set up special places for Patreon Patrons. I'm serious now. I know plenty of people I look up to didn't even hit their stride until they hit 50. That gives me four years to get my shit together and figure out where I am going with all of this. Movie? Play? Books? TV Series? (Dare I say It?) Rock Opera? Where do I want to be when I hit 50, besides in the middle of adoring intelligent people talking about clever things, with a mouth full of beautiful white teeth. That's where I want to be when I'm 50.

Where I want to be at dawn, is finishing up my Photoshop work, having long finished the script tweaks I have scribbled in this notebook with purple ink. I have some Pinterest Wins to post, and a special HDR picture that needs a lot of help, but I think I can make something really nice out of it. I also have a picture of the clusterfuck of computer hardware that is sitting at my feet that must be seen to be believed. Three external HDs, two external CD/DVD writers, a printer awaiting ink (on my amazon wishlist), a microphone and pop filter, a chock full USB hub . . . I think that's it for that pile. I have two other printers. One is a photo-only printer. The paper comes in a cartridge with enough ink to print just that much paper. I have to research that. The other is an ink jet, that is in really good condition, just needs ink. I have transparency film I love to print digital art on and then mount in glass frames, but the film only works with ink jet printers, and it is the only ink jet I have, so I cling to it.

I also wanted to clean out that horrible corner in the kitchen. I cleaned the one side of the counter today, it's time to take on the other side. And best to do it when Doc is not home, as he seems to suffer some horrible guilt that makes him snappy and mean when I do it when he is here. That will be my stretching exercise. For when I just can't possibly sit here and install another program. I will vacuum and finish the kitchen. Oh, and hang my laundry, that's right, I did that. The washing machine kept scaring the hell out of me. I am still not used to it. After the first week of washing everything we had, we haven't used it much. Well, he hasn't. I have tons of things that need to be washed, I'm just doing them slowly. No rush, the hamper doesn't take up much room in my bedroom. I have some sheets and blankets of summer weight, and a shirt I really need to sew before I wash and the tear frays. It was my favorite sleeveless flannel until the evil handles in the kitchen grabbed it and tore it asunder. Well, pretty much asunder. And I also wanted to dust. It's very dusty in here.

1:15am, Windows 7 on Bollux is installing 202 updates. I'm just going to wipe this machine, Scout, when I get the Windows 10 update, so I see no real point in jumping through the hoops of getting stuff installed and registered properly here. I could sweep the driveway, and even lay the rug out for my studio and wash it off with the hose as a kind of hint that I want to put the studio back together again. I found some gorgeous ideas on Pinterest and I am really interested in having a workable workspace again and access to all of my materials. I found a receipt today, apparently in 2013, I ordered $50 worth of jewelry supplies (which is a HUGE sum for me, as I only get my supplies on clearance from a really inexpensive and quality wholesaler). I've located them, but haven't gone through them. I have two whole storage shelves in the garage full of beading/jewelry making materials. Time has come to take them out and play. With fall coming, it will be perfect studio weather.

I want to get furniture moved around this weekend. Especially the $300 bookshelf (that we did not pay THAT for) in the garage, piling up with tools, that needs to be brought inside so I can unpack my books finally and have a decent shelf wall in here. Then there is the dresser in the hallway that keeps attacking me. I have layers of bruises on my arm, all in the same spot. Always in the same damn spot. I don't mind the dresser in the kitchen, but I reason if we put it in the spare room, the cats will have less carpet to pee on. We need to get a Rug Doctor for that room. And they have a big litter box in there that gets scooped every two days. Assholes. At least they aren't peeing on my books.

Holy shit, 1200 words. About nothing, really. Everything is fucking great. I want to finally do everything I have been blowing off for YEARS. I feel creativity bursting out of me, but right after I do this thing. And that thing. And just let me dust a little.
2013, cyd, new

And now it's 4am.

I texted Doc, and he replied he got cut loose early and was starting his commute home. I'm watching traffic to see if there are any impediments to him getting home.

Let me just take a moment to say that whatever font they used on the ASUS keyboard on this laptop, they picked a winner. I'm so tired of seeing the same old font on the keyboard. This is refreshing. I barely even notice that the keys are just a bit smaller than the other machine. And the finish is really nice. It's like brushed steel, but black and plastic. Very sleek.

When I finally got done cleaning, and it was 3:30am, I had the shakes pretty bad. I had a yogurt and a cup of mandarin oranges, and I feel my super powers have returned with a steady hand. I also took a Xanax. I figured out a way I can get a milligram every 6 hours and stay within my alloted dose. So that's working out.

I STILL don't have Photoshop installed. Bollux is catching up with 202 Windows updates. So he is out of the fight for now.

I vacuumed (with the super suction hose, 400 piles of cat shit behind my printer table. It is wedged in between the antique buffet/side board that we use as an entertainment center and the computer desk around the interior corner. So there is a space, apparently the size of a comfy litter box behind it. I had put a cushy pillow back there for them to lay on while they hid. I noticed a bad smell while working at the desk yesterday, and peeked back there and found the pillow soaked with pee and the aforementioned 400 piles of poop. I got the lot cleaned up, threw the pillow away, and saturated the area with Nature's miracle.

It smells worlds better over at the desk. I have an old desktop case to get to the garage, and a big monitor that died long ago. I'm going to dismantle it and make a cat bed out of it. And likely put it in the clandestine poop corner. To the garage until I can get to them. There is not enough time in the day! Then I have to organize my diaries so they stop collapsing while I get them scanned. Then hook up Doc's new hard drive, he can load it himself, I can't deal with any more status bars.

So, the desk is clean, dusted, and organized. The battery of the Collar Cam is recharged and I just need to empty the micro SD card and replace the text file with my phone number, which is the default screen on the wee cam.

I think the external CD burner I found today is for Windows XP, which is good, because the onboard optical drive on Bollux is all bolluxed up. It sounds like one of the tourist planes taking off to return the hungover broke people to midwestern suburbia. I also found a DVD/CD burner for the more sophisticated machines.The rest of the clusterfuck of hardware was all gifted to me by Patrons of my art. So I have plenty of hardware for burning my own EP. Rather expensive detail, taken care of. The new challenge is finding ink for my various printers. My newest is stocked, I was also gifted plenty of cartridges.

Oh! And the stuff I want to make! There is not enough time in the day.
2013, cyd, new

I love this keyboard!

Some things are in different places, but I'm getting used to that. Scout is a little slow when she first wakes up, but who among us isn't? Even though there is the threat of imminent chaos because of my lazy hands and the active touchpad, I still love this keyboard. The keys have a nice silent, but very tensile click to them. Silent keyboard. As long as my nails are short, I could type away all day while Doc is sleeping on the couch and he would never be the wiser.

I went through the last box of secret treasure that we got from the old woman who moved out across the street. You may remember her from such treasure as the three intricate, Thai floor candle holders in three heights; a ton of vintage Christmas ornaments from the 50's-60's, many, Victorian repros; assorted wine, liqueur, and champagne glasses, including "Marie Antoinette" champagne glasses from mid-20th century, so named because the cup part was fashioned after the exact shape of her breasts; over a dozen books on Japanese society from mid-century that are no longer in print; assorted home decorations and wall hangings; and tons of other stuff. Any who . . . this last box was glass stuff. I found several vases, a couple of etched ones, and a nice deep blue one. A small covered candy dish. Now I have two on the glass coffee table. A cheese board, or casserole trivet.

And four small glasses. I'd say no more than 5 oz. glasses. Small, round, almost like spheres. On them is printed a design, with the artist's signature (which I have not googled yet), and a band around the mouth of the glass. The floral illustrations are identical, an are western in style, as in, not Asian, which all of the other stuff was. I brought them in and washed them, I have a small shelf next to a mirror in a hutch we fashioned where those glasses, nesting, would look really nice. The illustrations and bands are black. But while washing them in bright light, I noticed inside, something very surprising, they were actually sterling silver, just very tarnished. These little round glasses have been printed with sterling silver illustrations! I have never seen nor heard such a thing, in all my years of being surrounded by antiques and fine glassware. So, I am very curious. I plan to polish them tomorrow or Sunday.

The other precious find, requires a bit of backstory. When I was little, one of my chores was dusting. I loved dusting in one room, the living room. I wasn't allowed in the living room as a child, except to dust. I was a wonderland magazine cover place of flooding light and matching everything and mysterious things on dark, important looking furniture. There was one item in particular. I don't know where my mom got it, it was from Denmark, it was a molded lead crystal rabbit. Very light on detail. Just the shape of a sitting rabbit, really. It would fit in my palm, now that I am an adult. I loved to hold it and feel its weight. To hold it up to the light and watch the colors split. I just liked to look at the simplicity of it among the complexity of everything else my mother had in this room. It had no meaning that I knew of. It had no story. It wasn't an heirloom. It was just there. Maybe she got it when we went to Solvang one of those years. And I always wanted that rabbit. It eventually disappeared and was replaced by newer magazine cover living room designs, I have no idea of its fate.

So, we were looking in the box of glass wonders, you and I, weren't we? At the very bottom of the box, underneath a hopelessly disfigured beeswax candle, was a small, formed glass bird. Light on detail, just the shape of a seated bird, really. It fit in the palm of my hand. It was cool to the touch, I held it up to the light and watched the colors split. In my mind, I put down the dust rag, and sat down on the floor in a pool of sunlight and the rabbit in my memory became this bird I was holding. And this bird can't die on me, like all the other ones do. I shall call it Poe, in honor of my brave baby crow from this spring.

And thus ends the tales of treasure from the kooky old woman who lived across the street. I wish I had given her a hug. If I had only known, I would have given her a hug.