As if the icon wasn't a dead give-away, I now have a copy of Portal. It's ridiculously fun, and I'm saddened that it's taken me quite so long to play it. By now, I'm sure there's two groups of people in the world: those who know precisely what there is to squee about, and those who need to find out at some point. For the latter group, I strongly suggest doing so. For the former group, squeee!
Feb. 8th, 2008
So, I've had shiny, pretty-decent Interwebs for... 33 hours now. And so far, everything I've downloaded has been legal - things like up-to-date OpenOffice.org, and Portal bought on Steam, and a long-awaited firmware update for iPolyhymnia, and virus definition files, and an adware scanner - things like that. Legal things.
Whatever is wrong with me?
I'm sure that tomorrow, someone's going to come by to take away my geek badge and my nerf gun.
But wait, it gets better. I have *checks* 11GB of free space post-Portal install. And a 20GB/month bandwidth quota. And - to top it all off - access to oodles of unmetered content. Like a MajorGeeks mirror. And an unmetered Steam cluster, so downloading things like Portal doesn't actually affect my limit.
Clearly, this is a problem.
So today, I went shopping, looking for something to use as a temporary place to shove files - something like a passport drive, or such. What I ended up buying was a 500GB internal drive, because, well, I could. This is my second ever SATA drive, and the first one came pre-installed in the machine. So, long-standing veteran of PATA cables that I am, I expected that the SATA cables would have the neat little second connector so that I could just plug it in.
And, they don't.
I'm sure that tomorrow, when I go to buy my shiny new supertransmitting supercable, the nice people at the shop can helpfully take away my geek badge and my nerf gun.
On the other hand, there's nothing quite like calling your old, superflaky dialup ISP to inform them that their services are no longer required. Especially while you're casually watching, say, 207 people standing very, very still. (See that? I still link instead of embedding, but now it feels cute rather than like an utter, utter pain.)
Fortunately, though, their script didn't make the poor phoneperson ask what I thought of their service. My complete and unabridged thoughts on the matter would probably sound rather like, say, Samuel L. Jackson and Gordon Ramsay having a heated argument.
Still, I can't help but wonder if that kind of frothy rage at dialup just might be enough to save my geek badge and my nerf gun...
Whatever is wrong with me?
I'm sure that tomorrow, someone's going to come by to take away my geek badge and my nerf gun.
But wait, it gets better. I have *checks* 11GB of free space post-Portal install. And a 20GB/month bandwidth quota. And - to top it all off - access to oodles of unmetered content. Like a MajorGeeks mirror. And an unmetered Steam cluster, so downloading things like Portal doesn't actually affect my limit.
Clearly, this is a problem.
So today, I went shopping, looking for something to use as a temporary place to shove files - something like a passport drive, or such. What I ended up buying was a 500GB internal drive, because, well, I could. This is my second ever SATA drive, and the first one came pre-installed in the machine. So, long-standing veteran of PATA cables that I am, I expected that the SATA cables would have the neat little second connector so that I could just plug it in.
And, they don't.
I'm sure that tomorrow, when I go to buy my shiny new supertransmitting supercable, the nice people at the shop can helpfully take away my geek badge and my nerf gun.
On the other hand, there's nothing quite like calling your old, superflaky dialup ISP to inform them that their services are no longer required. Especially while you're casually watching, say, 207 people standing very, very still. (See that? I still link instead of embedding, but now it feels cute rather than like an utter, utter pain.)
Fortunately, though, their script didn't make the poor phoneperson ask what I thought of their service. My complete and unabridged thoughts on the matter would probably sound rather like, say, Samuel L. Jackson and Gordon Ramsay having a heated argument.
Still, I can't help but wonder if that kind of frothy rage at dialup just might be enough to save my geek badge and my nerf gun...