[Deepsycher]

Aww, man, I was there. Cat 6 cables are REALLY thick and tough. I'd prefer to make a cat 5 over a cat 6 any day. You get better with practice, but cat 6 are always tough.

White-orange, orange, white-green, blue, white-blue, green, white-brown, brown. It's burned into my brain from making so many last summer.

I found a solution:
I pull out that annoying plastic center splitter using the pliers. It is elastic and stretches out so the cable at the end shrinks a little until the elastic snaps off.

I bend each wire straight using the pliers before assorting the colours into place.

Then they go in real easy.

Last one took me under 20 minutes.
Hope I can say the same for three other cables yet to be done I just put up on the trunking. Along with the two Cat 5e cables.

I think over 14 meters for each cable. I feel exhausted after hours of putting them up and having to tape them to stop them falling off with the lids open. Next worry: Packed in such a tight space in the medium size trunking would noise or crosstalk be an issue.

If only I made my final orders last week for the other 3, 20 meter audio cables I could have got my room back to normal. It will have to stay that way for a week until I have them. Not wasting my time moving everything back for another repeat.

Now I am feeling very bored.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 27 May 2007 - 07:27 PM

[Deepsycher]

My room is in a tip.
And now I'm feeling sick.
Due to the stress.
Of the mess.

I can't do much until I order and collect my wires.

I hope this pays
off in some way
that I'll never have to live in a tip again.

Some of my words recently appear to be adopting a rhythmic mechanism.
Still feeling bored and lonely.

This post has been edited by Deepsycher: 28 May 2007 - 06:02 PM

[Chyld]

In all fairness, I shouldn't be complaining, but of all the things me and my lady have been doing this half-week, the one that hurt more than anything was the hour on the horse. 38 hours later, and my back still aches...

[Spoon Poetic]

Heh heh... I'll bet it was worth it.

[Jane Sherwood]

Starting at 7:00 AM tomorrow morning, I will have twenty-four hours and fifty-nine minutes to write an additional six pages to my earlier essay (I have to make it longer to be safe), and...all the other crap that goes with it, research, themes, arguing bullshit, you know the drill. No wait...make that twenty-three hours and fifty-nine minutes - the season finale of House comes on at 8:00 PM and there's no way in hell I'm missing that. Why the hell I waited until now for this I do not know...that's a lie. It's because I'm a procrastinating idiot.

May amphetamines and caffeine guide my fingers, hold my eyelids, and focus my wandering thoughts. Wish me luck.

[Cyzyk]

I wrote my Art History paper in five straight hours, and that was eight pages with images and bibliography appended. Just get typing.

[Chyld]

Back still hurts. Leaving her in 18.5 hours. Sucks royal ass.

[Sailor Abbey]

Mosquitoes were eating me all night last night. I had to put bug spray on twice in the middle of the night just to sleep - and then I had to sleep with three heavy blankets just so the little fuckers couldn’t get through. And it was really hot last night.

Needless to say, I woke up and ordered a mosquito net - one of those old style canopy ones they use in Kenya and stuff.

[Slade]

My Internet died last night at about 6pm and wasn't back up until this morning. And I missed House because my cable TV doesn't work anymore.

[looktothesky]

Trains are too expensive.

[Chyld]

So I did the drinking on Wednesday night, was hungover on Thursday morning, and now I've got the throwing-up-every-hour. What gives?

[Sailor Abbey]

So I did the drinking on Wednesday night, was hungover on Thursday morning, and now I've got the throwing-up-every-hour. What gives?

Maybe you have unrelated food poisoning.

[Chyld]

Yeah, we reckon its the leftover pizza I didn't reheat or fridge, and then ate. I was quite dead, but now I'm sort of fine.

[Deepsycher]

The first output of one of my soundcards has a faulty jack on the left side on the first output. I was wondering why I couldn't get the left channel to work last year as I used the back surround for the loop. Hope I can find a solution using an audio router I found until I can see if I can repair or replace it.

I feel so exhausted after spending another day sorting out the wires and cleaning up. A little more to do and I nearly have my room back. When I get the correct roll of the same thickness of oxygen free copper speaker cable in two weeks then I can do a perfect job of sorting all the wires on the other side of the room which is not messy for now.

I hate sleeping in clutter! and I am still feek haunted by the memories of last week.

[Mirithorn]

Complaint: In three words, end of year stress. Three major things contribute to this.

1. I took the SAT-2 Latin test today. I signed up half an hour before the deadline, so there wasn't time for me to file my learning disabilities extra time request thingie, which meant that I never got the extra time, and I didn't end up having time to fully translate the passages on the test- basically, I skimmed them and picked the choice that seemed marginally better than the others, but I have a sneaking suspicion that my test taking strategy was bad, and, by association, so was my score. Also, turns out I don't handle pressured situations very well. When the five minute warning was given I actually started shaking, so much that I flipped my pencil halfway across the room three times and had to go retrieve it, losing more time on the test. The teacher proctoring seemed to enjoy asking loud questions, or giving people life advice while the test was going on, which was somewhat distracting, and the door was open, so I could hear all the other proctors reading instructions for about the first half of the test, which, again, was distracting. She seemed unnecessarily frustrated with me when I didn't fill out a section of the information bubbles that she had, in fact, said not to fill out. Although I don't deny that I was "not all there today".

2. Finals. Lovely, lovely finals. The opportunity to show just how much I haven't learned. The history final, which was meant to be easy, involves writing an essay ahead of time on some aspect of the change from medieval to modern Europe covered in the course. Then, apparently, I should memorize the essay and write it on the test. This is a huge problem for me, because I have a chronic inability to form my own opinions about anything. I was planning to try for "The Rise of Christian Fundamentalism", but then I realized it was all class conflict, and then I realized I had just finished reading the Communist Manifesto. See above statement about opinions.
And, of course, how could I forget my chemistry final? Excellent, the last time in my life when I will need to worry about how to solve by the half reaction method! Of course, this requires me to know what, exactly, the half reaction method is, so that's a problem. I have the vague notion that it has something to do with conjuring hydrogen atoms out of nowhere, but I don't remember what you're supposed to do with it. Probably handle redox reactions, because I don't know what those are, either. On another, slightly unrelated note, but about chemistry, I got the essay I submitted for a science essay contest back. I was disqualified for my poor geography skills- apparently, everyone but me knows Pennsylvania is not in New England. I thought new England just consisted of cold, Eastern states.


3. Summer school application.
All right, I admit it. I've resisted filling out my summer school application too long. Basically, until two days before the cutoff date. But I did it. Then, when I checked my status, I found that my teachers had not, in fact, filled out the reccomendation forms I requested them to fill out two and a half months ago, and the first day they can is June 4- also, incidentally, the last day submissions are allowed. And even then, only one of them can. So basically, my goal at this point is to get one to fill out the form, include my college board test scores and grades, put it in an envelope, and hand it to me, at which point I will break into my Latin teacher's apartment and extort information about my intellectual potential from her, then drive both over to Harvard. They SAID to mail it, but it's almost the same thing.