That title may seem a little random, and it's true that it really has nothing to do with the post, but allow me to make it make sense. See, for reasons beyond my control (IE, it dun goofed) I had to reset my new computer to it's factory settings. I thought this would be a simple process, taking only a scant few hours. Well it's been eight hours now, and it's only 20% done. As well as being thankful I have my old laptop, I'm also thankful for desktop fans, stopping laptops melting since both of them were around at the same time. Curse you Bill Gates!
Now I've had that little rant, let's get on with what we're here for, a nice little round up.
Tuesday I posted the first essay I wrote for my psych course. It's about how the brain remembers things using mental images, schemas, and...this is kinda funny but I actually forgot. Even knowing how memory works doesn't help me improve mine. Well basically yeah it's about how the brain works to remember things, and has a few tricks to improve your memory. Which apparently only work if you're not me.
Wednesday I got all deep and philosophical and asked that age old question that's plagued bloggers for millennia (or however long blogs have existed, which actually is a lot longer than how long the internet has been around, and MAY be millenia), exactly why do we blog? I got quite a few comments on this post too, mostly about why other people blog. It ended up being a pretty awesome post, and much sharing was had by all. Why do I blog? Well the short version is I feel like I belong here, and I've made friends and gotten to know people.
Thursday was a sort of triumphant return to the world of podcasting. It was something about something, and I'll try harder next time but hey, it's my delightful British accent. I could read a phone book and people would listen. Even if just to hear when I got bored, flipped out, and hit something with the book.
Friday was a live-post (in other words barely anyone read it) about the therapy session I had on Friday. It didn't go so well. I was pretty depressed and so I remained quiet and apathetic for a lot of it. It wouldn't be so bad if it was counseling, and I was allowed to be depressed, but this is CBT, where I'm supposed to be beating the depression and looking ahead to the future. When I got home I had an even rougher time and ended up writing what's going up tomorrow. It's still going up even though it's going to result in collective worrying about me. *le sigh*
Saturday I posted some more of Immortal Space, and now I'm kind of stuck. See it turns out I dropped too many hints that Geoff and Trent are going to be a gay couple, and this actually WASN'T the plan. So now I can take it in that direction, and I can see how it works for the immediate, but it means everything else has to change and can't go how I originally wanted. The original way didn't make too much sense though, I was stuck on what to make the big main bad guy. Every story needs an arch nemesis. I think I'm going to have to stick with the original plan and try and make sense of it all. It kinda sucks I have plans, I'm not writing all of it as I go along, it's just that the plan sucks.
Sunday I posted a few songs that really helped get me through some tough times from a band that definitely got me through some tough times in Stratovarius. Sometimes I have a hard time believing just how long they've been going. They aren't the only band where I feel like that though.
Anyway, that's that for now. See you tomorrow. Tune in to find out why I'm so depressed! Don't worry though, it's all safely repressed now.
Oooh my laptop is at 21% completion.
Slight update: I was awake until about 3AM last night, but it was partly down to things in my brain clicking and now a lot of things in Immortal Space make sense. I have a main villain who has motivation, and I think things are going to make more sense. I haven't decided on how relationships are going to go, but I know how the story itself is going to go.