Ye gods, I had forgotten how miserable dial-up is. Oh well, it is better than no internets at all, in which case there would probably have been much with the fetal ball curling and whimpering... except I'm kinda too tired and hot to do even that much. Instead, here I sit, enjoying the dappled light of the setting sun (though I could do without the temperature, which is being somewhat mitigated by threeish fans going full blast) and trying not to melt into a small puddle.
Anyway, yes, dialup internets is kinda sad. Not nearly as sad as anzovin
's DSL modem which sat blinking forlornly in search of signal since Thursday when the phones finally changed over. I finally put it out of its misery. Ah well. At least this is free, and free is good... definitely going to have to find some other option in the event that morlock
succeeds in his quest to get me to play WoW, in which case I need double the RAM I have now anyway. but for indulging livejournal addictions, wikipedia, IM and email, this is fine.
The trip back was relatively uneventful, other than sundart
and I getting into a tiff. Well not exactly it was more me getting upset with her because anzovin
was clearly getting tired on the road and she's the only other person with a viable document that lets her operate a motor vehicle in our party (I haven't gotten my permit renewed yet) and she did fine driving at the end of the trip there, and yet she seemed more comfy with the idea of me taking over the wheel with my expired bit of paper and just about zero highway experience (freeways still scare me shitless, though due to this incident I find myself willing to brave them) rather than her driving because she's terrified of driving through tollbooths. This of course just boggled my mind. In the end anzovin
stuck with it all the way home, but I was royally pissed with her the entire time, and somewhat resolved to be at least repermitted by the time we go to SIGGRAPH so I can do some of the driving there. But yeah, I guess I needed something to annoy myself into getting back into the driving project. I mean for fuck's sake, tollbooths aren't that scary... there's a reason you don't whip through them at 60mph, true... of course, even with my limited road experience I survived driving across the coolidge bridge during construction and across that horrid one lane temporary bridge they had on rt 5, so narrow spaces don't intimidate me. Cars whizzing along on an interstate, yes, but damn it, I was willing
to do it today, even though the idea kinda made me sick to my stomach. I mean... I'm going to have to do it sometime, you know?
*sigh* I'm going to stop before this turns into another example of everyone else's hangups piss me off but mine must be pandered to pissfest. Anyway yes. The quest for license is back on.
And now HOLY CRAP I've been craving stuff that exists currently in my fridge. Lemonade. Cherry coke. O'soy. Time for a binge...