See: back when the registry was first being implemented, my parents didn't call the 800 number to get put on it. I seem to recall that Dad had some reason or other for not wanting Mom to do it, but I can't remember what the reason was. Dad was kind of fussy about privacy and liability, though I don't know what expectation of privacy you have when your phone number is in the damn phone book. I suppose he was worried about someone billing him for something; he was always wary of scams.
So several times per week (as much as 3-5 per day) I get phone calls from Comcast, "Spark Energy", and some other places that just show up as "Cellular Call" or "Texas" or the like; and I don't answer the phone because the numbers that come up aren't even close to an area code that exists within 50 miles of the bunker: it's obviously not someone I know.
They never leave messages, so whatever they're calling about must not be very damned important; but they do kind of hang out and keep my phone line occupied with "dead air", until the answering machine times out and ends the call.
Well--Comcast just hangs up; I shouldn't include them in this. But "Spark Energy" is one of these companies which supposedly offers cheaper electricity (or gas) than the local utility does. You sign up with them, and you supposedly save money. I don't know how it works and I don't care, because I fail to see how adding a middleman to the process will end up saving me money.
This stupid crap of tying up my phone line does not incline me to listen to what they have to say, either. In fact, it borders on harassment.
Sometimes I will answer one of these calls. Sometimes it turns out to be a recorded message, which I just hang up on. Other times it's to faint static and nothing else; I say "hello", wait a couple seconds, say "hello" again, and still there is nothing. If there isn't a human on the line by the time I finish saying "hello" the second time, I hang up.
So I've put the bunker on the "do not call" list, though it'll take time for that to percolate through the various companies and agencies. At least it will help eventually.
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I know that--if I talk to a human--I can get the bunker taken off their call list simply by telling them to do so. When I lived in Iowa, I did that many times.
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Speaking of Cedar Rapids, there's going to be a movie released soon that's set there. I might watch it on DVD just to see how many locations I recognize.
Looking at the trailer, though--there's a cut just outside of the Rockwell-Collins hangar at the Cedar Rapids airport. It looks like the hotel they used for most of the hotel scenes is the one--can't remember the name--where AnimeIowa was for several years. The hotel is on Collins Road by I-380, and it has an atrium that's open to the roof.
Collins Plaza! That's it. Collins Plaza Hotel! Yeah.
...anyway, that's kind of neat.
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Last night I was sorting through a stack of old CD-ROMs and I found one that had a backup of my ZIP disks, including the one with all my non-Word writing on it!
I have no clue where the ZIP disks are. I have a hard drive sitting on my desk (still) which has a complete copy of all that stuff on it; but it's a royal pain to patch that thing into the system's IDE bus to access anything there and I haven't needed to access that stuff.
So there I was, with all the old stuff handy again--only Professional Write was no longer on my hard drive. WTF.
I didn't delete it to save space; the program fits on a single 1.44 MB floppy. I can't figure out what happened, unless it went bye-bye when the old 500 GB drive bit the dust (see #855: Things that go HWARRRRRRRRRRRRR in the night for that story).
Anyway--my copy of Professional Write is--like the ZIP disk full of writing--approximately somewhere in that morasse of a basement.
"No problem!" Thought I. "It's frickin' ancient; I should be able to find a copy on line!"
But of course Google's critical need detector was triggered; all my searches turned up "how do I convert...?" pages. I did find a couple of places which allegedly had it available for download, but the links were dead.
I screwed around for twenty minutes or so, trying to get it on-line; finally I realized that Mom's computer has it and also has a working CD-R drive--so I went in there and fired up her machine.
Her machine is a Compaq, vintage 1998. It's also got 12 years' worth of accumulated WinCruft. It takes about six days to boot up and throws a couple of minor errors in the process. I was always telling Mom she should get a new computer; I guess it no longer matters--anyway, I fired the thing up and dumped Professional Write and her documents folder to a CD. (It might have been as much as 80 MB, all told.)
Eh? "Why didn't you just use a floppy?" Because my computer doesn't have a floppy drive. Yeah. And her computer is old enough that USB is hit-or-miss; external hard drives won't work on the thing at all. And all of its USB ports in the back, as this thing predates thumb drives.
Anyway: once I had the CD-ROM finished, I started uninstalling cruft to make the next bootup a bit faster. But it restarted and threw an exception error, and I didn't feel like taking the time to screw around with it. I'll go back later and fix it.
...or maybe not. This thing is old enough that I might just pull the hard drive (for privacy reasons) and toss the rest. Certainly it's not worth anything, not when it's got a single-core processor running at 260 MHz and can't be upgraded past 128 MB of RAM. Besides, being a Compaq of that vintage, it's got a lot of stupid quirks. For example, it only accepts hard drives with certain parameters (heads, cylinders, etc); also, some expansion cards won't work, like the wireless networking card I once tried to put into it. If, for example, I wanted to put in a new video card, I'd have to try several to find one that worked.
Maybe take it to the electronics recycling box at the Monee Reservoir. I don't know. It and the flatbed scanner Mom never used. I figure on letting my sister have her choice of the printers, and I'll keep the other one or dispose of it. (Depending. If my sister wants the inkjet, I'm keeping the laser; but if my sister takes the laser, I'm not keeping the inkjet.)
So I got the CD-ROM back to my machine and finally got Professional Write installed on it--well, "copied to the hard drive" since that's all the installation it needs--and was finally able to access my writing again.
There's a program I could buy which will automatically convert Professional Write files to Word format. Problem: it's $100, and I don't really need it.
The punch line: while I was trying to look up that conversion program just now, to find out what it costs, I found a freakin' download for Professional Write. ARGH!
How can I help but be paranoid when I have so much proof that they're out to get me?