the girly who shall end all girls

I had to work today in order to do a thing when it would impact the fewest people. It went pretty well.

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today i refactored a script i wrote for work into a little module that we can all use, and coworker P already has plans for it.

my project this weekend was rehabbing C's old laptop for my use.

we had replaced it years ago due to witnessing some flaky behavior (since C is a freelancer there is a lot of terror around reliable laptop and file backup). there's a long and frustrating story about C keeping it around and furtively using it occasionally, but let's ignore that and be happy that everything he needs to succeed is now on his new computer. while old computer is old, it still has half of its battery cycles left/no dead pixels/no broken keys and as far as i can tell what it really needed was a mind wipe.

i reformatted the drive and did a clean OS install. it had some moments of terror: you don't want to see a grey screen with an international "no" sign on a Mac. mostly it was angry about being restored to any OS other than the one it came with, so i had to learn how to get back down to Lion (well behind where it was when i started the process) then install El Capitan, then jump up to High Sierra.

it also needed a good cleaning. and then i sealed the fraying power cord and replaced the three missing feet with sugru.

continuing our household theme (all computers and most devices are named from Norse mythology) the machine that was once Sleipnir is now Mjolnir.*

i've been cheerfully setting up all the super important things like desktop pictures and custom icons and getting the right stickers on the lid before i settle down to using it for re-education.



when you have a hammer, every problem looks like a nail.



*yes pedants, i know it's Mjölnir but i'm not confident enough to put a diaeresis on the command line.