Computers are weird.

teriel called me to ask if I had access to an ftp program; I said sure, I'm running a *nix (it's rare that the backend of OSX is that blatantly useful, but hey). Gave me info about the file I needed.

Ran ftp from terminal, got the file. File message included "File may not have transferred correctly." Well, okay. We'll see. Attempted to open file, Word said, "Are you sure that's a Word file? Open it from the Open menu to be sure?" I tried that, I tried from Finder.

I redownloaded the file. "File may not have transferred correctly."

Sigh. I email to notify of the problem.

I tried opening it in Appleworks, in the principle of what the hell. It crashed Appleworks so hard I could hear the pixels burning.

Um.

I tried opening it in BBEdit, a text-only processor.

It opened in BBEdit with lots of Word crap, but there was text there, at least.

I said hmm.

I FTP-downloaded it again in BBEdit, just to try at getting a clean copy. I saved it, in the hope that not modifying anything would leave the Word crap interpretable by Word.

It appears to now open in Word, complete with fonts and formatting.

Computers are fucking weird.

What else I did on my spring vacation

So, arawen and I spent three days in an in-house vacation (two at my house, one at his). We've needed something of the sort to recover from some extensive strain induced by the last N months of careening madness and thus took the time to reconnect.

We did a whole lot of nothing.

We did a whole lot of other stuff too, mind, but there was a lot of nothing involved. Some talking. Some amiable companionship in each other's space. teinedreugan's cat was blissfully not obnoxious (this is not a given when teinedreugan is absent of an evening).

On Friday, we got together with teinedreugan and whispercricket for dinner and ice cream and then went on a walk which mostly stopped at an otherwise-unoccupied playground. With a swingset. And a variety of other fine things.

Saturday was spent laughing at the silly things gamers say and don't notice are funny until someone in the next room over cracks up, catching up on things, and starting with Tribal Wars. Heh.

But. Swings!