the diary of antoine roquentin

I actually decided to try to make Windows work (because I wanted to blog about this weekend) and it absolutely won’t install. It gives me the following error: “Windows cannot install onto partition ‘Future Boot’ because it is not a Windows compatible partition) which is total bullshit. It’s a Windows NT Filesystem partition which is what XP prefers. Fucking bastards.

I’m buying the first Intel-based Mac and throwing this thing in the fucking Dumpster (Dumpster meaning eBay, of course). It’s an amazingly capable system when it’s actually running, but this fucking thing has been giving me more trouble than it’s worth lately. Grr. I’m surfing eBay for iMacs, but I should just wait. I just need to not blog for eight days until MacWorld. If they do unveil new Intel-based Macs, eBay will be flooded with old PowerBooks and Mac Minis that I could pick up cheaply. I’m just infuriated with how buggy the SATA support is on XP and how tedious and annoying the setup process is. Maybe I’ll just buy a Mac Mini to tide me over until Macworld, but it wouldn’t arrive until after the conference. Fuck. My wrists hurt and I need to express my thoughts. And Microsoft is the reason. Motherfuckers. I can’t think things through unless I can write about them. I’m trapped in this disgusting meatbag that holds my brain. Fuck. I’m going to try to make this piece of shit work again, but I will only succeed in infuriating myself.

Categories: Ennui

I would write a lengthy post about this weekend’s adventures, but I can’t seem to boot into Windows and I don’t really have the time to troubleshoot it tonight. Why is it that my bootleg pre-pre-pre-release copy of Mac OS works better than Windows XP? I seriously want a refund. Anyway, long story short, I didn’t get to see Kelly due to the insane weather (there was this big mudslide on Hwy. 101 at Confusion Hill that still hasn’t been cleared). But I did get to spend a whole bunch of time with Brian. I am totally enamored with him and I don’t know why. It’s not like, creepy enamored, I just love hanging out with him and he likes to cuddle and isn’t an asshole and such. Well, more details tomorrow. Tonight is sleep. It’s going to be weird sleeping alone. Oh well, I’d better get used to being alone, I knew all that gratuitous cuddling couldn’t last. I can’t wait until Friday! Is it creepy that I’m going to spend next weekend down there too? I need a laptop.

Categories: Ennui