It's raining outside right now. Thunder and lightning. And I have my window open and can hear it all - see it all. I can hear the raindrops hitting the trees outside my window. I can smell the fresh scent of the world. I can see the flashes of light, streaking across the sky, and the crashing of thunder, echoing into eternity.
Today was one of /those/ days. A day that doesn't have a word to describe it. Ranging from great, to terrible, to sick, to dizzy, to sort of decent, and to peaceful. Every emotion - everywhere.
"Doesn't matter that I should not need you. Doesn't matter that I could not see you. Could you love me for all I am?" (Moody's Point)
My baby did something strange today, and I ended calling up a tech support person to try and get it working again. My BIOS settings had apparently been messed around with, and the hardrive wasn't talking to the rest of the computer anymore. Or something like that. Anyway, he walked me through fixing the settings, and Loki worked just fine after that. I'll admit it though, I was scared. My poor baby. But the point of this bit of the post was not, in fact, to talk about my baby not working, but to talk about the tech support guy. It was wierd - he sounded so... nice over the phone. I don't think that's really the word I'm looking for though. Like... someone who I would hang out with. Good people. It just made me think about the kind of stuff you cn figure out about people just by listening to them talk. This guy, for example, sounded young-ish and, obviously, was male. He was really helpful, and realized that not everybody in the world is as computer literate as him, and knew how to explain things for those of us who aren't. He also actually listened to what I was telling him was the problem, instead of just assuming that he knew - being the "expert" and all. One could tell that he truly loves computers, and is a total geek at heart. Probably one of those kids who was teased mercilessly in high school *smile* And you got the feeling, that you were actually being cared about, not just another tech problem. And anyone who I can have a conversation like this with, must be good people:
Tech Guy: What you want to ask yourself is 1) Who would have changed the settings? and 2) How can I keep them from doing this again?
Jeanne: Well, I have an idea of who it might have been, and I think I'm going to have a little 'chat' with him about it.
Tech Guy: No, don't chat with him - hit him. I'd recommend an aluminum baseball bat, you know the wood ones just splinter.
Jeanne: *laughs*
Tech Guy: Just put the 'fear of God' into him about ever touching your computer again.
Jeanne: That's right - nobody messes with my baby.
I mean, really. It was quite a long, neat phone call altogether. And I hope that next time I have computer 'issues' I'll be able to call him up again, and have another amusing conversation with him.
Gah, I have this horrible urge to turn this into a really really depressing post now. But I will attempt to fight that urge. Quick think happy thoughts... Umm... I got mentioned in two people's blogs today (Anna and Kheru) and I got the nicest compliment for someone:
"Well, if it means anything to you... you were damn sexy last night... and I know sexy."
It struck me as funny that that meant more to me than... well other things. I just realized I didn't actually feel like finishing that sentance and risking hurting someone. But hey, like I've said before, "Pain is my gift." I'd much prefer death honestly - Buffy so got the better end of this deal. Yeah, the not depressing thing is not working out well for me. *sigh* Too many thoughts. Ha, and ironically can't put them into words. It figures doesn't it.
The only time I manage to express myself well, it seems, is through my poetry. The stuff I don't let /anybody/ read. Not unless they need to, or unless I want them to. Occasionnaly this happens. Tonight for instance, Kheru got to read two pieces - was easier than trying to make sentances make sense. So, I've decided to post this piece on here, mostly out of curiousity of the reaction.
I will ask that if you should feel the need to comment on anything at all serious in this blog, email me, call me or post it as a private entry in my guestbook please. This was really more of a 'needing to get stuff out' kind of post, and depressed me a lot, so I would rather not have people posting comments for the world to see. Thanks.
Jailbait
Am I?
Who
Am I?
Flirt
Am I?
Scared
Definately.
Only sure
of very few things.
None of them me.
Wish they were you.
Unfortunately,
I waver there too."
--Pixie (14.6.03)
Today was one of /those/ days. A day that doesn't have a word to describe it. Ranging from great, to terrible, to sick, to dizzy, to sort of decent, and to peaceful. Every emotion - everywhere.
"Doesn't matter that I should not need you. Doesn't matter that I could not see you. Could you love me for all I am?" (Moody's Point)
My baby did something strange today, and I ended calling up a tech support person to try and get it working again. My BIOS settings had apparently been messed around with, and the hardrive wasn't talking to the rest of the computer anymore. Or something like that. Anyway, he walked me through fixing the settings, and Loki worked just fine after that. I'll admit it though, I was scared. My poor baby. But the point of this bit of the post was not, in fact, to talk about my baby not working, but to talk about the tech support guy. It was wierd - he sounded so... nice over the phone. I don't think that's really the word I'm looking for though. Like... someone who I would hang out with. Good people. It just made me think about the kind of stuff you cn figure out about people just by listening to them talk. This guy, for example, sounded young-ish and, obviously, was male. He was really helpful, and realized that not everybody in the world is as computer literate as him, and knew how to explain things for those of us who aren't. He also actually listened to what I was telling him was the problem, instead of just assuming that he knew - being the "expert" and all. One could tell that he truly loves computers, and is a total geek at heart. Probably one of those kids who was teased mercilessly in high school *smile* And you got the feeling, that you were actually being cared about, not just another tech problem. And anyone who I can have a conversation like this with, must be good people:
Tech Guy: What you want to ask yourself is 1) Who would have changed the settings? and 2) How can I keep them from doing this again?
Jeanne: Well, I have an idea of who it might have been, and I think I'm going to have a little 'chat' with him about it.
Tech Guy: No, don't chat with him - hit him. I'd recommend an aluminum baseball bat, you know the wood ones just splinter.
Jeanne: *laughs*
Tech Guy: Just put the 'fear of God' into him about ever touching your computer again.
Jeanne: That's right - nobody messes with my baby.
I mean, really. It was quite a long, neat phone call altogether. And I hope that next time I have computer 'issues' I'll be able to call him up again, and have another amusing conversation with him.
Gah, I have this horrible urge to turn this into a really really depressing post now. But I will attempt to fight that urge. Quick think happy thoughts... Umm... I got mentioned in two people's blogs today (Anna and Kheru) and I got the nicest compliment for someone:
"Well, if it means anything to you... you were damn sexy last night... and I know sexy."
It struck me as funny that that meant more to me than... well other things. I just realized I didn't actually feel like finishing that sentance and risking hurting someone. But hey, like I've said before, "Pain is my gift." I'd much prefer death honestly - Buffy so got the better end of this deal. Yeah, the not depressing thing is not working out well for me. *sigh* Too many thoughts. Ha, and ironically can't put them into words. It figures doesn't it.
The only time I manage to express myself well, it seems, is through my poetry. The stuff I don't let /anybody/ read. Not unless they need to, or unless I want them to. Occasionnaly this happens. Tonight for instance, Kheru got to read two pieces - was easier than trying to make sentances make sense. So, I've decided to post this piece on here, mostly out of curiousity of the reaction.
I will ask that if you should feel the need to comment on anything at all serious in this blog, email me, call me or post it as a private entry in my guestbook please. This was really more of a 'needing to get stuff out' kind of post, and depressed me a lot, so I would rather not have people posting comments for the world to see. Thanks.
Jailbait
Am I?
Who
Am I?
Flirt
Am I?
Scared
Definately.
Only sure
of very few things.
None of them me.
Wish they were you.
Unfortunately,
I waver there too."
--Pixie (14.6.03)
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