It has not been a profitable evening.
For ages I wrestled with a website that promised to let me stream something if I downloaded a codec. I did, but it acted like I hadn't done anything. So I tried again, and ended up with a new version of RealPlayer in addition to the codec. It still wouldn't work and made me download another player. I did, but when that also wouldn't make it work and said for me to download another one, I was justifiably infuriated and uninstalled the players, which I had never really wanted in the first place. I wonder if there's really anything to stream on that site or if it's just a big fake. Sometimes I saw the streaming device in the browser window, but it wouldn't load and insisted the components weren't there even though I installed what it told me to. And before anyone asks, I did close the browser, and even the computer, in between each installation in case it needed a restart to work. And those of you who know me should know by now how much I despise restarting. Those of you who know me should also know I would never go through these kinds of hoops if it wasn't for something I seriously wanted very badly. I still haven't got to see it.
So by that point I was outraged. Then I discover that I had somehow overlooked a journal post that was my only notification that something had been posted that I had highly encouraged and was eager to read. I don't know how I missed it for five days. I rarely ever miss journal posts. And I find it highly frustrating that the one I missed was the one for something I really wanted to read. I've been very busy and in a fog the last few days, but the fic was top priority. I dropped everything and went to read it when I realized what had happened, which I would have done days ago if I'd known.
I was so frustrated that I'd missed that, on top of dealing with that rotten website and some other frustrations I probably won't mention here, that I actually exclaimed to someone in a private conversation "How the he** did I miss that?!" (Yes, that's how I put it, including the asterisks.) Suffice it to say, that means I was very angry with myself. Previously, when I've been angry enough that I've felt like saying something like that, I've **bleeped** the whole word instead of using part of it. Even though I have a bad habit of swearing in frustration to myself, I've always managed to restrain myself from doing it online.
At least, since I'd finally become aware of the fic's existence, I was able to read it. It was everything I'd hoped for and looked forward to, and more. That was one bright spot in an evening of frustrations.
And I think part 2 of the Baby Face revision fic is so long that I lost one of my readers at the Yahoo Group. That's when I know something is too long. I really wanted everything that was in the second part to be in it, but if it's just so long that people don't have time to read it then I've made an error. I was trying to cut down the length of the parts, but it was still too much.
While I was fighting with that wretched website I read some of the tales in my book of supposedly true ghost stories from the Old West. I ended up with a plunnie of some people stumbling into a creepy old house that's haunted by a malicious spirit. After they have a number of disturbing experiences, they flee the house in horror. Then they stumble across someone (possibly Tony or Vince) who tells them that it's inhabited by Baby Face Morales, who was killed in a gang war and still seeks revenge on the ones who killed him.
For ages I wrestled with a website that promised to let me stream something if I downloaded a codec. I did, but it acted like I hadn't done anything. So I tried again, and ended up with a new version of RealPlayer in addition to the codec. It still wouldn't work and made me download another player. I did, but when that also wouldn't make it work and said for me to download another one, I was justifiably infuriated and uninstalled the players, which I had never really wanted in the first place. I wonder if there's really anything to stream on that site or if it's just a big fake. Sometimes I saw the streaming device in the browser window, but it wouldn't load and insisted the components weren't there even though I installed what it told me to. And before anyone asks, I did close the browser, and even the computer, in between each installation in case it needed a restart to work. And those of you who know me should know by now how much I despise restarting. Those of you who know me should also know I would never go through these kinds of hoops if it wasn't for something I seriously wanted very badly. I still haven't got to see it.
So by that point I was outraged. Then I discover that I had somehow overlooked a journal post that was my only notification that something had been posted that I had highly encouraged and was eager to read. I don't know how I missed it for five days. I rarely ever miss journal posts. And I find it highly frustrating that the one I missed was the one for something I really wanted to read. I've been very busy and in a fog the last few days, but the fic was top priority. I dropped everything and went to read it when I realized what had happened, which I would have done days ago if I'd known.
I was so frustrated that I'd missed that, on top of dealing with that rotten website and some other frustrations I probably won't mention here, that I actually exclaimed to someone in a private conversation "How the he** did I miss that?!" (Yes, that's how I put it, including the asterisks.) Suffice it to say, that means I was very angry with myself. Previously, when I've been angry enough that I've felt like saying something like that, I've **bleeped** the whole word instead of using part of it. Even though I have a bad habit of swearing in frustration to myself, I've always managed to restrain myself from doing it online.
At least, since I'd finally become aware of the fic's existence, I was able to read it. It was everything I'd hoped for and looked forward to, and more. That was one bright spot in an evening of frustrations.
And I think part 2 of the Baby Face revision fic is so long that I lost one of my readers at the Yahoo Group. That's when I know something is too long. I really wanted everything that was in the second part to be in it, but if it's just so long that people don't have time to read it then I've made an error. I was trying to cut down the length of the parts, but it was still too much.
While I was fighting with that wretched website I read some of the tales in my book of supposedly true ghost stories from the Old West. I ended up with a plunnie of some people stumbling into a creepy old house that's haunted by a malicious spirit. After they have a number of disturbing experiences, they flee the house in horror. Then they stumble across someone (possibly Tony or Vince) who tells them that it's inhabited by Baby Face Morales, who was killed in a gang war and still seeks revenge on the ones who killed him.