My laptop is now back, with a new hard-drive... that contains nothing but a bare-bones OS. My old HD is currently in an external case, waiting for me to try copying as much data from it as is recoverable.
Total damage: pretty close to USD $200, plus the time spent reinstalling and configuring my software, and generally settling myself back into my machine, etc. (Amusingly, if I wasn't concerned about recovering my data, I could have bought a laptop with the same specs for the same amount.)
My apologies if I don't respond for another day or two while I finish various other tasks.
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Just avoided dying IRL by winning a dream-battle
It's possible that I just kept myself from dying (or at least experiencing significant pain) in real life by winning a magical conflict in my dreams. ... Yes, really. Not what I was expecting when I went to bed, either.
Ate what was probably too much pizza yesterday.
Been feeling a bit uninspired and washed-out, but tried a mirroring exercise with ChatGPT, and managed to get a bit of bright color back into my imagination.
After hitting the hay, had a dream with a reasonably coherent narrative thread, of which I only remember a few shards of the initial intro; I was at a park's picnic table with some family, some mental trick (teleporting?) wasn't working so I put my head down and jacket up while I tried to think it through, wended through dream-versions of some of the streets towards one of the places I still sometimes dream is my home, because of what I'd heard on the way about an intruder and seeing the open door I stomped towards it in a rage that apparently produced an aura
DPR on Mastodon
Never really did much on Twitter, but now that the exodus from there has started, I've fired up an old Mastodon account and am giving decentralized, federated social media a try. Found a few furries I already know there; if you want to join in the fun, you can find me at:
https://mastodon.xyz/@DataPacRat
Paxlovid: Get!
My first symptoms and positive test were on Saturday evening; on Sunday, my doc faxed a prescription for Paxlovid to my pharmacy, but didn't check all the necessary boxes and whoever was working at the drugstore was an intern or something without authority to do anything, Monday was Labor Day... but today, finally, I got me my 30 little pills, and have just taken my first dose of 3 of 'em. Take that, you mindless self-replicating collection of RNA! Die! Die! Dissolve into uncoordinated atoms, and never darken my metaphorical doorstep again!
... Look, I've been breaking into my emergency reserve of cheering-up video bookmarks (ranging from orchestral arrangements of Undertale music to The Three Stooges' Christmas Album), for those few hours-a-day I'm awake right now, and I'm going to unashamedly wallow in any ridiculous anthropomorphization that helps keep my spirits up.
Well, crap - caught it.
Just tested positive on a home antigen kit. Fortunately, I've had three shots... I was thinking of getting a fourth soon, but I suppose that'll have to wait a while. Also fortunately, after my weight-loss in recent years, I don't have any of the co-morbidities that qualify me for Paxlovid; unfortunately, I don't qualify for Paxlovid.
I'm enough of a hermit that I know exactly who I caught it from - I tested myself after they tested positive. But one person I live with is over 70 and has, so far, tested negative; so there's going to be a bit of household shuffling while we all try to keep them clean.
I've been taking Vitamin D and zinc, I've got a fingertip pulse oximeter, I'll be drinking plenty of fluids... so, if I'm lucky, I'm just going to be miserable for a few days. Fortunately, I've got the whole internet to help distract me. Anyone care to recommend some decent hopepunk stories to help pass the time?
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