Wow, I Should Be Shot.

Sometimes my own stupidity shocks the hell out of me.

Who do you know who has the brains to actually delete their recycle bin? Yeah. I was trying to delete something off my desktop, my hand slipped and hit the tab key and before I processed it, I had hit delete (and then was a moron and didn’t read the prompt asking if I really did want to delete this item – instead I just hit yes). I realized that the folder I was trying to delete was still there, tried to drag it to the trash, and discovered, with much surprise, that it was gone.

I’m an idiot.

I could not for the life of me figure out how to get it back and where the hell that thing was located on my actual computer. So I had to google it and found this really amusing and sarcastic site about Why People Delete Their Recycle Bins. Yeah, way to make me feel even more incompetent. It is pretty funny though.

And that, my friends, is my stupid moment for the week, day, hour.

(Oh, by the way, I figured out the flickr thing and customized my journal. Woot!)

A Triumph and a Little WordPress

Lots going on today. First off:

Go, Go California!

2 down, 48 to go.

In other news, I’m revamping my blog a ton. The current theme up is from ScribbleScratch, and I’m working on creating my own, so just sit back and enjoy for now. At the moment, I’m trying to figure out the Flickr Feed. I had FAlbum but it wasn’t working with my side bar at all (I coudln’t get the side bar to stop showing up on the photo pages even though it’s only suppose to show up on this page), and now I have FlickrRSS but for some reason it’s just not working. It says there’s an error even though I’m doing what the installation instructions say. Good grief.

I keep messing with it, but if you have any input on it, let me know. I could use the help.

Update in the house searching: I have two leads. One for a two bedroom home (which we’ll take if we really have to) and the second lead is from the same landlord: he’s looking into buying a three bedroom right now and he says if he gets it, he’ll let us know. I’m hoping to hear from him Monday, and if all goes well, we’ll have a place to rent for the summer until next May. Which would be great. Cross your fingers for us.

That’s it for now. Blah.

Would you if you could?

Well isn’t this a show of power?

Inside the World’s First Billion Dollar Home.

Yeah sure, it’s his money. But holy crap is that a lot of money. A five-person family in 27 stories? His kids must play the longest games of Hide and Go Seek. Never ending. They could spend hours trying to find each other. How do they even remember what rooms there are? And the amount of money is horrendous. There has got to be a better way to spend your cash. Oh I don’t know, help clean up the town? Create parks for kids? Give back to the school systems? I mean, I don’t really know all that much about the economy in Mumbai, but that man has a gross amount of money to just splurge on a house for his wife. And that’s not a house. That’s an entire ecosystem in itself.

People are scary. Money is scary. This man splurges on a place with six stories reserved just for cars, and Ash and I can’t even afford a $600 three bedroom house to rent in small-town Ashland. Hell, it’s hard to even find a job in this place.

Sigh. Not everybody gets what they want in life. You can’t help but feel the unfairness of the world crush down on you when you read something like this.

bow chika bow bow.

Housemates are annoying. Especially when they throw big elaborate beer parties and let people eat your food, use your salsa, and throw your towel on the floor to soak up a disgusting pile of puke. Ash and I are pretty peeved by it all. The house reeks of alcohol, pot, and bad B.O. At least they’re cleaning it up now. The house is a mess. I plan on writing up a little list of the things they owe us (including a new towel). It’s just gross.

Boys are disgusting.

Not to mention Ash had a slight scare last night when the carbon monoxide detector went off. She couldn’t exactly open the door to let in fresh air because of the stupid party, so she opened her window (outside of which there were people peeing in the bushes), and turned the fan on. She then sneaked the rats and the dog over to my room and we came back this morning to check up on the cats and the ferrets. Everyone’s fine, thankfully, but it was still scary.

I want a tablet. Badly. Anyone have any referrals for different tablets? I really like the Wacom Intuos line, but they’re expensive. But I want one. Mouse Art just ain’t cutting it anymore.