Ordinary Day

Dara had another followup appointment about her eye surgery this afternoon–and was informed, much to our dismay, that she had further retinal tearing. There had been a ten percent chance that this would happen, and apparently, she’s just managed to roll REALLY badly on her Luck roll.

This means another round of eye surgery tomorrow. And no going down to OryCon this weekend. AUGH. We’ve cancelled our hotel reservations and gotten our Amtrak points back for the train, and additionally, OryCon’s concom said oh god yes of COURSE we can have a membership refund; they’ll deal with that after the con is over.

So. Dara’s next round of eye surgery is tomorrow at 4pm. Which means I get to spend tomorrow morning writing a proper synopsis of Vengeance of the Hunter to hand over to my editor, and then I will take Dara to her procedure. She’ll have a post-op followup on Saturday as well.

This may make Monday more challenging. We’d already realized that oh shit Dara’s not cleared to drive yet, and had gotten Paul’s agreement to drive us to and from my surgery. However, now that Dara’s going to have to have another procedure of her own, this may make it difficult for her to go with me to the hospital at all. Much will depend upon whether she is still under position restrictions by Monday, since the first round of this fun required her to spend the next day or so constantly looking at her feet and having to sleep face down as well. Which would be PROBLEMATIC, trying to stay overnight with me at Evergreen. But we’ll see what happens with that as of Saturday.

Tonight Paul made us a tasty dinner, and there’s been cider, and I’m also having a shot of cake vodka, given that tonight pretty much took a hard turn into the land of Fuck Everything. The forecast of instruments being picked up later tonight is also very, very high.

Please keep us in your thoughts, folks. And if anybody finds the son of a bitch who decided to bump up our medical misfortune this year, let me know, okay? I have a heat ray and an itchy trigger finger. >:|

Mirrored from angelahighland.com.

Current status of newmoon: fucked.

I had discovered that the reason the box wasn’t ssh’able upon bootup was that ssh was segfaulting. So were the imap and pop3 daemons, and all of them were bitching about libcrypto.so.0.9.8. Fine, I think, and as per solarbird‘s advice, I decide to pull /usr/lib out of newmoon’s last backup files.

Which went swimmingly until the part where I tried to cut into the extraction from the tar file, which must have been before the damn files were actually extracted properly. Because when I copied them in on top of /usr/lib on newmoon and rebooted, they bitched about being “too short”. And now I can’t even log in to the damn box, even from the console. I try to log in as root, and I never get a password prompt, and it tells me “Invalid login”.

So now I’m going to have to create a Debian Live CD, in the hopes that booting from THAT will let me fix the damn system, and if that doesn’t work I’m going to have to ctrl-alt-fuckit and see if I can just upgrade to the new Debian 6 release. And that’s going to take oh so very long given that the Murkworks’ bandwidth is CRAP. And this is assuming we even keep door and lodestone running, given that we have a Wind Advisory up until 9pm this evening, with the potential of 50mph gusts.

All of which, given that a) I am fighting off a cold and really wanted to curled up under a blanket for most of this afternoon, and b) I wanted to be editing my novel today rather than doing emergency system repair, does NOT have me in a pleasant mood right now. I swear, right here and right now, that the next person who tries to preach to me about how awesome Linux is and how much better off we’d all be running Open Source software is going to get a keyboard shoved down their throat. When it comes to Open Source vs. The Damn Software Works Without Me Having to Google How to Do Every Step of the Process, you know what? I’ll take The Damn Software Works.

Mirrored from annathepiper.org.