Been having quite a difficult time in many respects lately (as if I haven’t whined about these things enough), but I’ve declared a couple of days ago that what would push me to the edge is if my gadgetifications start going insane. There’s just something specifically infuriating about gadgetifications going insane, and I always recall that ad of a cable TV show about computer problems where an office cubicle employee gets so infuriated at his desktop he rips it off his table and throws the damn thing in the trash can while screaming like crazy.
So OF COURSE I’ve incurred a gadgetification mishap. As soon as I’ve declared that getting pushed to the edge drama. In the hurly burly of the upcoming onco section accreditation there have been a lot of file swaps through emails, USB’s and stuff (ie, I didn’t get the powerful virus from downloading porn. We’re no longer in high school shame on you). Now I’ve always been pretty mayabang about my first generation Lenovo, as it has never broken down in 3 years and a half. So of course it has to happen in the midst of–just because I want to say it–a hurly burly.
I’ve fixed it soon enough, of course, after a quickie run of internal screaming, whining, cursing, moaning, groaning, and we can go on and on for more similar verbs. And in true empath fashion what should suddenly play in my intelligent iPot as I was finally getting successful in reformatting was… EHeads’ Alapaap. AHAHAHAHAAHAHAH. The good thing is that now it is totally purged of trash, and I feel like a new man. For synchronicity I got a haircut, also because no amount of powerful hair gel/wax can flatten the damn thing down and it’s starting to look really big like a separate creature on my head. I’ve once tried my brother’s hair wax which was still not able to flatten it, but was able to mold my hair into different shapes and sizes. Even after washing it off for days and days on end you could still mold the bleeping thing into a fucking anvil.