emily ca.

Stuck in computing-purgatory (aka the old machine, on which I am now more than usually aware of why it is the Old Machine), so I am, of course, making good use of my time not trying to retrieve several weeks' worth of writing from my email folders and put it back into the Scrivener doc where it belongs, nor writing, nor drawing. Instead, I am trolling Tumblr and random links.

And so, I bring you two things from Avengers fandom that are highly amusing to me:

Avengers Cocktails - Good luck having all of the ingredients for ANY of these on hand, if your liquor cabinet is anything like mine (wherein if I like something, it disappears, and then I never remember to go to the liquor store to replenish...), but some of the ideas are quite cute. As are the illustrations.

Or, better yet, Avengers cologne. No, seriously. I'm a little peeved they don't seem to have a description up for Mischief, but all the others sound surprisingly pleasant for mainstream perfumes. I'm eyeballing my giant box of BPAL and thinking to myself "No, you are not allowed to branch out into mainstream stuff, even when they're pinging your geek-love. Especially not when all but your least favorite are men's scents, because you know you never really wear most manly-type scents, even from BPAL where they are largely androgynous, and The Boy does not really want you foisting cologne on him purely because you want to smell it. You have whole bottles of Dee, Hellboy, Trevor Bruttenholm, and Abe Sapien if you really want to smell like a guy for the day. So no." :P

..........Yes, these are the mental conversations I have with myself. Those, and the one that says "You'd better go do that beer sacrifice you talked about, or you're risking ending up with another computer crisis. And you know you don't want that."

(And in case anyone is thinking that I'm taking this whole Avengers-Loki!obsession a little too far, allow me to direct you toward a totally unrelated computer crisis almost exactly 8 years ago, as immortalized in my LJ. The God of Computers and I have a long history. Mostly of me doing or saying stupid things and then realizing a few hours later that I should really keep my mouth shut. The whole "Puddle of Mud" thing was a total red herring... and a really long story. Pay no attention. ...Man, but I was a high-strung twit in college, wasn't I?)

Apparently there was something wrong with the solid-state hard-drive we put into my new computer. Last night it randomly decided that it did not want to communicate with the rest of the machine anymore, and even BIOS couldn't find it. Um. Tech Support (AKA The Boy) has already ordered a new one, and we'll try hooking up the old hard drive to his old laptop tonight to see if it can read... and I'll check my external hard-drive, to see whether my recent writing work has been saving there or on the now-dead internal. It's possible it's been saving to the external... I don't remember. May have to have the co-writer email me the stuff I've done recently... fortunately I've been working pretty exclusively on our communal stuff.

Either way, insult to injury - I'm pretty sure that's the loss of the last 17 days on my trial of Corel Paint 12, AND the sketch that I was working on Saturday night that I whined on Facebook about having to restart once already. Ouch.

...Actually, the real insult-to-injury note (petty as it is) may be that the ruffles on my favorite shirt got screwed up in the wash. Least important thing in the whole entry, but it does kind of piss me off. *headdesk*

On the heels of major Avengers joy, The Boy and I just saw Thor. ...Turns out, probably a good thing we didn't see it before The Avengers.

( Thor: RAAAAGHHHH! Loki: What are you doing?! Me: ...Yeah, I'm with him. )