I finally got my computer from Steve yesterday. I sorta had to take it from him with the DVD drivers not fully installed, but at this point I really don’t give a damn. The suppliers from which he bought the case, processor, and motherboard, STILL haven’t delivered those parts, so he put together a loaner for me until they arrive. Hence, my previous subject line: buy from Dell. I was deliberating over build-your-own vs. company manufacturing, and the time and stress that it takes waiting for your own computer is not worth the $200 saved. The reason I was pissed off earlier was because Steve said he’d have the computer for me the day before AND the morning that I posted it, and instead, he disappeared off to the Renaissance Faire. So I followed his golden rule of “you want something done, do it yourself” and installed the rest of the drivers, the soon-to-be-Linux partition, and all my software myself.
Saturday night was a really stupid DDR tourney at Pleasanton Q-Zar. The atmosphere was nice, and the Extreme and 5th Mix machines they had there were beest qualluhtyyy, but I didn’t drive an hour to see this guy, who was banned from the DDR Freak community, make a mockery of what some people might take more seriously. I mean, it cost to enter the tournament anyway, so the least we could do was get some accurate (and timely) judging. At least we got a free game of Q-Zar laser tag afterwards (after Sophie, Annie, and I snuck in :P).
Sunday was spent stressing over my computer arriving, and then cooling off for the rest of the day and moving all of my files and programs over. I even got to spend some time playing Priston Tale, a free MMORPG. That’s sorta fun-like.
Today, my sister and I met up at the mall with James, where I was to then pick up a girl who’s visiting from England. The whole premise was pretty weird – my mom was at a party and must have mentioned that I play DDR, then the people who threw the party said that their daughter plays DDR, and then my mom suggested I invite her for a few games. Well as I thought, the girl, Carrie, had only played it once or twice, but it was nice to get to know someone new. I told her about events like Oasis Fridays and the like, which make Marin less boring.
The amazing thing about LiveJournal is that it’s a place for attention. You get a lot of people “subscribing” to your journal and they have to read what you want them all to hear. Yet it’s not like you’ll usually get useful feedback from those who read it. Someone on LJ once said to me “sympathize, don’t criticize,” and I think that’s completely wrong. You won’t get ANYWHERE without criticism, or as I like to call it, analysis and suggestions. If you write posts that get replies like “it’s okay, we’re all here for you, everything’s going to be okay,” does that really help the state you’re in in the long run?