So~, something had happened to my four year old laptop (...water?) and it had started to act weirdly, or rather, stopped working reliably. My love for certain keys
To be a little more accurate, it happened Tuesday night. What exactly it was that happened I am not too sure, since it had been drinking water before without any problems. The only thing out-of-the-ordinary that could have made it act up though was
a bit of water getting on the keyboard.
For whichever cause, the symptoms at first were as if the command -key was jammed. Which I suppose is similar to they ctrl+alt keys being jammed at the same time.
Result, you can't do shit.
Can't log on anymore, can't type anywhere, the only things I could do was passively clicking links - at least I could watch an episode of glee, since I'd saved it in my bookmarks, and much more importantly, I could still use iTunes.
I was working on Wednesday, so I promptly made an appointment at our local apple store. The earliest appointment I could get however was on Friday.
Distress when I got back home and realized that due to me having logged on during work, I now couldn't log on to tumblr anymore. Oh, distress. It's the only really continuously-interesting place on the net these days, and I couldn't access it anymore (despite having my log in information saved on here). [I keep having the most fun in commenting on when my colleagues go on facebook all the time. I only ever see them check and like random statusses, click on photos to see who was with whom where, and chat on there. With the most intrigued faces ever.
I sincerely hope you are capable of understanding sarcasm. I've been told that that is practically "what you do" on there. Well. How... interesting.
Either way, today I asked them "So~ anything interesting happening?". O such bored faces when they told me "Nah, not really." I had to bite my lips to not laugh. "Isn't it always like that?", I ask. "Yea~h" they said. ... 'Yeah', huh? Why are you even on a site that is just half-way interesting you, in fact, is boring the fuck out of you? It makes me laugh.Thanks, but no thanks.]
Later that night, it seemed like the command key got un-stuck, just to get jammed again a little while later, and so we yo-yo'd up and down for a while until it finally calmed down. It was possible to use my laptop normally again!
... or so I thought, just to be proven wrong when I tried to type ... and realized that both the 'i' and the 'n' key were like jammed (although there was not the least bit of unusual resistance, as caused by random breadcrumbs etc, under the keys)
... Only when certain keys aren't working, you realize just how much you need them. So for a whyle Y resygmed to wrytymg wyth 'y' amd 'm' for a lyttle whyle ymstead... whych obvyously cam get a lyttle weyrd. Stramge words do happem.
Later I started copy-pasting 'in', but mildly said, that got exhausting. I guess I don't even have to mention how typing anything in Japanese is a thing of impossibility like that, unless you don't care about neither your nerves nor your heart.
Then on Friday, I went to the apple store, and gave them my black darling. As ever, the nicest, friendliest and most caring people you ever meet in any store are those in apple stores. You even get smiles flying at you across the room, smiles when people pass you by... Either way, laptop gone, had a nice chat with the chap, who told me they'd have to remove the whole topcase etc etc, and I was to expect my laptop back in about 3-5 days. So I went back home. Laptopless. ... If I hadn't had my iPod, I don't know what I'd have done. Dark times without music would have befallen me. ... Or actually I would have listened to the only CD I have here - dead stock - on repeat. Hah.
Well funnily I am blessed with a borrowed PS3, so internet -in theory- still was possible for me. (not that it was that important, I had already seen myself being totally cut off at least until the beginning of next week)
I am saying 'in theory', because the things I tend to do most of the time on here still wouldn't really work out. First of all, the PS3 is damn slow... *bitter laugh* which obviously gets a little irritating if you use the internet the way I do. With up to a dozen of tabs open at a time etc etc.
I wasn't too surprised to find out that hotmail didn't work on the PS3 at all. I could log on and all, but I could neither read nor write any emails.
... When exactly is
hotmail ever working? ... Not that I actually really use it actively anymore. I just get notifications and uni related stuff on there... etc.
Which I would still like to be able to read though, heh.
Else I pretty much despise its guts. I mean, it's useless. So totally useless.
Well, anyway, today at work I got an email from the apple store - everything was repaired and ready for being collected.
Three to five days, right? ... Well, this hadn't even been one day. Ahah... Uhm, guess they fell in love with my pretty single white I-key or the rareness of the black beauty and decided to do it straight away. Either way, asked Sash whether I could get off earlier so that I'd be able to collect my laptop. No problem he said, Marina wasn't against it either, and in the end they even politely chucked me out the store earlier than what I had intended - half past six would have been fine, but somehow I already left at quarter past five.
Well. Thanks? |D [Off topic, somewhen I got this feeling Sash's girlfriend doesn't bed him often enough lately. Again too many mentions of lashes and saltires and swings of love. ... Well.]
So, long story short, I went to get my laptop back then. They told me that apparently there had been some white, dried liquid stuck to the outside of the harddrive - they'd removed that, and then exchanged the topdeck.
Uhm... White liquid?
No idea where that's supposed to come from. I don't even drink "white liquids". Just water. Watherrrr.
Well... Complete keyboard exchanged against a new one - from shiny back to perfectly lackluster, from black and white back to perfectly black. Perfectly black and perfectly working.
And the perfectly wrong letters, thought I'd puke, lol. Interesting psychosis I got there, I realized. Even considered getting a new computer just for that l-m-a-o. Well not really just for that but ... yeah.
Luckily I can't actually see the keys, As I usually type in semi-darkness. Can't see shit down there. Apart from phantoms.
And the fun part of this all can be wrapped up in one statement: "Uhm... So this usually makes 103€. ... ... Ehhhheh, in this case though... you won't be charged a thing *sweetest smirk ever*" ... Oh-okay then.
... Still considering getting a new one some day soonish. I remember very well that the last time something had been 'not alright' with it, I had made this statement of "the next time something isn't working or has to get repaired, I'll get a new machine...", and I bloody meant it. One huge building site it is, my black darling.
So much about computers. Today I saw this boy.
I was just getting on a subway back home, when I see this boy sitting in a row of seats all alone. I immediately recognize something
, and sit down, put my backpack between my feet and while passengers take up the other seats, I commence reading my edition of the House of Leaves [When I was going ~to~ the apple place, a man with his son on his lap -age around 7- sat next to me, with a still younger son across from my seat. I was deeply into reading, so although my ears heard what they were talking about, my brain filtered it out as being not too interesting, instead, the letters in front of me were. So at some point, the seven year old pulls out a bottle with liquid and babbles about how thirsty he is, then drinks. The younger boy in front of me starts going like "ooohhh I want after him I also want to drink also want to drink can I drink after him please please?" ... sweet boy. Yellow bottle with a cap you have to pull at in order to have the liquid pour out. I never stop reading. Then, apparently the older boy has stopped drinking, does some witty comment and thrusts it into direction of the younger without ever letting go of the bottle itself - FLOOMMMPH - water spilled over the top of my pages. THOSE pages. THOSE pages. How... dare anyone dis-sanctify the very matter those demonic words are printed on. I'm just gazing at the yellow wetness on the paper. Hear the dad scolding the boy, telling him no and how the book was all wet now. I open my backpack, fishing for tissues I know I don't have in there. Still gazing at the yellow wetness, while the dad tells me that luckily it's just water. I tell him, it's okay. I still am fishing for something that isn't there. I look up at the younger boy, gone all quiet. I look up at the older boy, just as quiet. I see he hasn't learned how to apologize to strangers yet, but I sure do see he's regretting his little folly. I look back at the pages. I ask the dad whether he has some tissues at hand, and he replies yes, fingering in the pocket of his jeans until he finally gets out a packet of tissues. I look on in silence. He gives me one. I look at the older boy. He gazes back, very very silent. I say thanks, and start wiping and dabbing at the pages. Then, I take up reading. It takes a while before the boys start talking again.]
The boy might have been seventeen, he might have been twenty, it was hard to say. The first thing I saw was perfectly golden hair. Not natural, but beautiful, and very well styled to the side. I immediately felt he was different, although I hadn't yet consciously registered anything apart from the hair. I just smiled, and concentrated on the written word.
From the corners of my eyes, I noticed how he was fidgeting with a smartphone. Probably even an iPhone, I never saw the actual thing itself much. When I looked up, I registered his amazingly pretty face, and hazelnut brown eyes. Perfect with the golden hair. I also registered how his perfectly trimmed nails had invisible nail polish or nail hardener on them. It made me smile, again. What I had felt wasn't just a hunch anymore.
Well dressed. His feet, in pretty, dark brown boots, crossed at the ankles. He kept smiling at his phone, some fingers flicking across the screen. Pretty accessory on his wrists. Nothing I have ever seen a straight man wear.
I looked at his face again. The soft smile. The little faint mole on the side of his nose. I smiled more. I thought "If I'd be a gay man, I'd so totally lost myself. I'd so fallen in love with him right on the spot." Which made me smile even more. The boy was love, so much love. I could feel it around him.
It was a thing of beauty, real beauty. I had to write it down. Black on white, white on black.
Only when he got up a couple of stops before mine and got out, I realized the huge, pretty handbag he had. I guess I am so much used to seeing Japanese boys wearing handbags, it didn't even seem 'unusual' to me. It was yet another thing that had made me chuckle. Ants
They're building houses again. Crawling everywhere. They've only been starting to do this a couple of days ago. It made me smile. Spring's sprung.
Gotta be more careful about where I step down again. Be careful, too, little darlings.
... Talking about steps, my feet hurt |D Too much work without breaks for the last couple of days, youch... Reminds me every time that I need new shoes, mine are totally worn out. Shock absorption, what is that? I guess something the like did
exist for them, once, years ago. Along with wonderfully cloud-like soft soles. Nothing the like can be felt anymore, but they're still the most comfortable and fitforthejob shoes I own
. I tend to forget this "I need new shoes" each and every time. Until I've had another day of work, haha.
Yush, so much about me and things.
Guess I'll watch an episode of 東京dogs nau, wan.
And no, no obsession with ドレス whatsoever.
Also, what is it with this sudden appearance of handcuffs and whipped cream on my profi~~~le~? Kehkehhhehehehe... I feel like avenging with ropes or stufff. You. I see what you're doing there XD