Kill This Machine
25 August 2000
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Kill This Machine
25 August 2000
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10:42 PM: Fuck, it's happened again. There's some kind of rogue wannabe screensaver software, or powersaver, or I don't know but something in this thrice-bedammned Windows 2000 is making the mouse pointer freeze. There is no way to unstick it except to reboot. The computer is OK, as evidenced by me typing this now. The keyboard works. Just the mouse. This will be the, what, fourth? fifth? time today I've had to reboot.
In other news, once again, I wanted to go see Deathray but ended up being at work instead. Far too lame. With luck, though, this is just a phase.
Everyone is leaving for Burning Man next week - well, not everyone obviously, I'm not, but many - nay, several - people. This is good in the less people to bug me way, bad in the fewer other people to be bugged beside me way. Nothing is without price. Except GIMP, which is still a great program and now runs on Windows! Hallelu. Like I'm going to buy software in order to make a 1x1 red GIF. Except, er, you can't make GIFs with GIMP. Some kind of copyright or other IP crap, I'm sure. The more this goes on, the more I like that scenario in one of Bruce Sterling's books - Heavy Weather I think - where the US and China get into a trade war, and the Chinese government responds by putting uncontrolled pirate copies of all commercial American software up on a big network of machines, for anyone in the world to download. Completely destroys the foundations of intellectual property. I say, boot up, comrades!
Willfully blind self-indulgent nebbish or amusingly quirky old coot? And how bout that local sports team? Discuss among yourselves.
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