damselfish | (no subject)

I finished my paper on threats against women online and the Virginia v. Black standard, and double-checked my citations. Since it's about threats I pulled on my long Internet memory to quote quite a lot of threatening language, and just when I clicked a link on Feministe-- BAM my computer goes haywire. It wants to run reinstall.exe and won't let me do squat. So I reboot and am asked, in the boring standard dialogue box I see a few times a week when Firefox crashes, if I want to scan my computer. Yeah whatever, stop messing with me, Windows.

Then I notice that all the errors are... wrong. "Hard drive speed reduced." "Ram slowed." Uuuuuh, what? Then I see the "buy now" button.

Awwwww fuck.

Long story short, my computer is out of commission until someone more computer savvy gets a look at it. None of the tips for fixing the System Scan malware work (i.e., I can't open safe mode). Fortunately I rescued all the important stuff off the computer: my ME save files and some pictures. If I have to nuke it, I can and will.

I bought a Windows boot disc from the school since it was $10, and they told me it was one-time use. I don't know how a disc can be one time use. It was not a great way to end my day but at least I could finish my paper on my Mac. The mess with getting a boot disc for Windows makes me want to swear by Macs forever, because I paid for the OS already, don't you dare charge me to buy it again in tangible form. This is the BS that breeds piracy.

Since I was barred from my game and my buddies were out for the afternoon, I went shopping for a chair. It didn't fit in my car, so the guy I've been talking to suggests: "maybe... you could get your husband to help?" I ignore that because how rude can you get and say, "I'll get it later." "Do you have a bigger car at home? Maybe your husband's?" "I don't have one." A bigger car or a husband. "Really?" "Really." and then a bit later "a pretty girl like you with a degree living alone? Where have all the men gone?" "I dunno, I don't swing that way."

I know he was scoping me out. I don't know why I am so irresistible to guys in retail. It is the only time I ever get hit on, and it is always annoying or creepy (fortunately this was merely annoying). In theory I do not mind getting hit on, it tells me I look good! But it never happens when I'm looking good, it happens when I'm tired, wearing my busted down jeans and t-shirts, with scant make-up and greasy hair. Not to mention it happens when I just want to buy my stuff and go home.

Then I tried to read a book but trade paperbacks cause massive wrist strain until I get closer to the middle of the book, so I spent the evening restlessly watching Wild Amazon/Russia and looking for chairs online.

And cursing everyone and everything.