A box for Black Paul.

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I'm listening to New Order Substance, using the laptop as an oversized Walkman. Goddamn they sucked when they tried doing the funky New York dance act thing. "Confusion", "Shellshocked" and particularly "State Of The Nation", for which there is no hole deep enough. And this is the long version.

We had DSL until about 9:30pm. It was like we were in a one-room Goodies episode, WAITING FOR THE END! The dialup was arranged in time, though, so I reassembled the PC, found the phone cable (after only one call to arkady to check I hadn't lent it to her), rejigged the house network and rediscovered that trying to solve a problem on Windows is much less time-efficient than simply rebooting. My net connection now matches the speed of my laptop.

We also tried a new USB 2.0 card in both the Mac and redcountess' PC, establishing that the card is fine (though it doesn't fit properly) and so the 2.5" disk or the disk enclosure is not working, established the same when we applied external power to the enclosure and found the old 2.5" disk so we can test further by swapping that in. And Arnie the cat (Six-Dinner Sid) came in for a cuddle.

I think the unemployed ennui has hit. I have applied for jobs last night and this lunchtime, I have sat around on IRC, I have read Slashdot, we have this much money left. It's nice to curl up to Liz all day, though.

It's been a highly productive day but it doesn't feel like one.