The hills are alive...

Decided to put a few piano recordings up on t'Interwebs because I was bored. It's mostly my arrangements of video game music at the moment, but I'll probably diversify once I get a bit of practice in. I put a 5 most recent widget in the sidebar, but if you want to check out the whole lot it's at https://soundcloud.com/sickcuchulainn.

Been feeling pretty okay as of late - while I've been very mood-swingy, my average has tended towards being happier (also possibly TMI, but incredibly horny too), and I've been motivated into actually doing things - been on the piano more, also done a big tidy up/rearrangement of the flat, and am making a concerted effort in learning SharpDX. Oh, and me & Will have both given up smoking - decided to try electronic cigs and it appears to be working - got them on Tuesday and neither of us have even wanted a real cig since then. Not bad considering I had a 30 a day habit.

Also got an appointment with the CPN next month looking towards trying cognitive behavioural therapy - might be useful, who knows?

So, switching doctors...

When you go to the doctors because your mood has been lurching all over the shop for days and, in a last-ditch attempt to control it, you try the meds you stopped taking ages ago only for them to make things infinitely worse (and also give you a dead leg for some reason), and when you ask them to try to undo the mess said tablets have exacerbated their solution is for you to KEEP TAKING THE FUCKING THINGS AND REFER YOU BACK TO THE CLUELESS WITCH DOCTOR CHARLATAN WHO SUGGESTED FUCKING REIKI INSTEAD OF ACTUAL TREATMENT-yeah, think it's time.

I'm not dead...

Just haven't felt like posting in a while (or rather, I've felt like it, got as far as a draft and then just went "fuck it, no-one will care anyway" - yay depression). Anyway yeah... still alive, although haven't really been up to much of note.

 

I'll try to post something more substantial soon.

Well, that… was easy actually.

The backup system I was using (basically, dump everything into dated folders every night over SMB) was pretty wasteful of disc space and hard to find specific revisions in, so I’ve changed it to something more snazzy (Mercurial repositories).

And while I was on I made the server from scratch. As you do. (I did actually have valid reasons – I much prefer administering Arch to Debian, and the amount of things I ended up wanting to change (lighttpd to nginx, MySQL to MariaDB, move to btrfs…) meant it was as good an excuse as any to switch distro). Yay for that intoxicating new server smell. :D

I am having problems getting mysqldump to do so in table-sized chunks though, which would be a better fit for the revision-control-based backup system. It’s saying it can’t write to the file/folder (even when I made said folder chmod –R 0666). Any ideas?

A few bits and bobs…

I have rainbow hair now, as does Will:

(yes, it was for Pride and yes, we liked it enough to keep it afterwards although it’s getting slightly washed out-looking now)

Pride was fun – for once it didn’t piss it down (quite the opposite in fact – sunburn was had by all). Sad that Glenn couldn’t stay long enough to go, but Geraint (a friend from deviantART) was with us, apparently his first time at Pride ever.

He got rainbowed too:

Oh, and on Saturday I proposed to Will. He said yes. :D

Home again, home again…

Got back about half an hour ago, complete with our new pet for the week, Glenn. Sad to see the back of Ireland, but all things being well that won’t be a problem for much longer. :)

Didn’t get as much done as we’d have liked thanks to BAD THINGS happening to the car – it decided enough was enough on our third day there or so, and it turned out the fuel pump’s wiring had broke. So Will, Glenn’s brother and his friend fixed it (at much risk of exploding, apparently) only for the hose going into (or out of, not sure which colour does what) the pump not to go back in again. That was fixed with judicious use of stiff wire and silicone and it seemed to be the end of it, but then when we went to get fuelled up to come back the tank managed to pop its top and spill petrol all over the place – apparently it wasn’t screwed on tight enough. Cue the most terrifying drive in history back to Glenn’s where David again did awesome things and got us back on the road; we haven’t exploded yet so it’s probably good.

In other news, we found out how to go about moving there – apparently we need an Ireland address before we can get a bank account, NI number equivalent (can’t remember what it’s called) or pretty much anything. So that needs to be sorted first.

T minus…um… SOON

Heading off to Ireland for the week in about 2 hours – made the flat somewhat tidy, put cat & server maintenance instructions on the wall for mam, got my email working again (apparently I’d screwed up the DNS so it was getting sucked into a black hole)… think we’re about ready. :)