My Tea House foxes.
I like tinkering with new things, particularly anything that makes wading through my virtual inboxes more manageable. And so I clicked on the preview for Gmail’s new look. It seems…efficient. I like the scrolling taskbar they rolled out previously, and this new layout seems to be all about the intersection of breathability and readability. It’s nice. I don’t mind it. But. It’s currently a theme selection within Gmail themes, so there go my Tea House foxes! I miss them. I miss peeking in on when they are sharing steamed buns with their little monkey friends. I might go back until Gmail rolls out theme updates for its new look.
My hard drive.
In February, my external hard drive started to fail. After months of visits to various professionals and battling down data recovery quotes in the quadruple digits, it finally came back to me this week. Did all my data come back, too? Almost. So far I’ve only come across 117 out of thousands of music files that were not successfully retrieved. Mad thanks to DriveSavers for working a former Apple employee discount into my quote, plus creating a layaway solution for more manageable payment.
My three-finger ring.
I was on my way home from Incubus HQ Live shenanigans on Wednesday night, and airport security declared my Little Rooms three-finger ring – of a moat monster, a fucking moat monster – a set of brass knuckles. My small Little Rooms haul has been a source of frustration since April 1st. It took three months to get to me (Yes, I communicated with the business. No, I don’t know why I didn’t just cancel the order. Sometimes I’m too understanding.), and then it forced me to pay Virgin America $20 to check a small overnight bag because LAX security thought I had plans to beat style into people during my hour-long flight. Ridiculous.
(Also, how does Virgin America not have a mobile site or mobile check-in process?)
I’m so glad these are the worst of my problems. Not joking at all.