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I nipped up to the library here in town today, to take care of a few computer-related things (Didn't get as many of them done as I wanted to, since I wanted to get back early since it was warm today, and I didn't know how soon the bus would come: I ended up missing it anyway, and had to wait for the next one...). Plus, I also took out "The Macintosh Bible", as prepartion for getting the eMac: it's a great book, but it's a classic case of More Than Enough Information. I think I'd better find a recent version of "Macs for Dummies" or something like it: I might nip into Lowell Thursday and see if I can find it at the library there.
And someone please tell me that you **can** run WinDoze-based gaming software on VirtualPC. Because otherwise, I'm back at square one in terms of getting into the MxO, according to "The Macintosh Bible".
And I got back to editing "Motion to Deactivate", preparatory to *trying* to publish it via Lulu.com. I should take a stab at "Sophisticated Ladies", too, get that on there in time for Hallowe'en. My next thought was that once it gets cool again, I should talk to my mom about doing an "author photo shoot". The headshot I got on my Lulu.com page isn't very good. Only trouble is, all we have is analog cameras, and I need a digital one, to be able to actually upload the picture. ::Sighs::
Watched the premiere episode of "Supernatural" on the WB: It's like they're trying to rehash the supernatural detective/demon-hunter shtick from "Constantine" for the small screen, and they're failing horribly (though for some reason, the older of the two spook-chasing brothers reminds me of the blond, British version of John Constantine: He's got the same sort of "rake at the gates of hell" charm, but he's got nowhere near half the panache). The demon-hunter gave the show two thumbs waaaay down, to quote him: "Hunting spooks without being warded? No holy water, no blessed medals, no exorcism salt, no binding chants, not a word of the Ritualis, and I bet you five bucks the shells in those fuckin' shotguns those kids are totin' ain't made of blessed silver. Ten bucks says they don't know a damn word of Latin. Betcha twenty they couldn't tell a soldier demon from a sock." Me in reply: "Why do I see you crossing paths with those two and taking their kills from them, just to tick them off... besides the fact that they're in the same neck of the woods?" He came back with, "They're inept, and nosy kids drive me nuts."
And This Article Here should be required reading for the fanbrats who insist on writing Mpreg fics.
And someone please tell me that you **can** run WinDoze-based gaming software on VirtualPC. Because otherwise, I'm back at square one in terms of getting into the MxO, according to "The Macintosh Bible".
And I got back to editing "Motion to Deactivate", preparatory to *trying* to publish it via Lulu.com. I should take a stab at "Sophisticated Ladies", too, get that on there in time for Hallowe'en. My next thought was that once it gets cool again, I should talk to my mom about doing an "author photo shoot". The headshot I got on my Lulu.com page isn't very good. Only trouble is, all we have is analog cameras, and I need a digital one, to be able to actually upload the picture. ::Sighs::
Watched the premiere episode of "Supernatural" on the WB: It's like they're trying to rehash the supernatural detective/demon-hunter shtick from "Constantine" for the small screen, and they're failing horribly (though for some reason, the older of the two spook-chasing brothers reminds me of the blond, British version of John Constantine: He's got the same sort of "rake at the gates of hell" charm, but he's got nowhere near half the panache). The demon-hunter gave the show two thumbs waaaay down, to quote him: "Hunting spooks without being warded? No holy water, no blessed medals, no exorcism salt, no binding chants, not a word of the Ritualis, and I bet you five bucks the shells in those fuckin' shotguns those kids are totin' ain't made of blessed silver. Ten bucks says they don't know a damn word of Latin. Betcha twenty they couldn't tell a soldier demon from a sock." Me in reply: "Why do I see you crossing paths with those two and taking their kills from them, just to tick them off... besides the fact that they're in the same neck of the woods?" He came back with, "They're inept, and nosy kids drive me nuts."
And This Article Here should be required reading for the fanbrats who insist on writing Mpreg fics.
