Still stuck in my head, looping over and over. Bobby, I will find a way to get even with you!

They are getting larger. When I used to take in pants for Sherry, a size 2 was very hard to find, and she often had to buy girls’ jeans because her waist was a 24. Most of the size 0 jeans I see now are 26 waist. By my calculations, a 26 waist should be a size 4, not a 0. Back in the day, there was no such thing as a size 00, which is a 24 waist now. Hmmm…

Inspection is scheduled for Tuesday morning. I’m betting on thousands of dollars’ worth of electrical upgrades required before we could get insurance. That’d be my luck.

“Due to a number of unsuccessful login attempts, your account has been locked…” That number? Two. It doesn’t let me save even my username, which is what I forgot. I remembered on the third try, and I always knew the fucking password. I’m sorely tempted to cut the goddamned stupid card into tiny bits and mail it to the motherfuckers with a suggestion to stuff the pieces up their asses, but make sure they do it in less than two attempts or their assholes will be locked. Twats.

Our offer was accepted, but still have the inspection, loan approval and moving to go. I don’t know why I’m not more enthusiastic; I like the house, the yard is big enough, and the location is great. Maybe because it’s so sudden and I’d expected to have another couple of thousand as a “moving expense buffer”. Maybe it’s just dreading the packing and trying to salvage as much of my garden as I can. I dunno.

We made an offer on a house today…fingers crossed that it’s accepted, and nobody steals it out from under us. The bedrooms are on the small side, but there are three of them and two bathrooms. Single-story, no basement or crawlspace (concrete slab), but there’s a heated/air conditioned shed, and the yard is not only big, but in a nice neighbourhood, and bordered on two sides by the park.

Four computers: one desktop running Ubuntu 13.04 (which I don’t like, BTW), one desktop running Win 7 Pro, one laptop running Ubuntu 12.04 LTS (which I only sorta like…fuck Unity), and one little pink netbook running Win XP Pro. All had been networked in the past because the bulk of the household music lives on my Ubuntu desktop. I had upgraded from 12.04 (which I liked with Gnome Shell) to 13.04…and the last time P. tried to access my music, he couldn’t. We were both drinking, and that’s not a good time to try to troubleshoot networking issues, so after poking around a bit and finding nothing obvious, I gave up. This evening, I was trying to figure out why I can’t make my Bluetooth earphones work on 13.04; they just lock up the whole system even though they work just fine on my Android phone. P. came to the door and asked whether I’d ever fixed the music issue. I was in the process of upgrading the laptop, and testing the BT dongle on the netbook (and it wouldn’t work…I think it’s the dongle itself), so I wasn’t doing anything that needed immediate attention, and I went after the networking issue. After much poking and prodding Samba and even more cursing and swearing at Windows and fucking Ubuntu Unity, I discovered that when I’d upgraded, it hadn’t installed winbind along with Samba, so even though I’d set the right network name and permissions in smb.conf, it couldn’t use WINS. Okay, so winbind it is, and let’s install it!

Happily “winbound”, I can see the netbook, and should see the laptop when it’s finished its upgrade because Ubuntu/Ubuntu doesn’t even need Samba, let alone winbind. XP netbook sees both desktops and can access the files just fine. Post-winbind, Ubuntu 13.04 desktop can see the XP netbook and the Win 7 desktop, but can’t access any files on the Win 7 machine, only on the XP netbook. Well, fuckity-fuck. That doesn’t make any sense; the problem has got to be with the Win 7 box. Made sure Homegroups was dead on the Win 7, made sure that I’d made the appropriate changes in Local Security Policy…still no joy. Getting really fucking pissed off! The Win 7 box doesn’t see a goddamned thing except itself, which it cannot browse. Wait…it can’t browse ITSELF? Hmmm…something’s fucked up. Then, I remembered that I’d recently got him a new NIC because he didn’t want a wired connection like he’d had for years, but the old wireless NIC kept dropping connections. Let’s take a look in the properties; it should at least be able to browse its own shared files on the goddamned network!

Properties, properties…protocols…services. Wait just a goddamned minute! I’ve poked around in enough NIC properties to know what I should expect to see, and I don’t see it all this time. Where is “Client for Microsoft Networks”? It’s not there, but it ought to be! I checked the box for it, rebooted, gave it a few minutes to bring up the network, and…lo and fucking BEHOLD, there are all four computers showing. Cringe…click…and there are the shared files. Different computer…cringe…click…and there are its shared files! Last two are doing just what they should, too. PERFECT!

Client for Microsoft Networks has been installed by default with every goddamned network interface device I’ve ever installed, and that’s been a few of them. Why in Christ’s name it didn’t this time, I don’t know, but good ol’ OC2 is up and running again, so if I decide I want to listen to my music on his computer, I can! Now, I need a shower and sleep because I’m going to give the Bluetooth issue one more go, and if that doesn’t work, I’ll just buy a new dongle because ATM, I’m fucking sick of computers!

Stupid Windows 7 and its stupid fucking “Homegroups”. Networking was bolt-on to begin with and that shit just makes it worse. Homegroups. Really?

Two Silver Jeans hoodies, retailing for $68 each. I paid $18 for one, and $20 for the other. Bought khaki first and loved it–sooo soft, vintage wash and the hood has cool lace lining–so I went back and got it in black!

I read a blurb and thought the book sounded interesting. Okay…I have a snazzy Kindle Paperwhite, so let’s have a look. Kindle Edition is eight bucks. Well, I dunno about that; I read a little blurb, and I’ve never heard of the author before, so I don’t really want to cough up eight bucks only to find that I’m bored after two chapters. Wait–I know! I’ll log into the library system and borrow the ebook there! Login requires my library card number. Okay…out to get my wallet and dig through it for the stupid little keychain-sized card with my barcode on it. Found it! Enter barcode…now what’s my password? I have no idea. Email forgotten password, which was sent in plain text. Yippee. Okay, so I’m logged in, and let’s search for the book. Found it! Oh, wait…those are dead tree books. Change to the digital database and search again (thank Christ for copy and paste). Yay! It’s there, and Kindle format is one of the options. All right, now how do I borrow this thing? Big button to “check availability”, but it wants me to select my library…which is not on the list. Dig the stupid card back out and see what other libraries it’s valid for. Nope, none of them on the list, either. Scroll-scroll-scroll…hmmm…here’s an entry for my geographical region. I’ll try that! Nope, my number isn’t recognised. Possibly because I think my card may be expired. There’s no charge for the card, so I don’t know why there’s an expiry date, but it says it’s expired even though it did let me log in. No option to renew online, even though my information is all exactly the same. Well, fuck. By this time, I’ve spent 20-25 minutes trying to get the goddamned book, I’ve jumped through a bunch of hoops, and I still don’t have it. Time it took me to acquire the book in four different formats by…errrr…”alternate means”: 2 minutes. Literally 2 minutes, and another 30 seconds to fire up Calibre and dump it into my collection. No fucking wonder people do what they do.