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Dorktronic Toxemia

It's kinda funny--the title of this post is itself an obscure reference to Doctor Who*. But, seriously, my dorktronic levels these last few weeks have been running dangerously high....

Besides watching Doctor Who (actually, less so than I've been known to...), I've really taken to watching/mocking bad movies (have you noticed?), both already MST3k'd and not.

The other week I decided to switch over to Dvorak keyboard layout--in fact I'm trying to write this whole post with it as practice. The way I see it, the 3 biggest things I'll likely spend much of the rest of my life doing will involve lots of typing--writing, computering, and temping--and i can do without the repetitive strain injuries...yeah.

I've also been fiddling with mah linuxes lots--I've put Linux Mint 9 LXDE on my laptop. Dunno if i'll keep it or go back to regular Linux Mint or try out the KDE flavor.
Big winsauce though--ie monster dorktronics alert--I got Lubuntu working on an 11 and a half year old Mac PowerBook G3 (Lombard). Not an easy/straightforward process. Sure, the Lombard used 'new world ROM' (the first to, actually) so it was somewhat easier**, however I didn't know that or that I had to reburn the cd for the first several hours i worked on it. Then I hadda use an alternate installation disk to do a CLI (command line interface) installation and manually install the Lubuntu desktop via teh internetz because of its shit system specs (hence choosing the ultra lightweight Lubuntu...). I'm actually ridonculously proud of it--it runs almost like a real computer! Honestly, if my friend doesn't hurry up and come claim it, imma seriously keep it and use it to write great works of literature. Or just tons of hot, smutty pr0nz.


But where was I....and/or what was I obfuscating...... Oh yeah! While glorying in all this dorkery, I've been all but consciously avoiding all and every form of accountability or responsibility. Yup. The rest of my life's remained in a state of humiliating but totally personally avoidant stasis. I should prolly get on with...stuff...at some point :/

One irksome thing is I think I hurt my back last week doing all that heavy shit for my neighbor. It was good times and good pay, don't get me wrong, but awkward, bulky, and occasionally really heavy >.< What's weird is where usually I'd expect a lot of lower back pain, it's been my upper back this time--like, a vicious, spasmodic cramp in the upper left section of my back, right around my shoulder blade. Been a goddamn pain in the....back. Lawlz.

Meanwhile, I've managed to get at least some stuff done. You know, despite the want avoidance and seizing back weirdness. So that's an accomplishment, right? Ah, well, I hope so. More goodness laterly!

* Referring to the mention of "dystronic toxemia" in Genesis of the Daleks pt 2 (with the 4th Doctor! :P), which was a thinly veiled renaming of radiation sickness.

** 'old world ROM' would have required an OS 9 installation disk just to get it to boot the linux installation disk...and that's just the installation boot up..... >.<
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