Compartment of time
How gingerly he takes the CD from the tray and gently slides it into the envelope.
Worth it's wait in gold, it is.
World of Warcraft installation disc 1.
The anticipation is palpable.
With bated breath, he stares at the screen.
Installing "terrain.MPQ"
The progress slider slowing sliding.
Every pixel the promise of something fantastic.
With all his might he wills it to install faster.
Wisely, he corrects the direction of his will so it installs correctly
All good things to those who wait.
A watched pot never boils.
But those pixels keep changing.
This is not a race, it is destiny.
Somewhere, a very confused warlock awaits his user.
After all this way, for the user to suddenly vanish, is... unfair.
To be lvl 32 for days is humiliating.
The 'locks he had once advised are now in a position to advise him.
There **Giant "THUD!" as the installer prompts for disc 3** is much to do...
Not as gingerly this time, disc 3 is inserted. There's no time for ginger. There's only time for efficiency.
A glance around the room reminds him that, while the game installs, he could be feeding his fish, which he does.
Fishy darts around frantically in anticipation. Where is the food? There's the food which fishy gobbles up. Fishy had a problem eating food when first acquired by his girlfriend, Selena. Fishy would not eat the full size pellets. Fishy would suck one into mouth, make a couple gagging/swallowing motions, and then shoot the piece of food back out whole. Now fishy eats like Pac-Man. Which, as of now, is fishy's official name.
There are a couple different Pac-Man games out for Nintendo DS. Almost immediately after seeing the Pac-"Men" on the shelf, he was listening to a song by Bloodhound Gang for the first time which has a cameo ***THUD!!! Please insert the CD labeled "World of Warcraft Disc 4:*** of Pac-Man.
Disk 3 was comfortingly warm when removed from the drive. While there are many things which can be warm, it reminded him of fresh laundry. He couldn't believe he sat here typing as Disc 4 lay in the open CD tray. "Sorry".
Just two more to go, and though the math is halfway, he knows there's much downloading and and defragmenting which must take place before the game is ready to launch finally. He hopes he can adhere tightly to the schedule of meeting Dustin at 6 to hang out and see if Dustin can patch the HD from the dead laptop into a laptop of his own in order to retrieve the data contained therein.
He thinks of an old blog-friend, Venessa, who was a very good friend for a while, but inexplicably drifted away. He wishes her well, and wonders if somehow he had something to do with her distance.
The people come and go, don't they? Or is it me? It sure doesn't seem like me. It doesn't seem to me that I inexplicably drift away. I'm trying really hard to be critical and possibly see it for what it is instead of what my drunk ego may wish to see...
I look around and think about.. nothing. It was a failure. The computer did nothing because there was no program to load. I wish that was my case with the laptop, but had that not happened, I wouldn't be sitting here in front of this monstrosity.
Dual cores
He wonders what's in his email. It must be at least a week since he checked all his various accounts for all his partitioned activities.
It must be weeks since he's sat down to just enjoy reading his friends' blogs. He heard about Carmel's blog about Christian love from Selena and wonders what he's going to find when he goes there. He would very much like to write a post for the God Conference, as his friend Jon who was today made a member, has posted.
The question of this all.... is ***THUD!!!!!*** ...easily interrupted by this all, humourously enough. He is reminded of Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life.
He is really sad about the data loss on the lappy. There was MUCH that was "in the works". Various posts for this blog, two long compositions for the God Conference, what must have amounted to about 20 screenshots from WoW for the Pwn Starz blog... all gone unless it can be recovered.
"Well, Doctor? What's the news?"
"I'm afraid your harddrive has crashed."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!! !NOT THE DRIVE!!"
**MUSIC STARTS**
The installation is complete. This post is complete.
Worth it's wait in gold, it is.
World of Warcraft installation disc 1.
The anticipation is palpable.
With bated breath, he stares at the screen.
Installing "terrain.MPQ"
The progress slider slowing sliding.
Every pixel the promise of something fantastic.
With all his might he wills it to install faster.
Wisely, he corrects the direction of his will so it installs correctly
All good things to those who wait.
A watched pot never boils.
But those pixels keep changing.
This is not a race, it is destiny.
Somewhere, a very confused warlock awaits his user.
After all this way, for the user to suddenly vanish, is... unfair.
To be lvl 32 for days is humiliating.
The 'locks he had once advised are now in a position to advise him.
There **Giant "THUD!" as the installer prompts for disc 3** is much to do...
Not as gingerly this time, disc 3 is inserted. There's no time for ginger. There's only time for efficiency.
A glance around the room reminds him that, while the game installs, he could be feeding his fish, which he does.
Fishy darts around frantically in anticipation. Where is the food? There's the food which fishy gobbles up. Fishy had a problem eating food when first acquired by his girlfriend, Selena. Fishy would not eat the full size pellets. Fishy would suck one into mouth, make a couple gagging/swallowing motions, and then shoot the piece of food back out whole. Now fishy eats like Pac-Man. Which, as of now, is fishy's official name.
There are a couple different Pac-Man games out for Nintendo DS. Almost immediately after seeing the Pac-"Men" on the shelf, he was listening to a song by Bloodhound Gang for the first time which has a cameo ***THUD!!! Please insert the CD labeled "World of Warcraft Disc 4:*** of Pac-Man.
Disk 3 was comfortingly warm when removed from the drive. While there are many things which can be warm, it reminded him of fresh laundry. He couldn't believe he sat here typing as Disc 4 lay in the open CD tray. "Sorry".
Just two more to go, and though the math is halfway, he knows there's much downloading and and defragmenting which must take place before the game is ready to launch finally. He hopes he can adhere tightly to the schedule of meeting Dustin at 6 to hang out and see if Dustin can patch the HD from the dead laptop into a laptop of his own in order to retrieve the data contained therein.
He thinks of an old blog-friend, Venessa, who was a very good friend for a while, but inexplicably drifted away. He wishes her well, and wonders if somehow he had something to do with her distance.
The people come and go, don't they? Or is it me? It sure doesn't seem like me. It doesn't seem to me that I inexplicably drift away. I'm trying really hard to be critical and possibly see it for what it is instead of what my drunk ego may wish to see...
I look around and think about.. nothing. It was a failure. The computer did nothing because there was no program to load. I wish that was my case with the laptop, but had that not happened, I wouldn't be sitting here in front of this monstrosity.
Dual cores
He wonders what's in his email. It must be at least a week since he checked all his various accounts for all his partitioned activities.
It must be weeks since he's sat down to just enjoy reading his friends' blogs. He heard about Carmel's blog about Christian love from Selena and wonders what he's going to find when he goes there. He would very much like to write a post for the God Conference, as his friend Jon who was today made a member, has posted.
The question of this all.... is ***THUD!!!!!*** ...easily interrupted by this all, humourously enough. He is reminded of Monty Python's The Meaning Of Life.
He is really sad about the data loss on the lappy. There was MUCH that was "in the works". Various posts for this blog, two long compositions for the God Conference, what must have amounted to about 20 screenshots from WoW for the Pwn Starz blog... all gone unless it can be recovered.
"Well, Doctor? What's the news?"
"I'm afraid your harddrive has crashed."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!! !NOT THE DRIVE!!"
**MUSIC STARTS**
The installation is complete. This post is complete.
