Hooray, it’s the weekend. Blimey, it doesn’t seem five minutes since I was last at this keyboard emptying my head into Blogger.
It’s been a strange old week. Firstly, I’ve been out and about (through work, sadly not socially) which in some ways was great. I got out of the office and got to stretch my legs. The downside was there was a bit of travel involved which meant a few long days. Still, as I said, it’s good to get out.
I got a spot of shopping done too. I managed to find a nice coat seeing as the nights are drawing in. I had a choice between a red double breasted number and a longer greenish more fitted number with the traditional row of buttons. I went for the latter. With a bit of luck, maybe I’ll be able to throw an outfit together for a test run.
Oh, I also tried some stick on nails from Kiss (available from Boots for about 6 quid). They go on and come off quite nicely. While they do stand out – but not in a Wolverene kinda way – a quick bit of filing would help.
Through some bad double booking on my part, I didn’t manage to get to NottsChams this week (boo-hiss!). With the ‘trans want’ waxing and waning, I was surprised to find myself so – what’s the word? – disappointed. I think that’s the closest I can get to it. It’s really odd and while I wasn’t really ‘mad for it’ (so to speak) I did feel very let down that I had to stay in.
Now, this is one of the things I find very strange about being trans. Some folk say that it’s all about sex. To be honest with you, I struggle with this one. It’s not that some parts of the TG lifestyle aren’t a bit of a turn on, but I’d be lying to you if I said I – and excuse the frank language – had the horn each time I looked at skirt or put on an item of female clothing.
So why is it that I felt like I did? Surely it must go deeper than that? Is it all just about sex and I was narked because I missed my thrill? Are we, humans that is, that shallow? I’d like to think not.
Wake up Neo
Those of you with no interest in computers may wish to skip this next bit. 🙂
Regular readers may recall that my computer gave up the ghost the other week. Anyhoo, some new shiny bits arrived the other day and after an hour or two of reading the fine manual (RTFM!) and staring at the gubbins, I realised the reason why it wouldn’t start up. I’d missed the power connectors. Doh! Once connected fully, the system leapt into life and off we go again. The new system is nice and quiet. The last one was too noisy. Seemingly a common problem for PCs these days.
Nothing out of the ordinary so far though eh? Well, I’ve pretty much been a Windows user since Win 3.x (although I missed 98 and went to NT, but that’s another story). Okay, I use Linux at work, but that’s all headless server stuff. With the main computer only just back online, I’ve been using the test machine on which I’d slapped Linux on earlier. No special reason other than I wanted to see what’s new and groovy with it. What’s odd is that now I’ve put Windows on the main system and… I kinda miss Linux. It was quite easy to use and although I had a few teething problems with it, it just worked. “Which was nice” 🙂
Now, where did I put the partitioning software?
[ Today’s lyrical donor; the mighty PWEI. ]