Saw Red

I'll post the cherry blossom in February stuff later. Snapped the pic last Saturday. Still don't feel in a cherry blossom posting mood. Not into pink, not this moment.

There was all this red, see.


Funny, isn't it?
Suppose the folks at Google, just the same as so many other IT folks, must simply expect every pc is always online: therefore, always available for updating whatever bits of software they simply must update. Every hour. More often, if the user dares disable the service on his own machine.

Unlike Google Updater Service...or Gusvc...or Gupdate...I have an off-switch. Also happen to be on dial-up. Yesss, snickering IT guys, dial-up is it in some older parts of this...town.

So. Uninstalled Google ToolBar earlier today. The culprit. Some update, I imagine. Same thing happened to the machine at work, at the same time, two weeks ago. Am currently monitoring for unwanted system behaviour. Will be writing and playing Xbox later. Not sure in which order, that.

A Filled-Up Saturday...and smiling about it

Walked an hour after Saturday shopping. With camera, naturally. Hazy sunshine. Broken sky. Fine enough morning. No specific destination or subject in mind. Filled up my camera. Filled up my head.

Am thinking at last about weekend projects I might actually get to. Writing, I'll say. And...more writing. There are different types of writing I might actually get to, y'see. Here, now, I'm blogging a bit. And there's Protag, naturally — but Protag's for fun, and the camaraderie, and for later, right'right. After working some more on every one of the things underway in my UnderWay folder. My messy NaNo outline has been snoozing too long: I have a fix for it just waiting for a Saturday like this one. And there are contests to search for. Articles and stuff to read. Ideas to jot down. Children of Men is on Space tonight. I have questing to do in Morrowind into Sunday morning, too. I'm busy, okay? There's only so much left of this Saturday that's mine'all'mine!

Nice to be this kind of busy.

Speaking again of Protag: I just added again to Bolsheviki's Mage Hunting. Not a real chapter as such. Only a bit of backstory, for fleshing out some characters. Was fun, though. Drakon wakes in his bed. If you'd like a read, here's the link: http://www.protagonize.com/story/mage-hunting/3164

Self-Talk...One...Sure, why not?

So…we’re talking to ourselves then.

A little play, yes. I need play. And to move around the furniture in my head. And post something.

Need a little discipline too, though. Missed the contest deadline.

Yeah. Saw it coming. As in…passing by.

Worn out from working late. Not time enough left for thinking it out. Same old, same old.

Yes, and fully aware I’d spent away the nights experimenting with five-minute writing, scattered my time over that bunch, when I should’ve turned to the piece with the deadline. And worked it out.

So we know, at least. No excuses.

None. And that’s something.

It is.