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I just burned my first CD! Yes, I did -- and I figured out how to all on my tod:

- locate and download music files - CHECK
- locate and open Nero manual - CHECK
- decide it's written in a language incomprehensible to a person of my limited mental capabilities, and give up in disgust - CHECK
- have a cup of coffee - CHECK
- click on various buttons randomly, and end up somehow converting .WAV to .CDA - CHECK
- find the button that says BURN, and watch in growing despair as it does nothing - CHECK
- have another cup of coffee - CHECK
- decide it probably needs a disk inserted, have a hairy moment when it says it can't find it - CHECK
- take out disk and insert in other station, click OK, hear it whir, and in a panic leave the room - CHECK
- say 10 Hail Marys before daring to creep back in - CHECK

- and hey presto! a CD is made! So who's the Daddy now, then?

My very own audio CD, and it plays on both the computer AND the stereo! Only took me -what?- 3 hours? Pfft...this burning stuff's a piece of cake, really. Next time, I may even whittle the time spent on it down to an hour and a half, maybe? Perhaps I'll even work out how to make the songtitles and artist appear in the playlist...
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But first:


So JM will be singing and talking about his debut album in Coventry's Guildhall on April 25th. I'm sure I'll have better things to do, attend a CoRo show, e.g. -- they're going to be touring the UK from April 21st-May 2nd, I hear.

Anyway, I received a letter from my ADSL-provider, telling me they are unable to provide ADSL to my home. They are very sorry to disappoint me, but all their tests have shown that it can't be done. They can't be specific as to the cause, but they have given me the following to choose from:

* I have already signed up for ADSL with another provider;
* I have a group telephone number (whatever that may be);
* I have an ISDN rather than an analog telephone connection.

Since I knew I hadn't been in touch with any other provider, I contacted my telephone company and had them check into the last two possibilities. And they came back and told me what I already suspected: I have neither the one nor the other.

Meanwhile, I've been surfing the web to my heart's content. And now I'm in a quandary: should I let sleeping dogs lie, and continue to surf without being asked to pay a penny; or tell them that as far as I can see, my Internet connection's working fine, and run the risk of them going "oh, but it shouldn't be!", flip a switch and cut me off from the rest of the world?
I think I'll sleep on that decision for a while...

And thank the Lord! -- today I found out that I finally fit into last year's jeans again!
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I've had this computer, and therefore this mouse, for well over a month. And just now, I found out by accident that the protruding bit that looks a bit like a...ahem...nestled between the left and right clicker is NOT a design feature. It's a little wheel that if you touch it when the cursor's on the scrollbar, helps you scroll up and down more easily!

Hee. I wish someone had told me that before.
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...but bear in mind that my previous home computer was bought in 1993, and only had a 3.5" disk station (which was state of the art in them dark days!).

Every time I logon, my computer (which will need to be named at some stage) tells me that it has found some WinXP updates for me to install, but warns me that I must first create a backup. My computer (see that it needs a name?) is issued with 2 optic -CD/-DVD/-RW stations. The manual, written in badly translated German, says all I need to do is place a disk in the station (does not specify which) and run the Windows Backup Wizard.

So I've gone out and bought a packet of CD-RW high speed disks. I open up one station and place a disk inside. I open up the wizard and it tells me G:\backup.bkf, which it comes up with of its own accord, is an invalid file name and destination. So I try it in the other station. Same result.

What's wrong? I don't know. These disks, do they need formatting first?
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My 374th entry in this journal is brought to you live from my very own home.

Two lovely young men have just installed my ADSL modem, splitter and cables, set everything up and by the time they were finished, I could kiss them...and I am ever so happy that I decided to get the professionals in because as it turned out, my worst nightmare did come true and the splitter the provider had sent me appeared to be defective. Now had I not rung for assistance, I would never have known this and, having failed to get a signal, would undoubtedly have proceeded in taking out my frustration on the computer itself, by dropping it from a very great height. It's what I do when technology baffles me. I smash the offending item to bits. I can't tell you how many Walkmans have suffered this fate, simply because I failed to remember to exchange the batteries, and couldn't work out why the bloody things wouldn't work anymore.

Anyway, YAY! for the Internet! I'm finally on it!
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It feels strange to be stepping outside without my crutches, and it's not all good. I tend to forget that I can't run, or walk briskly even, let alone turn on the proverbial sixpence -- I make painful mistakes, but at least the ankle seems to be holding up. I'm sure it won't be long, a few weeks at most, before the bruised bone will cease to give me any more trouble; but even though it's definitely healing, it's not healing fast enough to my liking.I want to wear heels again, or any type of shoe other than trainers, really. I want to dress in skirts again. I've been wearing nothing but trousers for the last 7 weeks, and I'm sick of it.

But before I can do that, I'm going to have to get rid of the bandaging, wait for the last of the oedema to subside, and sort out my poor abused skin. Now that the purple bruises have gone, and the sickly yellow ones have started to fade as well, the continued dryness of teh skin itself is what worries and aggravates me most. I've been slapping on the Nivea for a week, but with no discernible results so far. It's probably due to having kept the leg tightly bandaged up all this time, combined with a bout of inactivity and prolonged exposure to centrally heated rooms, and will clear as soon as there's no need to stay inactive any longer, but still, it annoys me; and I'm even more annoyed by the look of my poor feet. I haven't been able to perform my usual pumice stone routine on them in weeks, and it shows.

I have a love/hate relationship with my feet. I appreciate their importance and usefulness in allowing me to get from A to B and keep me in an upright position whenever I require them to, and I'm generally thankful for their continued good health, but...I do think they're possibly the ugliest parts of my body. Maybe it's not even my feet as much as my toes: I'm convinced I've got the ugliest set in Christendom. It's nothing to do with any particular or perceived defect, either; it's just that I don't like their shape. Which revulsion has prompted me years ago to get into the habit of pampering my feet on the weekends, slapping on and rubbing in oodles of creams and lotions, painting the nails and filing away the calluses. And now that I haven't done that for weeks on end, I'm despairing of the work that needs to be done on them when I'm finally able to put my feet soles up in my lap again. Maybe I should take them for a professional pedicure -- even though that would mean having to bare them to a total stranger's scrutiny, and being completely embarrassed about it. Needs must, and all that.


On another, less personal topic: I've decided to postpone hooking my computer up to the Internet till Thursday, even if they're going to flip the switch tomorrow. I went through the installation instructions and got so confused on the second diagram, that I grabbed the phone and booked the pricey services of an official ADSL installation/cable person - let them worry about finding and connecting the splitter to the IS/RA whatchumacallit! I'm not touching it, no way, no how.


Nov. 19th, 2004 01:05 pm
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My DIY ADSL Installation packet came in the post today. And with it came a note to say that my broadband connection will be activated on Tuesday, Nov 23rd!

Date gloriam!


Nov. 13th, 2004 03:12 pm
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I contacted the helpdesk for my chosen ADSL-provider and they had apparently never received my application after we had sorted it out over the phone and I'd given them all my details, the person on the other end mentioned that it might take up to 6 weeks to take effect!

I made my mind up then and there to start up the CompuServe connection anyway, despite what all my computer nerd acquaintances had said, and it all seemed to go swimmingly until a message popped up on my screen to say that it failed to detect a "carrier signal" (or possibly "carry signal", I can't tell, as it's all in Dutch and I don't understand computers when they speak Dutch to me). Of course, the A4-size instruction manual didn't mention this error in the two lines that actually deal with solving problems, and now I'm stumped. I've no idea what it's trying to tell me, but I fear it might be something along the lines of: "You want Internet-access, lady? Pah! Forget it!"

And, as if I haven't got enough to deal with at the moment, I get the distinct impression that the electricity is failing in my flat. Now, there are two lights that won't switch on - and it's neither the bulb nor the fuse, 'cause I checked those. I've just gotten a horrible thought: the wiring must be at least 30 years old. Maybe I should have it replaced?
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I'm sure something's gone wrong - I still haven't got my broadband connection and it's been 2 weeks since I've applied for it. I'm getting sorely tempted to plug my computer into the telephone, click on the CompuServe icon on my desktop, and see what happens. Damn! The whole point in me getting a home computer was so that I could go online whilst laid up at home, but at this rate...I'm not so sure I need it now: I'm going back to work on Monday.

Actually, I'm going back in tomorrow, for a meeting with Jobsworth to discuss the conditions for my return, and how he can help make it a successful one - why oh why could I not have kept my trap shut last time I spoke to the company doctor? Why did I not stop myself from giving vent to my frustrations and allow her to stick the burn-out label on me? So that's why it took Jobsworth a month to get in touch with me!
I had expected his phone call a lot sooner, but wasn't unduly worried when it didn't come. Last week, I was starting to feel much better, well-rested, optimistic, not in so much pain anymore -- and then he calls and panic strikes. He says he wants to discuss all the things that bother me and how he can help prevent future problems from arising and I, I just want to flee, find some kind of hidey-hole and stay there. God! he mentioned someone from HR might be there 'to act as mediator' and possibly, the company psychologist, too...the company psychologist? Could I be in deeper shit?
I don't want to go to this meeting. He or they'll make me say unsmart things. I'll sound like a whining bitch, and I don't want to. How did I get myself into this? How do I get myself out?

Anyhow -- presuming I survive tomorrow's meeting with a bare minimum of embarrassment, I'm positive going back to work will do me the world of good. I'm quite curious to see how my projects and clients have been faring in my absence (I wonder if Sophie's stepped up to the mark this time?), and I'm starting to miss the social aspect of it as well. Over the last couple of weeks, I've (re-)read 7 or 8 books (some more interesting than others), watched 3 or 4 DVDs (but however big my fondness for Chinese fightfilms, I really can't fill my entire days with them), and I've had a friend stay with me for a week, forcing me to indulge in the touristy thing for a bit - a visit to the Peace Palace, e.g., and one to Johannes Vermeer's Girl With A Pearl Earring (Tracy Chevalier, you've got a lot to answer for!); but by now, I'm getting restless. My ankle is improving (I'm down to one crutch now, and I can potter about the house without it) and I feel the need to occupy my mind with bigger and more pertinent questions than whether Bill or Kwame will do the better job as CEO in training of one of Donald Trump's ventures, or whether Carrie should choose The Russian over Mr. Big or vice versa. Never before have I cared either way, but after 5 weeks of watching daytime telly, these are the things that engage me.

My ankle, as I said, is getting better. Still swollen, still sore, but less so than last week. Remco'd taken the day off so this morning, I had to put myself into the hands of his new trainee, Rutger. Lovely young man, so fit and handsome. A footballer, tall and lean, blond, blue eyes, good sense of humour. The morning had barely started, and I was already flirting. Ah! sometimes, it just feels so good to be alive!
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In the end, I bought neither an hp nor a Dell, nor any of the other well-known brand computers. I bought a no name computer, through a special offer at one of the discount highstreet chemists. I am now the proud owner of a multimedia PC consisting of:

- DVD-Rewriter
2,4 x DVD+R (dual layer)
8 x DVD-R/4 x DVD-RW
8 x DVD-R/4 x DVD+RW
10 x CD-R/10 x CD-RW

- 16 x DVD-ROM

- 120 GB harddisk (7200 rpm)
Ultra ATA 100 interface

- nVidia GeForce FX5200
128 MB DDR-RAM, graphic card w/ TV-Out, DVD-I

- 512 MB DDR-RAM memory

- Network controller Ethernet LAN 10/100 MBit on board

- 56k V.90 PCI Softmodem incl. telephone cable

- IEEE 1394 FireWire on board

- 6 Channel Audio on board

- 3,5" Disk Drive


- 6 USB 2.0 (2 front, 4 back)
1 serial, 1 parallel, 2 PS/2, 1 LAN, 2 IEEE 1394 FireWire (1 front, 1 back)


- 1 LINE IN, 1 MIC IN, LINE OUT: 1 front, 1 back
1 subwoofer/center
1 digital coaxial in
1 digital coaxial out

PS/2 mouse
PS/2 keyboard w/ multimedia hotkeys

Operation system: WinXP Home Edition

It came with MS Works 7.0 and CompuServe hook-up-now-and-get-the-first-month-free, and a virus checker on a 90 day trial basis already installed.

But for now, I can't do anything other than play Pinball on it, because I was advised not to click on the hook-up-now-and-get-the-first-month-free button, but shop around for a reasonable provider first. Fuck that: I sent off for an ADSL connection at 8,95 euros a month with free modem and no connection costs, and hope they contact me soon so I won't have to rely on libraries and Internet caf├ęs for much longer.

I bought it on the spur of the moment. I had no idea what I was doing. But yesterday, I bumped into one of my computer nerd friends and after viewing it for himself, he pronounced that I done good. Phew! That made me feel so much better. Because honestly, all I really know about, is footwear. I just saw the most wonderful pair of boots.
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I'm buying a computer. I've been dithering about making this purchase for far too long, and even if I still don't know what I'm doing exactly, I'm not going to let it stop me getting my heart's desire any longer.

I spent all day yesterday checking my flat for the best and most convenient place to put it, and rearranging my furniture; and this morning that space just looked so bare that I simply have to have it filled by tonight. Or tomorrow, if that's the earliest they can deliver...

Now...are you sure that as soon as I plug it in, I will be on the Internet? Or will I need additional bits and bobs for that?

Good news

Oct. 22nd, 2004 01:05 pm
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I felt so energized after today's visit to the physiotherapist, that I decided to take a detour into town instead of going straight home. Lucky I did, because I bumped into an old friend on his lunchbreak, who when I explained that I was interested in buying a computer, gave me some good advice and tried to sell me on an Apple MacIntosh. Not completely convinced I want one yet, I'm going to go round and see the thing in action at his place tomorrow...and he's proved himself willing to upload my CoRo pictures then, too!
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I am! I really am!

My e-mail probs? I solved them! I did! I did it! Me!

Take that, you stupid IT person. I didn't need you after all!

::dancing round the office going NaNaNaNaNa! at the IT-guy::
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I'm slightly calmer now, but still annoyed. My e-mail's still not working; i.e., I can receive, but I can't send, which is a bloody nuisance; my minions are being contrary and difficult; I'll be stuck in meetings for the next 3 hours (oh joy); lunch consisted of a biccie and a cup of cold coffee; and to top it all off, I hear JM's come out with this favourite line of his again at DragonCon:

"To the ladies: If a guy is mean to the world, he will be mean to you."

Apart from the fact that this observation is so blatantly obvious there's no need for making it that I can see, I'd like to know: just when was Spike ever mean to the world? He's frigging helped save it a half dozen times!


Sep. 2nd, 2003 10:39 am
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I hate coming in in the morning and finding out that my Outlook's completely fucked up. Apparently, and for no discernible reason, it's suddenly decided there's a major problem with it's .pst (whatever that is) and now it won't send and/or receive anything. I could have coped with this, if I hadn't hit on the bloody brilliant idea of seeking our helpdesk's assistance. Why do we employ these people? They're no bloody help at all, and that's as per bloody usual. Am I what? CPQ? Do I have an EMEA-account? What server am I on? Escher, Giotto, or...? How the fuck should I know? All I know is, it worked yesterday. Do I regularly run a scan on my .pst? Was I supposed to? And why, in all the years I've been here, has no one ever bothered to tell me so if I was? ::grumble grumble:: Jumped up little turd, I strongly suspect he's just trying to cover up for the fact that he hasn't a clue what's going on either, but is too fucking arrogant to admit it; and all his unhelpful comments have only succeeded in pissing me off more.

Tell you what else pisses me off. Unsolicited mail. Spam. Pop-up ads. And those fucking wankers who call around dinner time trying to sell me insurance policies, credit cards, newspapers, encyclopedias...and then when I put the phone down have the nerve to call right back and tell me that I have no manners! Flipping heck, if I wanted an encyclopedia, aren't I perfectly capable of going out and buying one? Aren't I?

And I hate my new keyboard, too. It's too bloody sensitive and it keeps missing out on the letters I type. It can't keep up with the speed with which I type and it makes me look as if I can't spell.

...or shagged to go over what I've written before hitting the Post-button, which is probably nearer the truth...


Jul. 31st, 2003 09:58 am
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A nice young man just stepped into my office, bearing the gift of my brand new PC, and wanted to set about installing it immediately. One look at my stricken face, and he relented. He's given me one hour to sort out what files from my hard drive I want transferred to this replacement. I'm all a-flutter; how should I know what I want to keep? Other than my pictures of JM, that is...

Oh crap

Jul. 28th, 2003 01:18 pm
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Our IT-guy's just come up to inform me that my new PC has arrived, and he'll be setting it up for me in a minute. OS: Windows XP! The crappo Home Edition! Why the hell cannot hp fork out for XP Professional. Bloody cost cutting initiative ::grumble grumble::

And OK, it's true that several times on a daily basis, I can be heard threatening my PC with dire consequences if it doesn't stop its habit of crashing every 10 seconds...but still, I'm not sure I want to let go of it now. It's sort of grown on me. And it's got WinNT on it, which I almost like. Well, at least I know how it works, where to find stuff. I've seen the XP graphics and I do not like them.

No, I am most definitely not a happy bunny.

And since I'm not a happy bunny, let me also take the time to confess that despite my best intentions, nay, strong resolve even, I have not been able to stick to my plan and ignore the sales this year in an effort to improve my current financial situation.
How many frigging handbags do I need?

I try to justify the purchase of this gorgeous black leather Italian bag with 2 compartments and 3 (!) hidden pockets, 4 zippers and 2 nice long straps by reminding myself that the strap broke on the purse I had with me the other day...but there's this tiny little voice in the back of my mind that keeps reminding me as well that I've got at least some 15 other perfectly serviceable bags that have only been used once or twice and in some instances, never, in the back of the closet and it would have been far cheaper if I'd upgraded one of these to the status of everyday bag. I can understand why I would discount the Saks 5th Avenue one (because it's dark brown with a fur trim, so totally inappropriate to the current season), but there's the Gucci I got at Malpensa airport back in the days when the Italians still had their ludicrously funny money that had far too many zeroes to be taken seriously; and the brown/green/beige stripey one I got in Rome; the red suede one I bought to go with my red suede heels but which for some reason, I never remembered I had whenever I wore the shoes; and all the rest...

Oh crap. I suck at economising.
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...but that, as they say, is in the lap of the gods! Or, in that of our IT-dept. They're going to tweak my PC on Monday because it's been giving me some trouble lately. I'm not happy about it, but it's out of my hands...


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