My work laptop decided to run up the white flag so I've had to move to my mother's old work laptop. It's exactly the same as mine, but when that one forgets how to connect to the wifi, it doesn't reboot at the same time and then lose the whole modem.
It does have a couple of other things though. Like the way it sometimes makes random slurping noises. There was a Commodore 64 game when I was a little kid called Flip & Flop and roughly half the levels involve being chased by an upside-down net, and it makes almost exactly the same noise. The odd thing about it though is it comes from the right-hand side of the laptop, while the sound card and speaker socket are on the left...
Well, so long as it doesn't electrocute me it's all good.
It'll probably electrocute me.
The biggest issue I have with it is one of personal preference. I'm one of those people who has to invert their controller's vertical axis or they end up staring up at the sky in whatever game they're playing, and this extends to my laptops too: I invert the trackpad, so I push up on the pad and my screen scrolls down.
My mother is not one of those people, so instead of scrolling down the page, I usually end up failing to move anywhere, or, if I've forgotten and managed to get halfway down the shooting up the page instead. It's quietly frustrating; I'll probably surreptitiously invert it and then swap it back when I give it back. Or forget. I'll probably forget. Maybe we should see how long it'll be before she notices.
T-minus 6 days until new laptop arrives.
I managed to have simultaneously the weirdest and most generic time-travel dream last night. I won't go into it, but it was serious B-movie fodder. This is clearly what I get for watching Silent Hill: Revelation and then listening to ten minutes of a Chronicles of St. Mary's audiobook.
I'm half-tempted to write it, but it means 1. that I'd have to write and 2. I don't know the ending because some idiots decided to stop and gab outside the window while their dogs yap-yap-yap-yapped incessantly. Because responsible dog ownership and neighbourhood skills are like good parenting around here: just not fashionable.
I had to get out of bed and check though, 'cause if it was the moron who lets his Yorkshire terriers chase my cats over my own fucking property I'd have probably ended up punching him. Not just because, y'know, my cats and my property, but because if he's so fucking incapable of controlling his dogs there's a good chance they'll run into the road and get hit by a car (because what're speed limits?).
Moron shouldn't be allowed dogs if he isn't going to look after then properly.
Asexual, aromantic, and transmasc non-binary. No, I have no idea how I ended up writing romance either.