Matera the Mad @matera@mastodon.sdf.org

She lives in a tree
sleeps in the winter
wakes in the springtime
sings with my voice

Birds are her children
wild beasts her sons
the sea is her daughter
mother of all

Rain is her house
clouds the roof of it
many her windows
lit by the moon

She walks in the meadows
clad only in wind
sweet rivers pour down
from her mountains

When people lived real lives, they didn't need an ad to tell them they needed a bucket to fetch water.

Words are little clamps we put on thoughts to stop the bleeding.

Winning at Solitaire is like having your faith in humanity restored. It only lasts until the next deal.

MtM Lessons of Solitaire

When you speak of "thinking outside the box" you ignore one very important thing: The box is yours. You created it.

In reality, there is no box.

That's it. I'm heading for the basement with a laptop and some origami paper.

Knock knock.

Who's there?

Big fat computer.

Big fat computer who?

Big fat computer in a cubic yard of packing material that I can't get in the door so I have to tear the huge mess apart in the noon sun.

- - -

Sorry, no bubblewrap party - I want to insulate windows with it.

Okay, it's over 80 in here now, and it's not noon yet. Time to collect some files and prepare for evacuation. I put a sign on the door in case of visitors.

The bathtub is a great place to hang out in summer, but inconvenient for electronic devices 😛

I watered the tomatoes, the stump lanters, the little rose and the front black raspberries, the foundation area, myself . . . .

It's 79F inside, going over 80 out.

Going to try out the basement retreat today. I hope Bitsy (an ancient T20) can stay connected. I think I know where my war-driving adapter is; that might help.

There are also a couple of alternative laptops. I am well-armed.

I better go water my tomatoes. Getting hot out there.

At least the keyboard is functioning 🤣

🤬 when I go for the Backspace key and my blind-stabbing finger hits F11 🤬

I just realized that one could use Mastodon as an egg-timer.

Is there a Re-Purposing Hall of Fame?

Hmmm.

I swear I didn't touch that little button.

But that doesn't explain the original input bampf.

WHATEVER.

After a lot of un/plugging, things are back to normal.

My second favorite nom-de-Interwebz is, after all, Fubarator.

Ooooh. Kay. Let me rephrase: It's one of those "You can't have your mouse or keyboard plugged into a hub" kernel update days.

WHATEVER.

😬 🤬 🙄 🕵️ 😭 🤣

Yes, it's one of **THOSE** kernel update days. I'm using Onboard -- and a USB-2PS2 mouse adapter -- to log in and toot.

I'm glad I'm me & not some little old lady 😜

C ya later 🙄

Oh poo it's one of those big hairy deal kernel update days. Gotta go reboot now.

oh holy crap my login still works

Something reminded me of the relatively long-ago days when I hung out at The Mod Archive, passionately in love with electronic music.

I wasn't even Matera the Mad yet 😮

https://modarchive.org/index.php?request=view_artist_modules&query=69449

There are some tunes I've forgotten. Some I'd rather forget. There are a few that aren't there, including a revision of Fire Visions made for a video only ten years ago, and a piece I still work on now and then.

Wide awake at dafuk:00 AM again 🙄

😬 😬 😬
Tell me something new.

I can almost smell that z420 already. I hope we can have a good and lasting relationship.

My longest-lasting computer was SilentBob. Six years of faithful service, only terminated for lack of power. Not his fault, though I will never touch that brand again for various too-long-story reasons. I just get more demanding. 😜