Tuesday Hatred: Dry Fried
I hate the fact that my computer still doesn’t work despite the fact that its power supply has been replaced. (I do not hate the fact that the new power supply is pretty bitchin’.) I have concluded that the motherboard was taken out by the old power supply. I hate shopping for motherboards (which socket? which form factor? which memory? onboard video? BLAH BLAH BLAH), and especially I hate the fact that the motherboard I currently have has been discontinued, and that I’ll probably have to recompile my kernel (since, naturally, I did not use modules) to get various features in play. I am really not looking forward to installing the motherboard. I’m writing this on a laptop on whose keyboard the backtick, escape, one, and tab keys don’t work—this is highly annoying and I hate it. I continue to hate the unimaginable quantity of email I receive among whose intended recipients I am not. Admittees to my program are visiting this week; I hate that. Dry stone walling is not a growth industry. I live with too many people in highly non-ideal circumstances. Republicans are literally sociopathic. (On my other laptop, the one with a functioning keyboard, there are many links that I could put here, mostly involving abortion.) Glenn Greenwald is incredibly depressing to read but probably right. The world is full of crashing bores, and vulgar fools, and the greedy and careless. Happiness is not dispensed in proportion to virtue. There is no hope for anyone.
I hate that I can’t eat all the things I want to, and not just for financial reasons—I just couldn’t manage the feat.
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