Utto nye usabia atoonyoba?

[freckles_and_doubt]

Hah! in the last week I have vanquished my personal techno-jinx sufficiently to (a) persuade my DVD burner to burn DVDs after a year of software tantrum (by fiddling with the settings, particularly a perfectly obvious CD/DVD selection tab I'd never noticed before), and (b) persuade my headset to register actual sound in both directions (by fiddling with the settings, including a whole bunch of arcane and labyrinthine defaults which were persuading the system to put its nose in the air and refuse to recognise the existence of the microphone). I feel empowered, she says, shaking her tiny fist at the techno-cosmic wossnames. Of course the vainglorious parading of this sort of success infallibly means that I'll arrive home this evening to discover that every electronic gadget in the house has been stolen by Jawas, but hey, I will have my moment of triumph.

I am still turning into a lizard, fortunately not of the itchy variety. Currently I have a sort of reddish, leathery slash across my neck, as though I'd tried extremely inexpertly to saw through my jugular with a very blunt spoon¹. I'm not sure if this is heat rash, stress rash, some sort of plague or pox, an allergy or simple bodily cussedness, but bored now. Today the techno-jinx, tomorrow my own stupid body.

¹This is, for no adequately defined reason, giving me Angela Carter flashbacks. Her Bluebeard re-telling, "The Bloody Chamber", has the heroine wearing "a choker of rubies, two inches wide, like an extraordinarily precious slit throat", which I think must be almost exactly the inverse, metaphorically speaking, of what's afflicting me.

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[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

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[extemporanea.livejournal.com]

The Jawa for "Wanna buy a used droid?"

Naturally.

[wolverine-nun.livejournal.com]

:D
* chortles madly *