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2002-05-08

Yesterday night, that is until four this morning, I read China Miéville’s new book, The Scar. It was... I can’t really express it in words but it was ver very very good. Set in the same world as his big-ass-sized Perdido Street Station, only a bit thinner (it is still brick-sized though). Best described as fantasy set in a secondary world, very little magic and they have reached steam industrialisation. The quality of his books still goes upwards, I can’t even begin to imagine how good the next one will be.

The HD from the slaptop is now firmly mounted inside the stationary. I can access all files again, even though the first part the drive (previous C:) is gone.

This also brough up a new thing that I dislike about windows. If I removed the damaged partition and left it unassigned, then it still shows up in windows, which also want to format the unexisting partition every time I emptied the trashcan. (This was fixed by extending the extended partition to include the whole disk. Obviously, if there where unassigned space infron of an extended partition, windows had to have access to it. Go figure.)

I don’t want to know how the minds in Redmond works or what constitutes as logical over there.

Since yesterday, I have been writing crap like this for a year. Jesus wept. Sure, in the beginning I wasn’t particulary prolific. But than again, I actually had topics for a while. Gosh.