The Ink-Pot and the Palette

Seriously, I've spent so many hours in the past few days resetting and re-flashing my Windows Mobile phone and generally trying to get it to behave, that if I were actually PAID for those hours, I could buy a new phone.

At one point, I was so stressed out that I was imagining smashing the damn phone and grinding it under my heel. maybe riding my bike over it a few times for good measure. then going to some creepy phone store in a mall and putting a new one on my credit card.

Why, you may wonder, do I do shit like this? Well, it wasn't working right. It started misbehaving in ways that a simple reset wouldn't fix. Apps that were working fine before started seizing up, etc., etc. And I really can't justify a new phone till the end of the year.

Five more minutes or so, and all my content should be transfered back onto the memory card, and I can see whether this fourth full system re-flash has worked, or whether I have to get out my bike.

I don't care what the forecast says. I can tell you that the weather is changing because my head has felt like someone's sticking ice-picks in it since this afternoon, and three ibuprofen tablets are barely touching it. rrrrrrr.

I just watched the first three episodes of Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles and now I feel silly and bad for ignoring it while it was actually on, because it's good! Good and Bechdel-passing. And scary.

And in wonderful news, I'm back in writing mode! Yay! Have developed a bunch of Part IV of Restraint and am finding where I need to put the stakes down for the ending of Part III. If you're following the story, spread the word: it's moving again after a brief commercial interruption from Writer's Block®.