Thread: The brooding club
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I don't mind a clean sheet, but because 2 years of posting is now gone, i think some threads will be badly injured...
I can assure you i didn't know about any of this until yesterday evening, and i was as surprised as you were. I don't know how my account disappeared, but i hope it can be resurrected or repaired somehow... (which is why i changed my nick)
Now i know how Sauron felt after his Ring was destroyed. Delightful.
Virumor is dead, long live Miruvor... (of course, if it turns out that my old Virumor account truly is gone forever, i'll switch back to Virumor)
This seems too coincidental to be the random glitches of a database, and more like someone lurking in the background causing mischief. My condolences to both Vir and Loni, because I would be gutted if my own account disappeared. And to whoever did this... I hope you are happy (I'm afraid we don't have an appropriate smilie for what I think of you).
I was just wondering what happens when a community supporter's account disappears. What happens? lol
Seriously, I hope this whateveritisthing gets sorted out quite soon. Living in uncertainty is not very nice. And living without it is probably even worse...
I should have two more power packs, but my daughter did a too thorough spring cleaning of my apartment this year and either threw them out or boxed them and hid the box in a place I can't get my wheelchair to. Bummer, now I must wait until she comes back here maybe next week.
And today I found my Archive Silver Edition of the AD&D Games CD was broken in two when I tried to play the original Pool of Radiance. Bummer!!! I like those old games because you can have as much thinking time as you need.
At least I can still make my music for I have just now installed the VICE 1.16's x128 and x64 emulators on my PC, and found I had previously ported my music input progam over to the PC on a virtual disk sometime in the past.
Must admit, I looked at each game with loving memory as I reassigned them to the trash. Remember when you could get games for less than a quid?
The boiler was fairly new when I moved in the house three years ago but it seems whoever installed it did not flush the system properly and have left bits of copper in the system that have caused electrolysis to occur. The cut and dry of it is that it's going to cost the best part of ’2000 to replace the boiler.
Not a happy bunny tonight.
Just got some bad news on my car too. I had a bit of a petrol leak which I hoped was just a pipe coming from the tank, but I found out an hour ago that it's actually the tank corroded. Seems like my savings are just going down the plughole this week.
By the way, I've just back from a few days at sea and should be in the shower now... I'm sat here at the moment though trying to pluck up the courage to stand in cold shower while I've got ice on the inside of my windows. I wish I'd had one on the boat now.
Yesterday my modem was cycling and every time I hit the forum's submit button, the darned thing would start hunting and a few times I lost my text, so I finally threw in the towel and started playing Dungeon Siege: Legend of Aranna. This time my third, I upped the difficulty level to 'hard' because previously I had ended up with a my pack animal carrying umpteen million unused potions, even when I was selling some at every store along the way.
Anyway, now I have even more posts to wade through today and the current version of the forum, doesn't have dates in the main menu to give us a clue as to whether or not we have already read the last post in each thread. This means we all have to open each major section looking for new stuff. Also as I post at the transition from one GMT day to the next, I can't use the 'today's posts', because after midnight GMT I always miss some of yesterday's. Such is life.
Grep.... if you're listening
So had I, I figured, and gone to heaven! Only one hour after I reported the problem by phone, the cable guy showed up at my door with a brand new improved replacement modem.
So by noon I was able to go online to order groceries for my Thanksgiving Day dinner on Thursday. Except, Safeway's server was clogged up with like minded shoppers, so I had to call a friend and impose on her to do my shopping. Never do today, what you can put off until tomorrow!
I would have done it last week, but my daughter who is coming here to do the cooking of it, didn't send me her grocery list until today and usually I can get groceries within two days of ordering online. Oh well, I have them now, and all is finally alright with the world, almost.
I can't even touch raw meat, he, he. In order to make hamburgers or meatloaf I have to put on rubber gloves. Is that strange? I just can't stand the feeling or getting it on my hands or under my nails. Yuck! I really am not obsessive compulsive, well, not to a great extent at least.
Maybe you're repressing the fact you're a vegetarian.
Really, there's nothing to be ashamed of. Don't listen to the local carnivores chanting "You can't get friends with salad".
Maybe you're repressing the fact you're a vegetarian.
LOL...very true, Mir, very true.
How can you resist a plate of steak with a floating aroma that fills your nostrils and urge you to eat it?
Perhaps by imagining that that piece of meat used to be a living being.
Once, at the Stonehenge festival, I saw a group of bikers escort a young lamb from a neighbouring field and cook it over an open fire only a matter of feet from the vegetarian burger stall. As the veggies had been noisily critisizing everyone who had walked past with a real burger, it did make me smile.
Once, at the Stonehenge festival, I saw a group of bikers escort a young lamb from a neighbouring field and cook it over an open fire only a matter of feet from the vegetarian burger stall.
First time i read this, i took 'lamb' for 'lass'. Quite fitting, anyhow.
(Note: My day starts at noon, when I wake up and ends at somewhere around 5-6 am, when I sleep.)
Firstly, I wake up at noon on 5th December with the thoughts about the new X server in my head. (X server is what is responsible for the graphical display on a Linux system.) It was a painful process, because what used to be one single package now exists as a kazillion smaller packages. It's like having to install Notepad, Wordpad, Calculator, Internet Explorer separately everytime you install Windows. Anyway. Somehow, I manged to sort it all out. Compile, install, uninstall, recompile, install... test... duh! Repeat all the steps all over again!
Once that got sorted, I needed to sort out the dynamic linking that had got messed up due to me replacing a single software with 100 different ones! For the non-geeks, this is something I did to fix the Linux equivalent of "dll missing" errors you get on Windows. You know, just one message telling you that some program can't start because some file is missing and slams the door on your face... Quite annoying you know. Breaks the whole system!
Anyway. All that sorted, I finally felt elated and started the graphical display. Bam! It couldn't find the drivers for my nvidia graphics card. That wouldn't be a problem had I not installed the drivers in the first place. But, I DID have the drivers installed. So I took a trip to the nvidia website and looked for the solution. I searched various mailing list archives. No go. *sigh*. I did the worst thing one could do on a Linux system... I rebooted. Guess what, drivers got loaded just fine. Graphical display back up again! *phew* Suddenly, I realised why it hadn't worked before... Well done laddy, well done. You're so great at figuring out the solution after the problem has been solved by something or someone else!
Then my mom came home. I asked her to make me a cup of coffee. As a response, she silently walked into my room. Now at this point, I'm wondering if we're going to have a continuation of the fight we had had the previous day. Turns out that I was wrong. Mhmmm, I think.
"Your so and so uncle has been admitted to the hospital", she says.
"He has blood cancer, at the second stage."
Yes! She finally figured out a way to keep me quiet!
A little something about this uncle of mine. He is probably the only person, whom I've never seen do or say anything wrong in his life. He's one of the best doctors in Mumbai. Respected and well known world-wide. I know so many people who literally worship him. But if you were to meet him somewhere nowhere near the hospital, you'd think he's a just an ordinary fellow. One of us mortals. So god damn modest and down to earth.
Quite amazing is how life shows our mortality. And duh, I should watch what I say... god damn, mhmmmmm. If I've known one person who deserves to live a great life spanning atleast a couple of centuries, it would be him. Riiiight. One of those occasions when I wish I knew magic.
I hope the doctors who're looking after him right now DO possess some magic. They probably do too. I mean he's in the best hospital in Mumbai, with the best doctors looking after him and an entire floor of the hospital reserved just for him.
One can never be hopeful enough.
How unfair is life?
Fine. So that passed too. I went to a website to amuse myself with some nonsense. It did the trick.
At about 10 pm, I received a call from a friend of mine, asking me, if I knew where Sam was. I said, no. I asked him if he had called at his home. He says,"No, I just thought I'd check if he's at your place first."
Mhmmm. I smell something fishy. "What's the matter? Is everything alright?" "Yes", he says. *cut*
Back to the website then.
Finally, at about midnight, I opened the book and started studying.
At about 6:30 am on 6th December, I felt sleepy. Righto! Close the books, get to bed. Oh the bed looks soooooo comfy!
Hmmm, what's this? A message on the mobile phone at 6:30 am? I wonder. *click* *click*
"Call me when you're awake, it's urgent. From Charu", it read.
Blah. I checked the time and the date of the message. Yeah, it was 6:30 am on 6th December. Eh, what does he want at this time of the morning? When was the last time we spoke? 3 months ago? Whatever, I'm sleeping.
So I did, only to wake up in under 5 minutes. It said "urgent". I should call. So I did.
"Charu, Mrugesh here. What happened?"
At this point, I was still feeling that I had received that message by mistake. I mean, we must have talked about twice for a few seconds in the last 3 years.
"Mrugesh, do you know where Sam is?"
"Errr, no. I also got a call from Ashish asking me about him yesterday. What's going on?"
"Well, he left his place and we don't know where he is."
"What do you mean?"
"He just left. Yesterday night. He left a note in his notebook not to look for him. Didn't say where he was going. He's been gone since yesterday night at 9 pm"
"WTF? Tell me the details..."
"I don't know!! I'm out of station myself, I'm not in Mumbai."
"Duh. Ok, I'll call you back."
"Hello auntie, Mrugesh here. What happened?"
"He just left. Yesterday night. Left a note. Took a bag with him. We don't know where he went off to. He hasn't come back or called yet."
She had figured out a way to keep me quiet as well, it seemed.
"Ok, I'll call you back. Let me know if anything happens..."
So after that, I made a few phone calls to a couple of friends and decided that I should go to Sam's place.
So I ate the breakfast at 7:30 am, which I normally eat at noon, as brunch, got dressed and left the house. I reached Sam's place in under 2 minutes, walking. Some girl whom I had never seen before opened the door. For a few seconds, we looked at each other stupidly and just blinked instead of saying anything. Finally, Sam's mom came out and invited me in.
Then I got to hear the whole story.
This Sam fellow is just as big an idiot as I am. Actually, after today's incident, an even bigger idiot. He failed in his first year of Engineering. So had to sit out a year at home. He'd been giving us all an impression that he'd been studying and giving the exams and stuff. He even took a DD for paying his college fees from his mother. His dad had expired some 5 years ago, mind you.
Anyway, he never used that DD. All that money had never left the house. He never went to college. He gave no exams. No one know what he had been doing the whole year.
Now see the beauty of the human mind. He's a bigger idiot than me, but is wiser than me too! Why? Because he didn't waste his parents' money, that's why. He took the money and kept it in the house. I, on the other hand, paid the college fees and nver attended the college. That was a couple of years ago. I still haven't completed college mind you. Now that's what you call brooding!
So, how do we find Sam? For one thing, we knew that he left the house with a couple of bags. One of them had all his football clothes and the other had a box in it. I guessed that it contained the shoes. So, is this guy out playing football or what? I think yes.
Over the year, he always used to talk about how he never wanted to do Engineering and make a career as a footballer instead. He used to fantasize about going to Goa, working in some hotel as a waiter or something, earning money and playing football for a football club in Goa.
Exactly! I was pretty damn sure that he had run off to Goa. It all suddenly started to fit together. A couple of days before this, my friend had found out that Sam had saved up enough money to get himself to Goa and back. Two weeks ago, he had come to my place asking me how to book tickets for Goa over the internet. He had enquired about a particular train. The train leaves at around 11 pm and he left home at around 9:30 pm. Work of a genius! And the best part is, that the idiot can't even play properly! I wouldn't mind him running off like that if he was brilliant... but, he can't even control the ball properly! Genius!! Absolutely!!!
His brother was at the airport in the morning, about to leave on a flight to New Delhi. He cancelled it and came back home an hour after I had arrived there.
So what do we do now? Me, his brother and another friend of ours ran off to the Railway Police. You see, the train takes atleast 12 hours to reach Goa. We still had atleast a couple of hours, since it was only about 9 am.
Now comes the part where I experienced first hand why all those people wish to kill the Policeman. We explained the 3 Policeman the situation and told them that it would be best if they contacted their Goa office and asked the Policemen there to look out for him in the train. The fellows just kept looking at each other with the expression of utmost dumbness on their faces.
"You'll need to launch a complaint at the local Police station. Railway Police don't deal with such issues."
Oh, next I see you, I'll kill you!
So we ran to the local Police station. I told this inspector that a friend of mine had ran away from home and that if they hurried, they might be able to catch him when the train reaches Goa.
"Why? Let him go if he wants to. What problem do you have with this?"
Right. Remind me to stab you in the eye with that stupid pen you're holding, next time.
"I'm his brother. He ran away from home yesterday."
After this, it took us three, 15 minutes to explain the situation to that inspector. Finally, he agreed to note down a missing person complaint.
So it went on and on for half an hour. After that, they needed his brother to tell them some more details and stuff. In the meanwhile, I had a few sparks with the Inspector, which I won't sprinkle here, because this post has got waaaaaaaaaay too big already.
Anyway, so after a while we left the police station and walked home. Informed a couple of friends what had happened, on the way too.
Back home, I saw no point in sleeping as it was around 11 pm. So I turned on the computer. Great! Drivers got loaded fine! Good, atleast something went right.
I connect to the internet. Sign on on the messenger and guess what, someone was online. Someone special, whom I had not talked to, for a while. Someone, with whom I had shared quite a quirky relationship, which nevertheless, meant a lot to me. Time to settle the score. I apologised to her. She didn't understand what I did that for. I knew what I was doing though. Some things I should have said a while back. So I tried to say them now. At the end of it, she didn't know if I'm her friend anymore. She didn't know if she'd want me to be her friend anymore. She didn't even know if we should talk anymore.
Tell you what, I'd have been very very happy had she said,"Bug off sucker!" to me instead of the "Don't know"s. Mhmmm. Outright denial can be easier to take.
Oh well. Once she got busy and the conversation was left unfinished, I decided to waste some kilobytes of space on the PT server with this post. You know... to let of the steam, if you like. I guess I have done that now. So at 12:30 pm on 6th December, I'll stop torturing you and wish you a good day!
Goodbye! I'm off to watch Blade Runner Director's Cut. I think it'll do my brain some good right now.
Anyway, it was no fault of hers. She DOES have some sense and I can totally understand her responses. The afternoon went rather well actually. We talked on the phone and got the matter settled.
Do things always happen for a reason? Makes me wonder. *sigh*
Mine today is cars... my cars.
My old faithful 17 year old Sierra died on me last May and we couldn't find parts to get it running again. Some people love getting a new car, but I hate it... you never know what problems you are buying. Well, to try and limit the damage, I bought a reletively new car by my standards - only 6 years old. Well in the past 8 months that I have had it, it's spent almost as long off the road as on it. It's had a cracked head, two new front shock absorbers, then a core plug went, causing the engine to overheat resulting in another head gasket. Then I had turbo problems, and last week needed a new clutch fitted... now I can hear a wheel bearing starting to run dry.
If it's not bad enough my car being a money sink, in the past year my wife's car has cost me four new tyres and an exhaust pipe (acceptable wear and tear items), a shock absorber, and last week a new starter motor. We just got it back from getting the new starter motor fitted and now the gear box has gone. It just seems to be one thing after the other at the moment. I could understand it if both cars were wreckers like I used to drive, but arggghhhhh!!!!! I'm pulling what hair I have left out at the moment.
I haven't been driving long enough to experience such problems, or to have purchased my first car...*sigh*.
Oh Shucky Darn! My grown-up daughter caught her boyfriend cheating on her and now instead of her moving in with him next month, I've got to come up with her next month's rent.
Val, if it makes you feel any better, I bought a brand new Nissan last year, thinking that it would last me forever, and it already is having issues starting. My Toyota lasted me for 13 years, but I thought I needed a more solid vehicle now that I have a baby. In any case, when I took the Nissan into the shop, they said they are having trouble with all the Altimas, and people are flooding the engines trying to get them to start. The best part is they said they don't know what the problem is (yeah right!); I'm sure they'll figure out exactly what the issue is as soon as the warranty is up.
A Commodore, wow, that's impressive. What do you use it for?
My 1998 rendition of Beethoven's Second Symphony in D Major, Opus 36 written in 1801-02 and entered in six-voice stereo via Commodore 128 computer for playback in Commodore 64 mode using a SID Symphony Stereo cartridge and ported to the PC for playback via SIdplay2 for windows.
EDIT: I just received yesterday, Issue No. 248 of LOADSTAR the (almost) Monthly Disk Magazine for the Commodore 64. This issue was delayed for eleven months because the editor's, the Rev. Dave Moorman's, town, Holly Colorado USA was devastated by a tornado in March of last year. Of the fourteen houses on his block, his and one other were the only ones left standing and his still suffered major damage. Miraculously, only two lives were lost out of the town of 1000.
But this wasn't a brood, merely the taking advantage of an opening to give my readers something boring to brood about.
Let's see, what can I brood about? Well, I'm sick for the second time this year, which really sucks. I hardly ever get sick, and somehow, I got my second cold of the year already! Also, I'm supposed to have shoulder surgery in March, and I won't be able to pick up by 5 month old for three months...that also really sucks.
My power wheelchair quit this afternoon while I was sitting at the computer having just beaten the original Dungeon Siege for the second time in hard mode. All the chair would do when I turned it on and moved the stick was for the indicator light to flash yellow and just sit there, no solenoid noise, no groaning pre-movement; no nothing. So I called repair outfits in Bellevue and Seattle, but they don't do pickups here; and I finally found a local outfit that said they could repair it and would call me when they had a truck available to pick it up. Okay, the hard part was done.
Next I had to find someone to unlock the power train and wheel me to my manual chair so I could transfer to it. I don't have my next door neighbor's of my 85 year old friend's phone numbers on either of my phones, both of which I could reach, but not the directory. So I guessed at my friend's land line phone number that I used to have memorized ten years ago when I did church work with his late wife. Luckily he was in and he came over and got my neighbor and between us we got me into the manual chair.
Now I have to relearn how to transfer in the bathroom and to and from my bed all over again. Well at least I am no longer sitting high and dry, the Good Lord took pity on me in my adversity, even if this chair is about four inches lower and cooking will be harder. I have since entered their phone numbers into my new cell phone that my daughter said I must carry at all times for just such emergencies.
Later...All is better now: the UPS man just delivered my new Kindle 2 from Amazon that I bought myself for my birthday present. I'm now listening to it read me its instruction manual.
I my problem is pretty trivial compared to a lot of the things on here, but I just felt like whining a bit and maybe you got a laugh out of it.
After that your physician will probably suggest a couple of things. DONT TRY TO SELF DIAGNOSE nor help yourself, when you are at this stage it is very very serious.You need the help of caring professionals.
And if there is any abuse against you from family or boyfriend, girlfriend, teacher, whatever, be sure to tell that as well. You can only get well by a physician if that one knows what is the underlying problem.
I myself will pray for you with all my heart.
Oh well, it never hurts to be prayed for I suppose.
Turin, I'm glad you're not seriously ill but that does sound like a serious weight loss. Hurrah for your success in gaining your muscle tone back!
I don't really have anything to brood about except that I'm exhausted from running errands to prepare for my daughter's wedding. We're all very happy and excited about the event but it is a lot to prepare for.