Bleh

I still haven't hooked up the speakers that came with the new computer. There's a microphone too, and an application called TalkItTypeIt that would let me dictate to the machine. I haven't hooked up the microphone, either, so I don't know how badly the program would mangle my words. And when I first booted the machine up, I was asked if I wanted to register my copy of Windows then, but I declined as I was not hooked up to the Internet yet. The offer has never been repeated, and now I can't figure out how to register it. The Micro$oft web site is (of course) no help at all. I don't suppose it absolutely has to be registered- most copies probably aren't- but I've been feeling a bit OCD-ish about it and would like to get it done. I have no idea why I'm not feeling OCD-ish about the speakers and microphone.

The evening clouds departed early, letting the nearly-full moon appear and outshine the stars, and fill the woods with shadows. It seemed hardly any time at all before it set, and now birds are chirping in the morning twilight. I have a remarkable sense of unaccomplishment. I do believe that my spring fever is flaring up again, and my brain will remain mushy for the next couple of days. My advice would be to ignore me. I will ignore me, too.

Nice

If the weather were like this all year, I'd be very comfortable, but I'd probably soon be bored, as well. Perfection is fine, in moderation, but I require some variety and occasional outright displeasure if I am not to slip into perpetual lassitude. Even this single day of vernal delights led me to waste time in pointless woolgathering.

I wonder if beetles of the sort I saw munching dust from the door jamb the other day would remove the dust from my room for me, if they took up abode here in sufficient numbers? I wonder if there is anything I could do to induce them to become my permanent guests? I'm finding it tedious to keep removing the accumulated micro-detritus from my keyboard, in particular. The new keyboard is black, and shows the dust more clearly than did Sluggo's pale keyboard. On the other hand, the black mouse will be unlikely to show the finger grime which disfigures Sluggo's pale mouse.

Also, I've decided that LJ looks better in Firefox than it does in Opera, though I find Opera more convenient because of its handy built-in e-mail client. Firefix also handles image files from LJ Scrapbook properly, and Opera does not. But Opera works with the Aspell spelling checker, and Firefox does not. For now, I'm keeping an instance of each open all the time. Two browsers open at once! Take that, Sluggo!