Entry 08/07/2016 05:00:00 AM – Mentat 1147
Having failed to take a nap for a second time this afternoon, when I shambled my ass out of bed a little while ago, it had dawned on me that I couldn’t for the life of me remember the last time I wrote a diary entry that would go out to the world. The first question that came to mind was, “has it been that long?” followed closely by the stampede of, “if I can’t remember, it must be that long…” with, “nah, it couldn’t be…”, mixed with feelings that old age has begun to get the better of me, through the fleeting thought of Alzheimer scares. It was promptly concluded with checking one of the two sites that I routing visit (though rarely post to) confirming it was almost three months since the last time I had the gumption to posting anything to the world. Though you can tell by the numerical system I have traditionally used for my entries that it’s been a mere 59 entries since then. Eh, I’m not surprised really.
Some of the events that have occurred since the last time I sat down to write includes some of the following insanity:
For Emancipation Day, I have deleted my account from Deviant Art. The straw that broke the camel’s back on that was watching the management of a chat area I used to frequent either tripping over their tampon string or channeling the worst possible elements of Scorned Woman Syndrome. I watched with horror as my perspective of the place transformed to a niche area for sanity and artistic good nature to exactly as it’s been laid out on the Encyclopedia Dramatica entry. While it was a good 8 years there which I had been introduced to the site thanks to Damion — after that incident of ban-hammering people for the slightest transgressions — I felt it was long since time I moved on. While I’m in a lull when it comes to fractal art at the moment, my art can typically be found on WordPress and Flickr where I continue to maintain my presence even if it’s a shadow of my former self.
Thanks largely to the media circus of the Presidential Elections here in my country, I’ve been avoiding sharing my opinion on any of the normal sites that I still frequent as well: namely Twitter, Facebook and Google+. There have been times I’ve considered completely deleting my account from Facebook given my family and at least 1 friend has gone of their rockers and posting/re-sharing based on ad hominem feelings against the candidates. And there have been more than a handful of times none of them have done any fact checking their re-shares, which is enough to get my knickers in a twist as I’m sitting there and having to perform the fact-checking necessary for peace of mind. What’s funny is that I tend to either respond to completely superfluous wall-entries, or food if only to prove I’m still alive.
I think this dour attitude of mine started on Twitter when a former work-mate had been blasting tweets in a deluge fashion neither fact checking either, or worse, simply whinging for the sake of it, about government, about freedoms curtailed and even about first world problems. There had been numerous times during his tweet spamming that I thought about commenting sharply in his direction, “…if you want change in government, become an activist… don’t blast your woes in 140 characters hoping others will make those changes for you…” Instead, I tried out the feature of Muting and have been happier with the clear lack of noise and friction from that part of the world.
Consequently I’ve been doing the same on Facebook with moderate success. Still, the impulse to delete my account there exists even if it’s a bit quieter.
I have (once again) lost complete interest in television. While I don’t tend to watch too much I think I’ve completed watching to the last series finale two shows since the beginning of the year: Shadowhunters and The Flash. Daredevil I gave up after episode 3 into the second season because while Jon Bernthal was believable in his role of Frank Castle (Punisher), there was something off-putting about the intensity. I believe it had something to do with just how bloody angst-riddled the character was. I never got back into Jessica Jones because every episode I watched of that, I felt like I needed a bath… in Clorox… to get over the feeling of just how dirty I felt watching it. Anything else, I stopped my re-watches to try to get back into the shows after a long hiatus from them… All because of the amount of tropes I was catching in them snapping the back of my ability to suspend my disbelief with a sickening crack.
The biggest disappointment out of my television woes goes to Legends of Tomorrow having bailed on that show after the second episode. While I was sort of looking forward to seeing Arthur Darvill again since his departure from Doctor Who, the reality distortions of him playing Rip Hunter — (ex-)Member of the Time Masters — were just too much for me to separate the juxtaposition from Time Lords and Doctor Who. Well that and watching (Wentworth) Miller and (Dominic) Purcell being together since Prison Break also utterly distorted my ability to suspend disbelief as well.
Movies have suffered worse since March. While I found myself morbidly enjoying Henry Rollins’ performance in He Never Died, remember liking the humor of Deadpool, and waiting patiently for Brenton Thwaites to being shirtless in Gods of Egypt (it didn’t happen); my interest in Allegiant disappeared within the first five minutes when the movie had to establish that the outside world announced those living in Chicago to come out of the walls (which never happened in the book). Batman v Superman: The Dawn of Justice within 10 minutes where they had to retcon Affleck in the Metropolis destruction scenes from Man of Steel. I shut that movie off when there Affleck is, squatting down giving the girl a hug and looking all angry at the fight between Zod and Superman that recalled this skit from Jack Whitehall. Yep, I bailed faster than you can say, ‘off like a kelly-green, polyester prom dress…’ And as far as I can tell — there’s nothing on the horizon at the moment that I would want to see — and that’s not going to be changing in the months to come.
The deskside has been converted to Windows 10… finally. Two days before the deadline to boot. I wanted to do a clean install on the system drive without taking up more space with the messy conversion from Windows 7. I also wanted to confirm that with the Product Key I have for Windows 7 Ultimate would convert to Windows 10 Pro. It did. Well that and I wanted to ensure all the bugs I had experienced with Windows 10 on my laptop would have been completely smoothed out by the time I got it on the deskside. With it, I still have more than one language pack loaded in (English and Japanese based on my experience with both), Bitlocker, and the Policy Editor for passwords and password control (among other features too numerous to mention based on Active Directory skills I’m familiar with). Since installing Windows 10, I’ve also set the password locally (in spite of the mistake of installing an app from the Microsoft Store that had changed my login to my Hotmail account). So we’ll see if the password change reminder is working correctly with Windows 10 as it stopped working in Windows 7 a long time ago. Now all I have to do is get all the specialized words in the custom dictionary loaded back up… Something that never made the backup from the old system to the new. Eh, a small loss on the whole if I do say so myself.
My UPS of 8 years is beginning the slow process of dying the slow death and the battery is no longer working according to spec. While I’m sure that I could get a replacement battery for the thing (and install it on my own), the fact is that at least 2 of the plugs in the back (on the surge suppressor side) have suffered damage of some sort or another and are no longer operating properly so, it’s better to be safe than sorry. While the replacement UPS (same make and model) should be in sometime this week, I need to play extra-carefully running the PC and Air Conditioners in this house ensuring I neither brown-out or blow a fuse. When the house has a brown-out and tries to draw power from the battery as a boost, it will shut down the UPS (and the computer) abruptly; pretty much the same as a blackout. The alarms will sound, I will check to ensure it’s not a blown fuse and then I have to take 20 minutes to reset the UPS and then bring the PC back up. Not fun.
Summer has been annoying here in the Tundras of New England. There have been a few moments where the weather’s been beautiful for the summer months, there have been more times where the raging humidity has made it impossible for me to either sleep or exercise. While it hasn’t been as bad as I remember living in the South more than a decade ago, as I’ve become acclimated to the weather of the north — there have been more than a few moments where I felt like I should be melting onto the sidewalk because the heat and humidity. Since taking the medications for Hypertension, I swear I’ve become far more irritable with the high humidity than I used to be last year as I seem to want more comfortable temperatures around the house. Hence the want for running the A/C whenever possible. In fact, since I’ve become more used to taking these medicines and being more aware of the body changes, I could swear I can tell the difference between a Northern Thunderstorm and a Southern. Northern storms are wet, cooler and don’t have half of the amount of heat and ambient humidity as they are in the south.
Because of this and the fact that I’m warned against prolonged exposure to strong direct sunlight, walking has become a more difficult now than during the Autumn through Spring Months. Because of it, I’ve done my best to keeping busy when I can, and definitely adjusting my intake when I can’t. I’ve slacked more than I should and while I’m not getting 10,000+ steps a day, I try my best to keeping as active as possible with the 250 steps/hour challenge currently being offered. This has been making Moe pretty damned happy as he seems to like being picked up and held over my shoulder as I walk around the house. About the only thing he doesn’t seem to like is being in the rooms with A/C on. Something about it being cooler than usual along with the noise that they make seems to be off-putting to him, so off to the un-air conditioned bedroom he goes during the day. Doesn’t seem to mind the heat other than the occasional loneliness of me not being around so he’ll make his way out of there to check up on me.
And with that, I’ve covered everything — pretty much — for the last couple of months. Off to meet the day as I always do.. On the bridge of the USS Retrospect fighting enemies of the Federation or being a Tenno checking out the Origin System of the Orokin. I haven’t decided which as both entertain me more than television ever could.
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