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hirezLong silences are annoying from some people (I'm so angry with you, but you're going to have to work out what terrible sin you've committed yourself), rather pleasant from others (ditto) and cheerfully companionable when they involve nice people that I care about.
(Inasmuch as that notion of 'caring' is a positive thing for both parties. One-sided caring is rubbish and a waste of time. Don't do that. So anyway. Mutually beneficial positive regard. It's a good thing and I believe we can all get behind that statement, right kids?)
Obviously the 'cheerfully companionable' thing only really works in physical proximity. Perhaps while striding purposefully across hill and dale in search of Interesting Industrial Ruins, or while becoming enlightened by a particularly striking work of modern art. (I find purely representational art somewhat posby, to use a H-R internal word. Perhaps even reflective of a hierarchical state apparatus and thus somewhat politically suspect. A place for everything and everyone knowing their place. Plus ungood.) Whatever. I'm sure you've got your own examples.
So anyway. Long silence. I've tried, on and off, to be one of those people who bang out a post daily. However, it quickly descends into second-division observational standup, or 'Being Jimmy Carr' as we say in the trade. (That's the trade of not liking Jimmy Carr overmuch. A sometimes maligned but curiously popular calling.)
The SGI became near-complete yesterday when the monitor and mousemat turned up. Unfortunately, it looks like the boot-disk is toast, (Well, not actually toast. That would be stupid. Though there was this huge optical jukebox that we just threw out. The cartridges were about the size of medium cut sarnie-loaf slices, so it could have been pressed into service as a 120-slice toast archiving tool) so it's on with plan A: shell it, install a PC motherboard and happily irk the purists.
Oddly, or perhaps not, given the lack of writing here, I accidentally got into a state over the weekend that I'll call streaming. See, when you've got some measure of tape backup, it's all going to work best when you can shovel data at it just faster than it can compress that data and write it to tape, because the tape's going to be moving past the r/w head whatever happens, and if the sending kit can't keep up the drive will write zeroes while it's waiting and your backups will take up far more space than they should. And that was more or less what happened, I just got into the groove of putting words on the paper, which made my brain work in a happy way and emit more words to be put on the paper, just slightly faster than I could write. Result: a happy JH-R with a fizzing brain and an aching hand. Now, if I can do that more often...
(Inasmuch as that notion of 'caring' is a positive thing for both parties. One-sided caring is rubbish and a waste of time. Don't do that. So anyway. Mutually beneficial positive regard. It's a good thing and I believe we can all get behind that statement, right kids?)
Obviously the 'cheerfully companionable' thing only really works in physical proximity. Perhaps while striding purposefully across hill and dale in search of Interesting Industrial Ruins, or while becoming enlightened by a particularly striking work of modern art. (I find purely representational art somewhat posby, to use a H-R internal word. Perhaps even reflective of a hierarchical state apparatus and thus somewhat politically suspect. A place for everything and everyone knowing their place. Plus ungood.) Whatever. I'm sure you've got your own examples.
So anyway. Long silence. I've tried, on and off, to be one of those people who bang out a post daily. However, it quickly descends into second-division observational standup, or 'Being Jimmy Carr' as we say in the trade. (That's the trade of not liking Jimmy Carr overmuch. A sometimes maligned but curiously popular calling.)
The SGI became near-complete yesterday when the monitor and mousemat turned up. Unfortunately, it looks like the boot-disk is toast, (Well, not actually toast. That would be stupid. Though there was this huge optical jukebox that we just threw out. The cartridges were about the size of medium cut sarnie-loaf slices, so it could have been pressed into service as a 120-slice toast archiving tool) so it's on with plan A: shell it, install a PC motherboard and happily irk the purists.
Oddly, or perhaps not, given the lack of writing here, I accidentally got into a state over the weekend that I'll call streaming. See, when you've got some measure of tape backup, it's all going to work best when you can shovel data at it just faster than it can compress that data and write it to tape, because the tape's going to be moving past the r/w head whatever happens, and if the sending kit can't keep up the drive will write zeroes while it's waiting and your backups will take up far more space than they should. And that was more or less what happened, I just got into the groove of putting words on the paper, which made my brain work in a happy way and emit more words to be put on the paper, just slightly faster than I could write. Result: a happy JH-R with a fizzing brain and an aching hand. Now, if I can do that more often...
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Date: 2006-04-07 12:11 pm (UTC)I need A Life. Read that and parsed it as "Long LJ posting silences".
Though there was this huge optical jukebox that we just threw out.
SureStore? They were fetching an absolute hatful of cash a year or two back. Lots of mid-90s legacy projects running out of workable hardware and looking for spares.
I used one once and could spend ages just watching it do its toast-juggling thing. Do you reckon HP designed it as double-sided media, just so the geeks had an excuse to build a pancake tosser into the jukebox mech?
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Date: 2006-04-07 02:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 02:46 pm (UTC)I think there was a line of blokes in brown coats with a big pot of Araldite, gluing the optical media together somewhere.
The DLT jukes are very Prisoner. With a pile of spares from those things, you'd never want for gears, sprockets or wee motors again.
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Date: 2006-04-07 12:19 pm (UTC)LOL! This is something I hate too. Not naming names, but I had this sort of behaviour from people in the past. It was suddenly decided that I had committed some terrible offence and suddenly I was no longer worthy of being spoken to. So when I tried to ask one of these said individuals, all I got was a very snappy "If you don't know what you've done then I don't see the point in telling you, people need to find out what they have done for themselves". I think I am supposed to look deep within my soul and analyse my inner child. To this day I am at a loss as to what it is about. But I don't care anymore anyway, I have friends and Louise and family and a pretty great life atm ;-) Not going to waste my time analysing my inner child etc.
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Date: 2006-04-07 02:42 pm (UTC)I believe the correct response is to get the hell on with the rest of your life.
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cheerfully companionable long silences
Date: 2006-04-07 03:15 pm (UTC)Re: cheerfully companionable long silences
Date: 2006-04-07 07:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-04-07 05:19 pm (UTC)Yeah. I try to post daily but don't get Rollins about it. It's nice to strike a topic that does the comment-whoring for me.
Posby was on alt.gothic, as I recall.
I need to get streaming. The Uncyclopedia writing competition is in progress and I was specifically told I wasn't allowed to judge it because they wanted me to enter. So I've said I'll write some towering tastelessness to leave Cancer Porn in the dust, and another piece that someone might actually read on the front page without sporking their brain out. Must get to work. Arkady and I came up with the start of a routine about green neon ninjas this afternoon.
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Date: 2006-04-07 07:38 pm (UTC)The H-R lexicon comfortably pre-dates Usenet, and indeed that person's birthday I'll warrant. Unless it's older than me.
Posby == The sort of thing that readers of the Daily Mail would care for.
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Date: 2006-04-08 04:17 am (UTC)Read out of context, this just made me laugh.
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Date: 2006-04-08 10:13 am (UTC)(I have been talking to
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Date: 2006-04-08 05:06 pm (UTC)