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i'm asking for things, lots of things
children of dune - leto 1
seperis
My life sucks. I mean, not in a terrible way, just in ordinary ways that still make it suck.

And one super-annoying way that someone, please God, knows how to fix.

1.) My CDRW and DVD player are not installed. I mean, they are no longer there according to my computer. Here is what it says about them under Device Manager.

Windows cannot load the device driver for this hardware. The driver may be corrupted or missing. (Code 39)

I uninstalled and ran the reinstller, then uninstalled and restarted and tried to install, *then* panicked. The CDs are my computers only real outlet into civilzation--I don't even have a working disk drive anymore, since I gave up on it after getting the CDRW. So no, I can't pop out the XP Pro disk and use it to get the drivers.

I *can* however, access the other computer hooked into mine. I tried to use it to reinstall the drivers, but that so didn't work you'd be shocked.

Advice would be nice. No, really. I have at least three more months until I can get a new one, and I really don't want this one to die. Really.

2.) Saw guy today. Very hot. Works for sears.com. Did I mention he's hot? One day, I shall be smooth and stumble up and be able to *introduce* myself. Instead of hovering a few feet away, objectifying him behind his back.

Though that *is* kind of amusing, in a sad, fangirl, geek way. I've learned instamindporn. It's when you sit a few feet from someone, stare at them, and imagine them naked doing oh so many things. Or just naked. Though honestly, those pants were doing some of the job for me.

*re-reads that* You know, when I say it like that, it sounds a lot creepier than it is. Or maybe it's just as creepy as it is. I don't mind anymore. I've grown beyond such trifles as, say, good taste and normality. Bah.

3.) For the life of me, I cannot find any Brian pictures I can objectify into icons to gape over. Anyone have icons or pictures? Please? With sugar on top?

4.) Dental visit Monday. Yes, you all know the drill. One root canal, one root treatment, one temporary cap, one day of blissful numbness, and serious complaining for the next two days. My dental issues have actually become the most interesting part of me. That is *really* sad.

God, just going to go curl up somewhere and imagine Daphne having to explain things to Justin. Cause, whoa. Just whoa.


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I've learned instamindporn. It's when you sit a few feet from someone, stare at them, and imagine them naked doing oh so many things. Or just naked.

I am glad I am not the only one who does that.

Though, in my case, I don't recall doing any voluntary imagining.

Still difficult to look them in the eye, afterwards IMHO. o_O

*snickers*

Trust me, the eyes were pretty but not where my gaze was fixing.

I'm *so* going to hell.

Justin is standing in the loft, his tone conveying absolute incredulity.  "You fucked Daphne?"

Brian looks up from his computer, and makes a little so-what shrug.  "You did."

"That's totally different!"  Justin protests.  "She asked me to."

Brian snorts.  "Like I forced myself on her."

* * *

Come online and play with me before I have to go to bed... ::coaxes:: More temptation:

* * *

Michael doesn't get it at first.  "You donated sperm to *Daphne*?"  He says incredulously.  "Isn't she kind of young to have a baby?"

Eventually, though, Michael is excited about the prospect, because this means both of them will have newborns at the same time.

* * *

Brian changes his life insurance policy, so that half of it now goes to Lindsay and half to Daphne.  He doesn't tell anyone, but when Lindsay gets the notification in the mail, Melanie comes to tell him.

She swears a lot and wants to know what the fuck he's doing taking money away from Gus.  "There are other people who depend on me for support," he tells her calmly.

"You're not even fucking Justin!"  Melanie protests.  "He dumped you!  And you're still paying for his schooling and writing him into your will while we're trying to make ends meet having another kid."

Brian stands up so he can tower over Mel, though she doesn't seem intimidated.  "What I do with my money is none of your business.  I told Lindsay I'd provide for her, and I have, and I will.  But you have no right to pry into my private affairs."

*tongue in cheek*

*****

He moves out the next morning.

Debbie's out of the question, and he can't go to Mom's, stomach twisting at the thought of running home like a kicked puppy, like a kid, like some betrayed little twink who had no fucking clue. That leaves few options, and Ethan isn't one of them.

She's sitting in the living room the entire time, and Justin's not sure what to tell her, because he ran out of words the same time she did. She's not crying anymore, and that's good, because he's sure he'd break down if she did.

He's sure he should say something, but really, *incredibly* stupid things keep coming to mind, and he can't even explain to himself why he wants to tell her that they ran out of Windex last night when he worked out some Ethan-angst by cleaning all the windows. That seems so distant, like it happened years ago and wasn't that big a deal when it did.

Daphne doesn't look up from staring at her knees. "Don't--leave like this."

He pushes the easel out the door and turns around. Her eyes are red and she looks like she wants to throw up, but she's looked like that for days and that's not a surprise now. This is how I always leave, Justin wants to tell her, because she knows him that well, knows that there's never been a problem in his life that he couldn't run out on. This is what I always do, and you can ask me anything else and it'll be okay, I can do it, but this isn't it.

"I'll crash with a friend for a few days," he lies, because he doesn't have a lot of friends, but she'll be worried if he doesn't say it. "It'll be okay."

The rest of his stuff's split between Ethan's and Mom's--he'll have to do something about that tomorrow, tonight, today, sometime that isn't right now and someplace that won't ever be here.

"Justin--"

"I'll call," he lies again, because he knows he won't. He's not sure if he can think yet, but small talk is like breathing, maybe easier, maybe more natural, because breathing's hard right now and something he keeps having to think about. If he doesn't, he just might stop. "I'll call. Okay?"

She nods and gets up, coming to stop only inches away, arms loose at her sides as if she doesn't know what to do with them. The hug's brief and awkward, because he can't make himself touch too much, and it's like she can't remember how.

He hears her voice, just before he closes the door, and she's like a stranger he's known all his life. "Goodbye."

augh! do you accept bribes? must.be.continued! this was wonderfully painful!

*re-reads that* You know, when I say it like that, it sounds a lot creepier than it is. Or maybe it's just as creepy as it is. I don't mind anymore. I've grown beyond such trifles as, say, good taste and normality. Bah.

It's OK, you've just gotten in touch with your masculine side :)

You know, that should scare me. But I put doorknobs on doors, dammit.

*feeling vaguely like spitting and scratching Unmentionable Places*

Though that *is* kind of amusing, in a sad, fangirl, geek way. I've learned instamindporn. It's when you sit a few feet from someone, stare at them, and imagine them naked doing oh so many things. Or just naked. Though honestly, those pants were doing some of the job for me.

BWAHAHAHAHA! That is so metaquotes. ::perverted giggle::

*blinks*

*dies laughing*

If the drivers are corrupt then you can probably get them from the manufacturer site on line rather than having to use a local disk.

Go to the website of the brand of PC that you have, you will probably need your model number or serial number off your system. This is usually on the back or bottom of the system on a sticker.

The drivers may be on the same site, or if they were made by a third party then you might have to go to that website - but they should be there.

Another place you can try is going microsoft's XP site, but it is hard to find stuff there and they might not have the drivers you are looking for.

Good luck!

Oh, and the instaporn thing?

Very safe sex. *g*

Thanks chica! *hugs hard* so far, the manufactor website was useless, and going through MS. this WILL work, dammit. *nods firmly*

*hugs more*

If MS and the manufacturer both crap out...

You can do a google search on the drive brand and model, 'driver' and 'XP'

Then if one of the big down load sites, like ZDnet, has it you should be able to find it.

Sometimes this results in what are basically "fan" written drivers - not sanctioned by Microsoft or the manufacturer - but that isn't always bad. Just read any documentation that downloads with it very carefully.

Though that *is* kind of amusing, in a sad, fangirl, geek way. I've learned instamindporn. It's when you sit a few feet from someone, stare at them, and imagine them naked doing oh so many things. Or just naked. Though honestly, those pants were doing some of the job for me.

*giggles*

Okay, I do something similar, but I always think of it as "Who would I sleep with?". Great game for boring public transport and simple rules to remember. Just look around the train (or bus, or whatever), check out everyone in your eyeline, decide who you consider is most attractive and then sit there thinking naughty thoughts about them. Or, naughty thoughts about what you'd do to them.

Trust me, it's hours of amusement. *leers*

*giggles* Now *that* is a low maintenance game.

Though considering the public transport in Austin...not something to be played easily.

But Sears!Guy is still in memory. *comforted*

Now *that* is a low maintenance game.

Yep. You don't even need a pack of cards. Or a pen and paper. *bg*

Though considering the public transport in Austin...not something to be played easily.

Oooh, the level of attractiveness found on public transport does say something about a city. As for me, lots of people use the Melbourne public transport system (esp the trains), and since I work just out of the city in an office job (9am-6pm), I get to catch all of the suits coming and going in the mornings. All in all, it's a good thing I find suits so sexy. *bg*

For the life of me, I cannot find any Brian pictures I can objectify into icons to gape over. Anyone have icons or pictures?

Made these awhile ago - feel free to grab & customize if you want any of them.


*squee* Thank you! I picked up numbers one and three, if that's okay.

Thank you *so* much. *happy*

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