The Demented Pensieve
22/12/2017 11:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaThis was supposed to be a post about a very interesting and productive day full of rituals both magical and mundane, visits to assorted serpent sacred sites and nostalgia about the end of yet another year.
But that was BEFORE it took 30 minutes just to GET to the Dreamwidth posting page on two different browsers because these days it is not just Firefox that is F$%^&
Even resorting to using a text editor to avoid the online dramas provides no relief from the spinning beachballs of Doom
It has gotten so awful that I have taken to staying away from the ancient Big Mac POS and only darkened the door at the last minute due to the day that is in it
Strange thing is that some days it acts almost perfectly normal and lulls the serpent into a false sense of security only to crash and burn the next day and leaving the Izzie as a blubbering miserable wreck.
There is something about tech badly behaving that is infinitely more exhausting than doing real stuff like digging giant holes or schlepping wheelbarrows of mulch and muck around the garden.
So while the Izzie is still lurking and reading comments - mostly on the tiny Tweet stone, replies will be far and few between for the foreseeable future
After being used to churning out words at between 400 to 500 per 10 minutes on a proper keyboard (did lots of timed sprints during Nanowrimo) having to resort to hunting and pecking one letter at a time on some pissy little Tweet Stone is not an appealing prospect at all. I tried yesterday to post a link in a comment but using a touch screen keyboard to write html is the sort of thing best left to incorrigible masochists with nothing to do and all day to do it. Especially combined with the unpredictability of phones concerning the dark art of copying and pasting. So often you think you have saved something to the clip board only to find some other stuff has taken its place and no number of attempts at recopying will get it to appear at its desired destination.
But with the rapid rate of decline of the fat clogged greasy Big Mac, such primitive methods of text input while snailish in nature are less injurious to the ancient green serpent brain cells.
Also peeved that I had set the goal of writing 500 words per day in December and had turned up and made the quota every single day until this week.
Stayed away not once but twice because the thought of wrestling with the hordes of spinning beachballs was just too frustrating to endure.
So the ritual of writing to vent, let off steam and just dumping the trash out of the serpent skull onto the page has now become the major source of most of the carping and griping
The good old fashioned pen and paper just isn’t the same because until now it was not fast enough and rapidly deteriorates into noodle salad.
No point in filling the Pensieve with memories that are irretrievable.
So now it is time to slink off into the serpent sack. Been a long and interesting day in the real world. Pity that I let all the good memories get tainted by finishing the day in the big black soul sucking hole that is Cyberia
But that was BEFORE it took 30 minutes just to GET to the Dreamwidth posting page on two different browsers because these days it is not just Firefox that is F$%^&
Even resorting to using a text editor to avoid the online dramas provides no relief from the spinning beachballs of Doom
It has gotten so awful that I have taken to staying away from the ancient Big Mac POS and only darkened the door at the last minute due to the day that is in it
Strange thing is that some days it acts almost perfectly normal and lulls the serpent into a false sense of security only to crash and burn the next day and leaving the Izzie as a blubbering miserable wreck.
There is something about tech badly behaving that is infinitely more exhausting than doing real stuff like digging giant holes or schlepping wheelbarrows of mulch and muck around the garden.
So while the Izzie is still lurking and reading comments - mostly on the tiny Tweet stone, replies will be far and few between for the foreseeable future
After being used to churning out words at between 400 to 500 per 10 minutes on a proper keyboard (did lots of timed sprints during Nanowrimo) having to resort to hunting and pecking one letter at a time on some pissy little Tweet Stone is not an appealing prospect at all. I tried yesterday to post a link in a comment but using a touch screen keyboard to write html is the sort of thing best left to incorrigible masochists with nothing to do and all day to do it. Especially combined with the unpredictability of phones concerning the dark art of copying and pasting. So often you think you have saved something to the clip board only to find some other stuff has taken its place and no number of attempts at recopying will get it to appear at its desired destination.
But with the rapid rate of decline of the fat clogged greasy Big Mac, such primitive methods of text input while snailish in nature are less injurious to the ancient green serpent brain cells.
Also peeved that I had set the goal of writing 500 words per day in December and had turned up and made the quota every single day until this week.
Stayed away not once but twice because the thought of wrestling with the hordes of spinning beachballs was just too frustrating to endure.
So the ritual of writing to vent, let off steam and just dumping the trash out of the serpent skull onto the page has now become the major source of most of the carping and griping
The good old fashioned pen and paper just isn’t the same because until now it was not fast enough and rapidly deteriorates into noodle salad.
No point in filling the Pensieve with memories that are irretrievable.
So now it is time to slink off into the serpent sack. Been a long and interesting day in the real world. Pity that I let all the good memories get tainted by finishing the day in the big black soul sucking hole that is Cyberia
