Challenge #02989-H066: One Somber Free Time in the Soft Corner

A: I thought this was your dedicated study time?

B: …my brain is too full of sad to fit any more information right now… – Anon Guest

It was easy to tell when Human Jori was having a bad day. They were magnetically attracted to the Soft Corner, and burrowed in. Not to sleep, but to be comfortable and, if truly stressed, entertain themselves with simple things meant for children.

Jori was deep in the beanbags, burrowed under the weighted blanket, and watching Tinky Funkerbeans in Fairyland on hir datareader[1]. The theme tune was unmistakable, as were the eye-bleeding colours that leaked out of the gaps in Jori’s fortress of softness.

Companion Gesh crouched by Jori’s head, visible only as a tuft of amber-dyed hair. “Is this not your hours of learning? Are you not feeling well?”

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Bad news

My computer is dying.

It’s limping along for about twenty minutes or so before it crashes and has to cool down.

Which means I have just enough time to write in my blog before it’s out of commission again.

30 March. Sic transit gloria mundi.

And since we’re saving our shekels so I can have a holiday, blogging is going to be low priority. As is Facebook and minecraft. All my projects are officially on hold until further notice.

I can write about life, here, but since I’ll be doing so on my tablet from now on, it’s going to be slightly arduous. Yes, I have the Tumblr app. I have not played with it yet, so I don’t know if it’s going to make me do the paragraph tags so I don’t have a pure wall of text for a blog entry.

What I do know is that it won’t let me re-order my queue. That’s a desktop-only privilege that is grudgingly loaned to laptops as well since they’re technically “real” computers and not glorified tech toys.

Seriously, Apple… You spent a lot of money on developing the iPad - why not give it more functionality and let people decide what’s convenient for them?

But I digress.

Any text entry could be the last before my mac finally turns its metaphorical toes up. After that, eleven days of ponies before normal rambling resumes.

Be prepared.

It doesn’t mean I have nothing to say. It just means that saying it has now become massively inconvenient.