Mindstorm

A fearsome & fantastic journey to the heart of the Savage Id.

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Location: Invisible City, North Dakota, United States

Read my book, The Mind-Warp Era. It'll tell you about the real Lead--& his alter-ego, the true Rootboy covered with slime (the Savage Id). Partly a poignant memoir, partly a cosmicomic book, it relays the Id's adventures thru dark dimensions of funereal dread, with Timothy Leary as co-pilot. (The rumors of his death have been greatly exaggerated.)

Friday, August 10, 2007

desperately seeking software...

...or whatever it takes to start my printer again. After a screaming match with the Evil Bitch-Monster of HP (some German lady who insisted, "You must buy a $139 upgrade!"), I looked on the HP website, where I found a fix that appeared easy enough -- save for I cannot copy the CD to the hpdisk folder. I think that this may be due to not having thoroughly cleansed the temporary files folder. There are several files there marked with a "~" that the machine insists cannot be deleted. I did notice something went on when I double-clicked them, so...

...I'm going to try for the cyber-solution if I can, 'cause it feels like...

OK, we don't need anymore song lyrics here. Just to know that I have Hope. Oh, the midnight, the evening she spent all nite on the TV, watching it unsleeping -- & denied me savage vorkling. It doesn't matter. I still tried for the Kingdom, & now she's in the Bismarck of the Invisible Landscape.

Doesn't matter. I'm now with the one that I love. I don't need to be caught in a game of seduction & being seduced. I love my Bumble Bee Girl, even in spite of her personality disorder. In sickness & in health...

I had a good day writing yesterday. Maybe it's 'cause of the Ambien. I finally talked to Jackie on the phone, who got Doc Larocque to fax a script for me.

Then when I got to Eastern Drug, the Seroquel that was to be cut in half for the taper turned out to be Artane; I'd mixed the bottles up. Had to run back to my domicile for the other pill bottle, finally got it straightened out.

Yesterday was for my "Bio-Aesthetics" paper -- soon, I will need a printer, but I'm not going thru HP to purchase either an "upgrade" or even the software: if I do the latter, I'll see if I can't buy the replacement install disk here in town.

Today is my day to work on the Hog, though his name has been changed. With my current system of multi-tasking, I'm due for a stab at the cosmicomic, the Hog being the chief exemplar. I'd really like to work on the earlier draft of Insanity Can Be Fun! which I found in an old file case -- that's why I needed the OCR.

Even a trip to the shop would be preferable to confronting the Bitch-Monster.

Trish is worried about winter -- Voc Rehab has yet to determine if they can continue to fund her rides to Pizza Hut.

Other than that, I want hot pancakes.

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