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[delga]

So, I just spent the last 40 minutes using Dell Support's online chat feature which allows you to talk to service techs online rather than by phone. Nice bloke; he had me turning on and turning off various things. We're now running chkdsk (again) and he's going to call me again tomorrow. (Flippin' Nora, I feel like I'm on a date. A bad one.)

So, anyway. Yeah.

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Hahaha, I finished season 3 of Lost. CRIKEY ALMIGHTY. Structural shenanigans for the win!

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Also watched the latest New Amsterdam. Still ambivalent; still like the new Sarge. Still want more Omar. (The scene where Amsterdam is talking to his grandson? Yeah: there totally need to be more of those.)

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Tonight: Sarah Connor Chronicles! And possibly other things.

Tomorrow: catching up with Torchwood. And the phonecall from Mr Dell. Such is my life.

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Have some poetry, y'all.

The Trees Delete Themselves Inside a Fog-Sphere
by Francis Ponge (trans. Karen Volkman)

In the fog which surrounds the trees, the leaves are stripped—leaves defaced already by slow oxidation, deadened by the sap's out-seeping for flowers' and fruits' gain, since the harsh heats of August made of them a less.

In the bark, vertical furrows crease and slit where dampness drains to the earth's base, indifferent to the living citizens of the trunk.

Flowers scattered, fruit conferred. Since youth, this relinquishing of breathing attributes and body parts has become for the trees a standard practice.

Comments

[snowpenguin545.livejournal.com]

What are you trying to fix? I have a Dell right now, so that's what made me be all like "WE HAVE THE SAME 'PUTER!"

I seriously doubt I could fix anything, but hell, there's nothing wrong with trying right?