About the horror flu that is killing us all and particularly the asthmatics among us: I went to get the shot, and in the process found myself talking near-fluent German to German people, in full sentences and without stuttering and forgetting common words. I have no idea how that happened, but it was enlightening. I was chatting with the doctor as she gave me the shot. Who knew I could? And all it took was running late due to failed navigation and trying to find someone who knew where the hell the Dorfstrasse was to be located.

The side-effect of the shot that nobody told me about: crying. I don't know if it was the shot or the lack of sleep that had me so woozy, but I dropped my tray in the cafeteria, and then started crying as I cleaned it up.

Let me point out that I just don't cry. I mean, tears come out of my eyes when I laugh and when I'm angry, but honest crying? I can't even remember when the last time was. But here I was, tears running and the ladies working there trying to comfort me and assuring me that it was no big deal, and I couldn't even pull myself together to tell them that I wasn't upset, and to what extent I was upset it was only because I was standing there in public as a whimpering mess over a broken plate and causing a queue because of it.

Lucky for me that some number of thousand people pass through there every day, and that the chances of anyone present knowing me were slim. I somehow don't think they actually believed me when I tried to explain that I don't normally fall apart over being a clutz.


Back to your scheduled fandom posting
America's image songs were only vaguely less shit than the previews sounded. The music was weird, and by that I mean the Digimon as its worst level of weird (not quite the Gotzumon/Pumpmon song, but getting there. Worse than "Love Seranade". I would have said "gloriously Japanese eighties", but then they're boring on top of it all. Suffice to say, the Tomato Song still reigns unchallenged. But the mini drama was glorious. GLORIOUS.

The bad news is that the computer, after behaving for two weeks, took a turn for shit last night. The good news is that I know for certain now that it is the keyboard that is causing all the grief, and that should be a relatively simple remedy.

( Honduras, now live )

Other people go to movies. I, apparently, go to lectures on Goethe's secularism.

Since that was mostly pitiful nerdery for my part, let's say that today's great news was that I learned that somewhere in this world, there is a manga about Heinrich Heine.

So I posted this to the main comm and most of those who will care to see it will find it there, too. This is for personal keeping.

( More predictable than Prussia deathfic )

Do you know what I did today?

( Suddenly, my life became anime )

I played three games on a 9x9 board and my brain was fried. I'm so going back there next week ♥

State of affairs: computer will mostly not boot, at all. But sometimes it does, and when it does, it works fine. I suspect that the only remedy left for me would be to physically remove the keyboard, and at that point I might just as well get it in on service, a task which would have been so much easier if the OS hadn't been running on a language I suspect I'll be hard-pressed to find any local servicemen competent in.

Happier things: The last chapter of xxxHolic is probably the fluffiest thing that CLAMP has produced yet. I'm pretty sure it beats Cardcaptor Sakura and Kobato and Suki and even Wish at its worst in amount of sugar. See for yourselves.

( And then the one with all the music )

Well that was depressing, and possibly an indicator that learning French might be worth it just so I can find out how the hell that placement even is possible.

The keyboard? Works at the moment, writes Speshul Norwegian Characters instead of the Speshul German Characters that are printed on the keys. It's almost a bit of a downer after my zen wore off and I spent the afternoon stressing about writing my thesis without something to write it on and going "life before the internet. I remember it now. It was lonely".

I still don't know whether or not the computer will be booting normally after I turn it off now, but I have at least salvaged the important parts of my harddrive.

The good thing: I discovered what it is that made the liquorice Yogi tea so good: Süßholz, a remedy that has no proper English name that I can discover but does appear to have something to do with liquorice. It is really special and really good and assam + star anise + Süßholz = fine living. And unlike the Yogi tea, it has tea in it, too.

The bad thing: my keyboard is not immune.

The good thing: the computer still runs without problems.

The bad thing: the keyboard, being fucked-up-but-not-dead, won't let me do essential tasks like logging onto my main account or use the internet for anything else than TVtropes surfing. And is also messing up in other ways when it keeps on pressing the F10 button all on its own.

Status: bought a USB keyboard with useful characters like "ß". Am having trouble booting and haven't been able to log onto my main account. Already looking at pretty new netbooks with Windows 7, but my main priority ATM is getting onto the computer proper in order to do a backup.

This is annoying, but I'm honestly surprised at how little I am panicking. This post is the most whining I've done yet, all under the pretense of letting you people know that there is a good chance you'll hear even less than usual from me the next couple of months.

I guess from tomorrow, I'll enjoy life without a PC.