Fearless Taco meets the busted HP printer
So yeah, I still couldn't get copy-&-paste to work with my HP software -- the solution on the web page involved doing this, in order to install off the C:\ drive.
Except the stupid thing wouldn't copy. After a long time playing around on the Internet -- like downloading Registry Booster 2.0, then removing it when it only "fixed" 15 errors -- signing up for some kind of biker page, then (thankfully) finding out this morning I didn't have to delete my account, when the email it generated made clear it's a "dating" site -- I resumed work on the Hog. Except he's no longer a Hog -- lawsuit potential. Still writes stories, though. Although perhaps not with the name "Harlan". This incompetent half-assed jerk-off, although deserving to be parodied, can also be a major legal headache if he imagines any kind of similarity between his own public-domain ideas & someone else's. He suffers from delusions of grandeur: he thinks he's a "famous person," when outside the genre-ghetto he's virtually unknown.
It's a teenage wasteland -- this is my conclusion 27 years after graduation & still struggling -- the Hog has never once had an original idea (he just reworks old ones).
Trish came home unexpectedly on the early side of 3:00; more like 1:30. This put the brakes on my writing -- I've torn a lot of old material out -- so I let the (literal) tape run out, then played The Crystal Ship on my keyboard while she bathed. Supper consisted of leftover tuna helper, then, while Trish did her daily chores, I called Fearless Taco, long-distance.
The conclusion? The disk itself has been damaged. Taco pointed me in the direction of Downloads on the HP home page, but I decided not to download the new software, as the "full-feature" version possibly includes what I'm after -- OCR -- but is too long to download on dial-up. I therefore asked Taco to do it for me, & mail me the disk.
While I messed around with the computer, Trish found a re-make/re-model of Cleopatra on iOn Television, but we ate our pineapple (too much! the magic fruit!) & I took my Ambien 1/2 an hour before bedtime.
Though with the Seroquel taper, I'm starting to think/write more schizophrenically; need something to replace either the Risperdal or the Abilify. Might perhaps be good to be on one of the new ones & one of the old ones. Say no! to haldol.
At least I'm not into treating my "pill habit" with a "meetin' & a Blue Book"; goddamn the Scooby Clan!
Today, once I've finished sciencenews.org, I'll resume work on Noc-Lar. Need to remove the horses.
Shattered mind..? Yeah, I wish I could at least put my paragraphs into decent order. This will have to do... for now...
Except the stupid thing wouldn't copy. After a long time playing around on the Internet -- like downloading Registry Booster 2.0, then removing it when it only "fixed" 15 errors -- signing up for some kind of biker page, then (thankfully) finding out this morning I didn't have to delete my account, when the email it generated made clear it's a "dating" site -- I resumed work on the Hog. Except he's no longer a Hog -- lawsuit potential. Still writes stories, though. Although perhaps not with the name "Harlan". This incompetent half-assed jerk-off, although deserving to be parodied, can also be a major legal headache if he imagines any kind of similarity between his own public-domain ideas & someone else's. He suffers from delusions of grandeur: he thinks he's a "famous person," when outside the genre-ghetto he's virtually unknown.
It's a teenage wasteland -- this is my conclusion 27 years after graduation & still struggling -- the Hog has never once had an original idea (he just reworks old ones).
Trish came home unexpectedly on the early side of 3:00; more like 1:30. This put the brakes on my writing -- I've torn a lot of old material out -- so I let the (literal) tape run out, then played The Crystal Ship on my keyboard while she bathed. Supper consisted of leftover tuna helper, then, while Trish did her daily chores, I called Fearless Taco, long-distance.
The conclusion? The disk itself has been damaged. Taco pointed me in the direction of Downloads on the HP home page, but I decided not to download the new software, as the "full-feature" version possibly includes what I'm after -- OCR -- but is too long to download on dial-up. I therefore asked Taco to do it for me, & mail me the disk.
While I messed around with the computer, Trish found a re-make/re-model of Cleopatra on iOn Television, but we ate our pineapple (too much! the magic fruit!) & I took my Ambien 1/2 an hour before bedtime.
Though with the Seroquel taper, I'm starting to think/write more schizophrenically; need something to replace either the Risperdal or the Abilify. Might perhaps be good to be on one of the new ones & one of the old ones. Say no! to haldol.
At least I'm not into treating my "pill habit" with a "meetin' & a Blue Book"; goddamn the Scooby Clan!
Today, once I've finished sciencenews.org, I'll resume work on Noc-Lar. Need to remove the horses.
Shattered mind..? Yeah, I wish I could at least put my paragraphs into decent order. This will have to do... for now...
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