Showing posts with label waaambulance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label waaambulance. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Managing Frustration

I am having a much harder time working on my writing on my Raspberry Pi - which is the primary reason I wanted it - than I expected to.  First, I tried to install LibreOffice, as I had read that it was available for Linux.  Unfortunately, between when I was researching the Pi and when I got one, the Pi Store had closed and it was no longer a simple process.  Now you have to do all these programming commands, etc.  I spent an hour one night going through various tutorials and message boards and could never figure it out.

The Pi came installed with a program called Wolfram, which has a text editor.  I looked up, and it opens/saves rich text files.  So I saved one of the documents I'm currently working on as rich text to a flash drive and decided to give it another try.

Except you apparently can't just stick a regular flash drive into the Pi.  You have to format it, and then program the Pi to accept the drive, which involved like coding some sort of dock for it inside the OS?  I'm quickly learning that a lot of this stuff is sort of like the point for people with Pis, but I really just want to write.

So scratch that, I'll just operate from Google Drive.  I'm not a huge fan of working on Google Drive, not really sure why.  I think fundamentally don't trust cloud-based storage?  And I don't really care for the interface, and it's kind of a pain in the ass to constantly be copying and pasting from documents into Drive and vice-versa - especially when I end up losing my formatting.

But you have to do even more coding and programming and whatever in order to use Google Drive.  Like.

So my next plan of attack is to take the rtf file and attach it to an email and see how that works.  I already experimented and was able to download a file my sister had emailed to me; it was docx, so it wouldn't open, but the Pi downloaded it and sees that it's there, so I'm hopeful that that will work.  A bit clunky, but I've certainly emailed things back and forth to myself plenty over the years, and if it works it won't be too terribly much different than using a flash drive, since I would still be copying and pasting text back to master documents in that case.

But I'm at more than a week here of just trying to figure out how to do this, so it's starting to get a bit frustrating.  I'm gonna make it work, though.  I will.


Tuesday, February 15, 2011

The scroll wheel on my mouse is broken.

I am seriously having a hard time living right now.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Bad night of sleep last night.  I had pop with lunch and dinner yesterday - mistaaaaake! - and also had a bee in my bonnet about trying to finish writing this really major action scene - which I didn't finish - and ended up going to bed like almost two hours later than I usually do.  And just laid there, and laid there, and laid there.  I don't remember falling asleep (which means I probably didn't get to REM sleep), but I woke up at 1:30.  Laid there, and laid there, and laid there.  Again, don't remember falling asleep, but woke up at 5:30.  Dozed, checked the clock, it was 6:30.  Decided to lie there for a half hour and get up at 7, my usual time.

Then, of course, I fell asleep HARD.  My emergency back-up alarm woke me up at 7:30 - my alarm never gets to the point of actually going off.  I did my usual morning routine of stumbling down and staring bleary-eyed at my computer before finally managing to get my contacts in, and before I knew it, I had eight minutes to get ready for work.  Did I have my clothes out?  My lunch made?  Any of my assorted shit gathered?  Of course not.

Somehow I managed to make it to work on time (two minutes to spare!), but I am like...foggy today.  I'm not tired per se, but I feel like I did in school, when I'd stay up late working on something - like I'm kind of out of sync with the world.  It doesn't help that for some unknown reason, the building's heat is on, so it's all warm and toasty in here.  I am like five minutes away from pulling a George Costanza and taking a nap under my desk, and I still have seven hours to work.