At least there are elephants...

I've recently moved my laptop out to the new desk in the living room, so that I'm not hunched over in the den all the time. It's much more comfortable, but I've been having a problem with my Wi-Fi, where it would get a little exclamation mark symbol over it and tell me the connection was limited, and if you ran troubleshooting, it would correct itself and inform you that the default gateway wasn't open, but it was now. This happened in the den, too, but occasionally. Out here I was getting it every few seconds, which made the Internet almost unusable. It is a known issue with Windows 8, which no one seems especially hurried to fix. I did research and tried all the tips and nothing worked. At one point, I couldn't even connect to the server, period, until I realized that, in my frazzled state, I was spelling the network password wrong because there was only one L in the assigned password where there should have logically been two because the English language is STUPID! Ahem. Anyway, I finally discovered that you can get interference on a Wi-Fi signal if too many other people around you are using the same channel, and out here I'm picking up about seven more hotspots than I was in the den, so I changed the channel (after spending half an hour trying to figure out how to even log in to the server to do that, why must everything be so hard?!) and now it's been working for twenty-four hours straight, with only one drop out.

My mum told me I was resourceful. I think that's a polite way to say 'stupidly determined to find the answers for things when you get indignant'.

These events, coupled with some stupid family drama in regards to the wedding I attended on the weekend, made me very happy to discover this elephant with a ribbon. Because how bad can life be when an elephant is that happy just to have a ribbon and be a beautiful ballerina?

Tales from Scottieland

Mum and I rented the Muppets Most Wanted (highly enjoyable, a solid 8/10) tonight, and at one point, my dad came in and sat down and watched for a few minutes to see why we were laughing so hard. Ascii usually hangs out on the bed with my dad in the evening, but she trotted in and got in her bed under the table in the den because we were all there, and yay, family bonding. She stayed even after dad left, but promptly got up when the credits started rolling. And I thought 'oh, that's cute, it's like she knows the movie is over'. She took two steps out of her bed, and then turned around and got back in it. And then she got out again. And then she got in again. And then she got out again. And then she got in again.

And then I realized there were fireworks on the closing credits and Ascii is afraid of fireworks. So, what I took to be adorable indecisiveness was actually a thought process of 'flee to the bedroom! Dad will protect me! Shit, more fireworks, back under the table, the table will protect me! Okay, now flee, flee for your--ack, fireworks, back under the table!'.

In other adventures, Ascii figured out how to get out of the yard again. Mum called her to come in and she trotted over from the back-door neighbour's yard. Dad couldn't figure out how she got back there, but managed to discern she shimmied through a very small gap.

Annnnd, that's why Scottish Terriers are not dogs for everyone. Just people who like to be simultaneously amused and frustrated.