I’m not going to go into detail here because of spoilers and such – but I completed Pokémon X. I was the last of my friends to do so but I think I played it the least out of the others so I don’t feel too inferior. It was a brilliant game, and even though the main storyline is finished there’s still enough for me to do to want to keep the game. I still haven’t quite completed my Pokédex, which I’m hoping to do in the next week or so, and I’ve still got to beat my boyfriend in a battle. I’d say it was potentially the best Pokémon games for storyline and artwork – following Pokémon Colosseum, and definitely renewed my faith in the franchise after Black and White broke my heart.
I’ve got a full week off freelancing this week before my new job begins, so I’m using it to stock up on Xbox achievements. I used to only use my Xbox live account to play CoD on with my brother, but I’m finding myself drawn more and more to achievement hunting. There’s something very satisfying about it, and I enjoy competing with my sister on achievements. All of my Skyrim achievements are on my offline account, but that doesn’t bother me too much.
It just means I have to play Skyrim again. What a shame.
I’ve also pre-ordered one of these bad boys;
I couldn’t help myself, if you put a triforce on something I will buy it (*). I’m sick. Help me.
(*) – For example, a Wii U. I will only buy a Legend of Zelda Wii U gamepad. It makes no difference to the gameplay at all, it’s just so Hylian!
I had a major incident the other day, when for the first time since owning it, my Windows 8 laptop bluescreened.
Firstly, the W8 blue screen is a joke. It has a sad face on it. The traditional bluescreen would strike fear into the hearts of grown men – this one just made me laugh.
I stopped laughing however, once I realised that just because the stupid new blue screen looks comical as, it’s still not laughing matter. The computer would come on with the HP Automatic Repair loading screen, and then nothing…just an empty black void with my cursor floating around it.
I knew it wasn’t a screen issue again, as my cursor was there – and it was a nice classy Windows cursor, all smoothed and pretty, so I knew Windows had actually booted – and I could hear system sounds, but for some reason I couldn’t see anything. I restarted a few times into the BIOS, and couldn’t see anything, so I guessed the issue was with a graphics driver, or the computer was just big a prissy little bitch…so I opted for another restart, but this time into safe mode.
This is where I assumed the magic F8 key would come in. F8 for me has always given me the Windows boot menu, so I assumed I could go into safe mode and have a quick peek at my graphics card drivers to see when they’d last updated. If they were the issue, I’d roll them back, simple.
Now, I was really really cold, so my fingers weren’t quite working and I missed my first few times to hit F8 – but after the fifth time trying I realised it wasn’t my fingers, it was the computer. It transpires that the window (hahaha) of opportunity for the user to hit F8 is now so small, they took the feature out. You can now only make Windows start in safe mode by telling it to restart in safe mode before you shut it down. There is now no way to making a Windows 8 unexpectedly boot into safe mode.
Apparently. I’m still trawling the internet hoping someone finds a way – but my only option was to use my recovery discs and spend a day reinstalling all my software. I hadn’t backed up my work for last week yet either, so that went too. All my lovely spreadsheets, my invoices, my brushes…all gone.
Anyway, the moral of this story is to make recovery discs and back up your computer regularly. You never know when the sad face of death might hit. I am mourning the loss of my lovely theatre stock spreadsheet by playing Dragon Age for hours at a time. It’s helping somewhat.
I don’t remember ever posting about this, but a few months ago I fell in work. For most other people, that would be bad. You could fall in your office, or in a shop, or outside, or in front of students or anything – and a fall to the floor like that is usually shocking, painful and most of all embarrassing. I work in theatre though, a job where we must climb ladders to reach things, we must go to great heights to get to lights that need focusing, or to put a bit of the set up. When I say I fell in work, I mean I fell from height. I was putting some lights up onto a bar (which is in the ceiling), when my ladder slipped and I fell off it.
The base of the ladder got jammed into the seats behind me, so the ladder itself didn’t fall to the floor. Instead, it began to fall, gained speed, stopped really quickly and bounced. The bouncing was the bit I didn’t expect, and I’d braced myself for the fall, so when it stopped suddenly I slipped and fell from the top of the ladder onto the chairs below and crashed onto the stage. It hurt, sure, but overall I only suffered a few scratches and I assumed I was fine. I carried on my work in other theatres as usual.
Now a fall is a fall – I’m not saying by any means that my fall is worse than any other person’s fall because it was from a ladder. All falls hurt, but usually if you fall or trip, you don’t become scared of the thing you fell over, or onto.
Last week I went back to the same venue I fell from, and climbed the same ladder. I’ve climbed much higher ladders, ladders with much thinner rungs and ladders made of wood – but I have never been more scared than I was today. Halfway up the ladder I froze, and realised I had neither the courage to make it to the top of the ladder where I needed to be, or the courage to walk down the ladder, lest it slip and I fall again. For what felt like forever. I stood in the middle of the ladder yelling my frustration. In the end, my boyfriend had to go up the ladder, and although he too said he’s never felt so unsafe on a ladder, he managed to rig the rest of the lights for me.
I can’t bring myself to go back up ladders, but I know that I need to. My whole job revolves around working at height, I’m not trained for anything else. I’ve had to go up that ladder again since, and every time I just relive the whole experience of the ladder slipping. I feel the ladder slipping when it isn’t, I shake while climbing up it – and it isn’t even a high ladder. It’s maybe 20ft.