On having a new computer baby

This picture makes me want to dye my hair red once it grows a little longer.

So a few days of radio silence turned into approximately 36 hours or so of radio silence. G helped me find a new computer, and I thought I would have to wait until Monday to have it delivered, but here it is, in all its glory, in my kitchen. His name is Akito, because clearly a Fujitsu computer needs a Japanese name, and while he has the birth defect that is Windows 8, I'm already a little bit in love with this new, strong and silent character in my life. I mean, Konrad was great, but Akito here can just offer me so much more.

It's kinda special, doing everything for the first time on a new computer. First blog post. First surfing the news sites. First facebook visit. First k-pop video (which turned out to be VIXX's new song Voodoo Doll - I can't believe I didn't like these guys a month ago). I almost don't want to touch it too much, lest it lose its shiny new-ness.



My new computer friend came at a welcome time - I'm half-way through a nine day work week, and I regret so much the decision to do those nine days in one sitting with no breaks inbetween. I have a terrible cold, and I hardly have a voice, so working this much is far from ideal. I even got to go home half an hour before closing time because I looked faint and exhausted. When I came to work and croaked at Shan with my almost non-existant voice, he said "Well, you don't look sick", to which I can only thank the magic that is makeup and cough drops. Seriously. I met the Puppy briefly before work, during which time I did my makeup, which made him pause in stunned silence and go "That shit is magical. You went from looking sick as absolute hell to looking really beautiful in a matter of minutes". I'd handle these days a hell of a lot better if I were healthy, but it is what it is - there's nothing else that can be done because there's no-one else to do it. It just sucks when it's Friday evening and technically you should be done for the week, but there are four whole days to go. At least I get to work with Mafune, and she's always lovely to me, so I'll live. I just need to hold on and fight a little bit longer.

Colds fucking suck.

During my short but noticeable blog hiatus I've felt such a surge to write. Not just blog posts, even though I really like writing these short little ramblings and find them therapeutic, but fiction, like I used to during my school years. I used to be good at it too. I have a rich imagination and a way of describing things that seemed to go over pretty well with people. I think I was inspired by my friend the Philosopher, since he wrote a book and let me read the draft, but for some reason I had a difficult time feeling all that captivated by the story. I love detailed descriptions, and there weren't that many, making me feel like the story needed more meat on its bones. My problem with writing anything myself though is that I want to create, but there's nothing to work with right now. Also, I'm absolutely terrible at dialogue or knowing how social interactions can be written in a meaningful (and not terribly awkward) way. Thoughts, scenery and personal emotions are one thing, but creating believable exchanges between others is really difficult.

Ah well. One good thing about wanting to write, but not knowing what, is that it throws me back into wanting to read constantly. I apart from more serious fiction, I've started reading Gintama again, which is really nice. From a practice point of view it's teaching me a whole bunch of Japanese obscenities, which is always entertaining, but as a comic it's pretty sweet as well. I've missed having time to read, just generally. Really longing for my five day weekend right about now. I predict a whole lot of horizontal time with my friends the books.