To my way of thinking, "never" means "not ever", not "until the next time I restart the computer". To the programmers at Adobe, however, it seems to be otherwise.
So I was rebooting the system and decided, what the hey, now's as good a time as any. I've been clicking the STFU button for a very long time (on the order of more than a year) and this time, at least, I was not having to reboot after trying to do something and failing because of an OS or software issue. The system was rebooting because I'd just finished updating Windows, and because there were a few other bits of housekeeping that I'd attended to. The blog post was done, there were no other pressing matters, and luckily for me, WoW had been suspended because I hadn't given Blizzard my new debit card info. (The old one was suspended, remember.) I say "luckily" because there was about $16 in my checking account, and if Blizzard had hit my card, I would have been overdrawn. That's been rectified now, but I had to do that before I dared give them my new billing information. And naturally the e-mail came in after business hours, so I couldn't just go to the bank and fix it right away.
...a leisurely reboot. Who could have seen that coming? The problem is, now Flash is broken.
I can run Flash applets using IrfanView, and there it works fine. But in my browser, where I encounter about 90% of the Flash content that I view, it simply does not work any longer. YouTube apparently relies both on Java and Flash, because I can't watch any YouTube videos. (See yesterday's post about Mighty Casey.) A reboot didn't fix it, which means I'm probably going to have to uninstall Flash and reinstall it.
Just f-ing love it when upgrading breaks things. And then software companies wonder why people never want to upgrade.
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Incidentally, when did the phrase "good for you!" turn into "good on you"? Who made that decision? It just sounds stupid to me.
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Held at gunpoint by cops because of okra and blackberries.
The police seized "17 blackberry bushes, 15 okra plants, 14 tomatillo plants ... native grasses and sunflowers," after holding residents inside at gunpoint for at least a half-hour, property owner Shellie Smith said in a statement. The raid lasted about 10 hours, she said.But we were born free.
...the police didn't produce a warrant until two hours after the raid began, and officers shielded their name tags so they couldn't be identified.
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Apparently you can be charged with a crime for not committing a crime.
The owner of a legal business decided to shut down rather than allow the government to spy on people using his e-mail service. According to the government, this constitutes a violation of the court order and this man clearly belongs in jail.
But, as I said, we were born free.
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Meanwhile, the press is just fine with all this as long as there's a Democrat in the White House.
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I had nearly the same problem as this person, who got fired from his job at a nursing home because he was "too nice" to the residents.
I wasn't explicitly fired from the job, nor was it a "for cause" termination; I broke a finger at the end of July and had to go on medical leave for three months because you can't wear gloves when you've got a pin sticking out of one hand. When I came back from leave in October, mysteriously enough there were no hours available for me and I never worked there again. At the end of the year, I was quietly dropped from the payroll. But prior to that I had been told, time and again and in code, that I was "too nice" to the residents, that I needed to be faster--and "faster" means "callous" and "treat them like meat instead of people".
And then people wonder why I don't want to do that job any more.
Even better: Today, I found out yet another of my guy friends liked me. I posted that I just wanted a guy friend that had absolutely no romantic feelings for me. My crush volunteered. FML"
Let me translate this for you: woman with standards that are way too fucking high for her sexual market value demolished yet another of her beta male orbiters, and was then subsequently demolished by the alpha male she pined for when she bitched about her male friends not being gay.
Earth to bitch: if you have male friends who are otherwise unattached they are romantically interested in you. Okay? I can tell you this because I am a man and I know how we think. These guys you call "friends" were hanging around you because they were hoping to score with you. It's not pretty or romantic or "nice" but that's how it is and you may as well get used to it. Considering that you probably like the attention you're getting from all these guys anyway--the whiny Facebook post is a clue that you're a needy attention whore--things are simply not going to change until you hit your forties and realize you'd better settle, and fast, or end up spending your declining years in spinsterhood with a pride of cats for company.
I may have been reading Roissy too much. But this is how I see it.
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As for me, I have more work to do in the garage. Today I want to move the MGB back a bit and dig into THE PILE in front of it. I can't do much but I can get rid of trash, and that's my aim: reduce the size of THE PILE by getting rid of anything which is obvious junk no one will want.
There is, for example, some kind of food warmer which has been sitting there for thirty years. The handles are broken and I have no idea where the heating element is; I decided yesterday that I would recycle it rather than try to salvage something no one has even TOUCHED for more than three decades.
I am perhaps half a notion before calling a goodwill organization of one stripe or another and donating a crapton of stuff. There are a few twin-sized bed frames out there that no one in the family wants and no one will use. I might get a couple bucks for them at a garage sale, but that would involve me having to set everything up and I don't care to do all that as the return on my investment would be far beneath minimum wage.
Instead, I will throw away junk, donate items that are useful but of marginal value, and sell only the things which have obvious value and no one else in the family wants.
That's why I threw away 70 lbs of old Saturday Evening Posts, even though they're 80+ years old: no one wants to buy magazines that are infested with mold and mouse droppings. They were not in that condition when stored in 1978, but there's nothing I can do about that now.
"Oh, you could have gone through each magazine and saved ads! People buy those!" ...this way lies hoarder-dom and--again--the return on my investment would not be worth my time. It's not just the hours I'd have to spend on paging through each magazine; it's sorting ads and keeping them organized and neat, and scanning each one, and writing listings for each one, and-and-and. Once you add all that time together you're talking man-weeks of effort, for which I'd make perhaps $1-$3 per item sold (and probably $0.05 per ad saved). It's just not worth it, and the idea here is to get rid of shit and make room in the garage, not build a new career for myself in "picking".
By making small inroads on the vast pile day after day--just an hour or so per day--eventually I will have it knocked back to the absolute bare minimum, and then the real fun begins. Whee!
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Same vein: I looked into the whole "bagster" thing as a way to get rid of large junk, but it turns out not to save much money over renting a dumpster. It's $30 to buy the "bagster" from a place like Menards or Wal-Mart, but $150 for pickup. So it's $180, which is cheaper than a dumpster but not remarkably so. I was hoping for an order of magnitude rather than half of one; what you're saving is in fact the delivery and rental fees for a metal dumpster and paying the regular pickup and disposal fees. Whee.
Heinlein said it best: "There Ain't No Such Thing As A Free Lunch".
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Two weeks of August left. I was hoping to be working by now; but I'm not. The only reason we're not officially in a stagflationary period comes from the way the government is cooking the Consumer Price Index so it looks as if there is little or no inflation.
But there is inflation, damn it. I haven't seen boneless skinless chicken breasts on sale for less than $2.80 per pound, and the regular price is even higher. I used to only buy it when it was under $2 per pound, but I may not be able to do that any more. The same goes for bacon. $3 per pack was my preferred price point, but you can't find it that cheap any longer.
All of this has happened in the last three months. Yet the CPI is "stable", they tell us.
Thanks, Obama! Thanks, Democrats!
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I suppose I'd better get off my duff and go look at the garage.