Daring To Be Stupid

So I've got Ubuntu and stuff. I go out of my way to put myself in contact with all my adoring public (all 0 of you... u_u) then immediately go radio-silent. I'm clearly ADD.

For instance, it's thundering and lighting outside.

A few days ago, I saw an episode of Transformers Animated(!) featuring Wreck-Gar. In the original series, he was a Junkion, de-facto ruler of the Planet of Junk, which wasn't so much a planet as a floating junk heap in space. In the new cartoon, he himself is a pile of junk, brought to life through he power of the All-Spark. And he has one question. "What Am I?"

Through the episode, he gets varying answers from varying sources. He is impeding a police action. He is a criminal. He knocks over armored trucks. He is an Autobot. He catches the bad guy. He could never be an Autobot. All he is good for is Garbage. He is a Decepticon. He dares to be stupid. I don't think that got all of them, but you get the idea.

In the end, Ratchet, who has been hurling most of the insults at him, tells Wreck-Gar that he can be whatever he wants to be, no matter what anyone tells him. So Wreck-Gar decides to be a hero, and sacrifices himself to save the city. He ends up being okay, but not only does no one notice he's gone, but no one really cares! Ratchet ends up the hero. But that's not what really bugged me.

Wreck-Gar's plight REALLY struck a chord with me. After doing what everyone else told him to do, he finally does what he wants to do, and becomes a hero. I don't know why, but for days after watching it, I could bring myself nearly to tears just thinking about that. I'm still a little choked up by it. Took me a while to figure out why, but I think I got it.

The day after I saw it, I went to church and listened to a sermon about how we need to put God's needs before our own. I'm still not sure what God's needs for me are, and that didn't really bug me. But it occurred to me, I don't really know what MY needs for myself are. My whole life, at this point, seems to revolve around what others want from me.

Yesterday I got up at about 11 o'clock to help my mom take out kitty litter. Being smeff has its advantages I suppose. After that, I got a call from Grandma Katie. She needed some computer help, and I was more than happy to oblige. Except I couldn't get that done in one day, so it was left to be continued. After that I got to come home to find my water has been shut off. Mostly my fault, and I'm kicking myself over the fact that I let it happen, but I needed my Granddad's help to fix it. After doing that, I ended up helping HIM with his computers as well.

Sigh. I'm venting now, I'm coming off as a lot more pissed off than I really am about it, I think. Maybe that's part of my problem.

Anyway, today was more of the same. After a therapist appointment (because, let's face it, I do need it) I went to help Grandma Katie AGAIN with her stuff. We got an external hard drive (500GB for 90 bucks, nothing to sneeze at, even if the software disk was BROKEN IN TWO PIECES! O_O!) to save he hard disks off an old computer, then back up their new one at regular intervals. Of course, the old computer's drives took hours to back up, and the first time was a false start because you apparently can't copy XP while it's running. Luckily, Linux boot disks solve all of mankind's problems. Still, a four hour copy session was started, so during that time, my Aunt had her birthday dinner. Afterward I got to go back an finish up with Grandma's stuff, which was nice.
That's all done.

BUT WAIT THERE'S MORE!!!

I've got a trip to go to Philly on Friday. Before that, I need to pack (natch), which requires laundry. I should also clean up some of the mess around my house for whoever shows up to feed my kittens while I'm gone. I also need to find someone to feed my kittens while I'm gone (again, natch). And Thursday I've promised to go with my Grandfather to visit a sick relative of some kind. I need a family tree to consult things, I think.

And just thinking about all this makes me exhausted.

And hungry.