I’ve written before that I’m scared of heights; not so scared that I won’t rappell off an 85ft. cliff or go para-gliding, but scared enough that I get nervous going right to the railing on my third-floor apartment balcony. I also get nervous for others who aren’t scared to do so: my girlfriend’s stupid cat has no fear of the balcony and will jump on the one inch-wide railing and look out, thinking the repeated cat thought: maybe there’s food over here.
Anyway, every time I see him jump up there I get anxious for him to get down. I’d like to point out that it’s not for the cat’s life that I’m concerned, but that I have to comfort the cat’s owner if it falls over the side. The point I’m trying to make is the anxiety I feel; probably compared to a parent who sees her kid playing too close to the road or eating marbles.
I recently got a new video card (ATI Radeon 9800 Pro 128MB, if you care (to play Doom 3)), but unbeknownst to me, my computer didn’t have enough power to let it run (I swear the guy that sold it to me said it was 300W). So I ended up frying something on the machine: still haven’t found what. At the same time as the video card, I bought enough components to build another machine, so I have been rescued. But until I got that new machine up and the data from the fried one, I felt that same anxiety. It wasn’t as severe of course, but I couldn’t really think of anything else until it was fixed.
Isn’t that pathetic? I am such a nerd!
I think I’ll go back up my code now.