COMPUTER HEART ATTACK CENTRAL and stuff about money and how the system is fucked up in many ways

This entry was going to be called MONIES HOW DO THEY WORK but then my laptop decided to not boot and I about had a heart attack. It would go like it was going to load the BIOS, and just. Hang. Granted, I didn't just let it sit there for a long time, but I was busy FREAKING OUT. I took almost everything apart, and tried again and no dice. So I went to bed and googled furiously.

This morning, the BIOS decided to behave itself, but it was cranking at me about the amount of memory having changed and still wouldn't boot windows. /o\ But this morning's googling yielded excellent results about resetting the BIOS (typically needed because someone set a BIOS password and then forgot what it was). To do so, you just need to pull the all power including the inner battery (the one that looks like a watch battery) for 5 minutes, and VOILA. BIOS loaded, windows booted, including my hibernation (hibernated?) session, THERE WAS GREAT REJOICING.


( The thing I was going to write about... MONEY (and taxes and being a commie socialist) )

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I will just say though that when you are advertising your fic as a fluffy romp through a new sexual adventure, it should probably not spend 1/4 of the fic in an extended conversation where one character relentlessly badgers the other that NO REALLY THEY REALLY SHOULD DO THIS SEXUAL THING THEY HAVE DISLIKED IN THE PAST. Shit is Not. Okay. And furthermore, I realize you thought it would be hot and reinforce the consensual-sens of the encounter to have the do-ee tell the do-er to keep going at every step, but it actually feels really weird and creepy at this point.

ETA: And it's even worse when the do-ee is very obviously the feminine avatar, both in this fic and in fandom in general. /o\

Failed out of that one HARD.