I’ve become so accustomed to the computer being a focal point of aggravation and even anger that this new PC has me feeling disoriented. I can start a piece of software and it opens after a few seconds, not after a full minute or longer. Everything works. It’s amazing. Now I am serene, trying to think of what to do with this miracle of a working computer. I did some 3D rendering, albeit in the point and click Fuse interface. My ambitions at one point included 3D content creation using Blender but the old PC just couldn’t handle it. I figured that was just the way it worked, that you needed super-souped up resources or you just couldn’t play ball. A lot of story ideas I had kind of fell to the wayside when some piece of software would crap out or when the entire PC grinded to a halt. I mean, I can blame it on that, right? I can’t blame it on my own lack of focus, can I? But of course I can, but I don’t see the point. I say that about a lot of things.
The plan, or rather ambition, is to designate the old PC as a dedicated street theater and Internet radio station, and as a dedicated Plex server. I uninstalled all that bloated Adobe Cloud stuff from the old machine.
I almost choked on a sandwich today, and for hours it had my body feeling like it might split apart. My head felt like it had two necks but only one head.
A friend is in the hospital, but he sounds like he’s in hell. He’s an older guy and, at times, he exhibits a pattern of being set in his ways such that this kind of intrusion on his serenity is particularly irritating. He says the doctors are all excellent but other staff are condescending and rude. I don’t know if he is bringing that out of those people himself but from my experience at that same hospital it is kind of hard to believe.
