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Name: Austin
Country: United States
State: Texas
Metro: Hurst-Euless-Bedford
Birthday: 2/10/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: Well... I really like Judo. And writing. Not reading, though; my influence for my novels mainly comes from the world around me... and the Japanese. Myes. I am a tad of a fan of all things Japan, because Japan gives us our video games.
Expertise: I'm pretty good at writing, when I'm not half asleep. I'm ranked nikyu in Judo, and while that by no means qualifies me as an expert, I'm confident I'd be able to kick at least a little butt in a self-defense situation. Not that I really need to worry about that sort of thing.
Occupation: That information is classified
Industry: That information is also class
Message: message meEmail: email me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  FlA Minch IA
Member Since:
5/3/2005
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| After spending half of today poring over EeePC troubleshooting websites, I theoretically discovered the source of the problem. New laptop, be ye placed on hold; Austin McCutchen has figured stuff out!
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| For those of you who do not know, for the past year I have been using an ASUS EeePC (the ultra-portable laptop) for all my writing. Yesterday, the computer decided that it wasn't going to be a computer anymore, and has since been playing the role of Insubordinate Does-Not-Do-Anything Machine. I am quite disappointed in you, my laptop. I had expected better of you.
In any case, I am willing to give ASUS another try, as the EeePC is still the most mobile and usable $300 piece of equipment I know. I'm thinking the EeePC 901 is the ideal monster for me; my main interests are battery life and portability, and while it is slightly bulkier than my current laptop, this sucker evidently packs a whopping 8.5 hours of battery life. Either that, or the EeePC T91, which is smaller than my own laptop, has a five-hour battery life, and doubles as a friggin' TABLET PC.
The problem is that both of these are somewhat old models. Whichever one I purchase, it appears I may have to purchase it used. Which may or may not be a big pain in the rump.
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| I have an odd penchant for basing all characters on myself and my close friends.
Except Ben Zombie. I don't know who the heck he is.
That's a lie. I know a lot about who Ben Zombie is. He's just not anyone I know. He is, perhaps, a projection of my curiosity toward life as an automaton.
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| Tomorrow is friggin' NaNoWriMo.
Scratch that: 10 minutes from now is friggin' NaNoWriMo. Holy frap; what am I gonna do?
Well, I guess I'll write.
A synopsis:
Benjamin U. Zombie and Cynthia Pocalypse, respectively a mild-mannered automaton who cashiers at ZalMart and a train wreck girl who needs somebody to lean on (Ben Zombie pays his rent on time every month), have a penchant for attracting other people's problems. Or certainly Ben does; Cynthia just happens to be the first of many troubles that fall into his lap. His bad luck charm, as it were. Their first or second encounter is with a girl who wants Ben to perform a seance to speak to her dead boyfriend...
(If they succeed in conjuring the ghost, I think I'll shoot for magic realism, because it suits Ben Zombie best. I don't want to go creating a fantasy novel, now. I can do one of those anytime; this is supposed to take place in the real world.)
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| I have a theory on procrastination and why people procrastinate. I'll type it up later.
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