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Here is a picture of Ohio that I took on vacation:
Figure 1. A picture of Ohio that I took on vacation.
What is this thing on this island?
Figure 2. A thing on this island.
Giant bacteria!!!! Look out!
Figure 3. Giant bacteria.
If you are ever in Tupelo, enjoy a nice meal at McDonalds.
Figure 4. The best McDonalds in the world.
It’s time to upgrade WordPress, mainly for the anti-spam functionality that seems to work pretty well for the KFJC review site I created.
I’m turning off comments due to all the bitch ass fuck got ham blog spam I’ve been getting for the past several months. I need to roll up my sleeves and upgrade this bitch, but not now.
I forgot to mention…
8. Locks of love.
S. donated her long flowing hair to Locks of Love a few weeks ago. A neighbor across the street donated her hair, and S. wanted to do it too. Now she has short hair, and our family suddenly has 20 free hours a week where we don’t have to wash, condition, comb, braid, de-tangle, etc. We spend it watching more TV.
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There are a few more pictures other pictures in that album, too.
I’m working from work today and cleaning my desk (physical and desktop). A few things I need to clean out before I throw away…
1. Random pictures from myspace.com profiles
Three pictures that made me laugh and then right click->Save Image As…
I had to convert them to jpgs to upload them to my blog. That sucks. The wrist one was animated as a .gif, which made it even more appalling.
I was told by a 19-year-old that, “Myspace is dead. Everyone is on Facebook.” She’s not even in college, though. Don’t you have to be in college to get on Facebook? I think I may end my journey through Socialnetworkingland at Myspace and not go on to Facebook. I’ve done Friendster, Orkut, Myspace, Classmates.com, and probably others I can’t remember. They are all kind of pointless and not in a good way.
2. My (new) hatred of Sony
I still totally want a Sony Reader, but I really hate Sony right now.
Short version: Our computer has been dead for almost a month now. I’ve spend at least $200 and countless hours unsuccessfully trying to revive it. It turns out I have no access to the fucking license that I fucking bought with the computer.
Slightly less short version: The computer (Vaio PCV-RZ50CG) ships with a 250GB hard drive which is partitioned into a hidden recovery partition, a very small (12G) NTFS partition for C:, and the rest in a roomy partition for D:. I needed to enlarge C: or else the computer couldn’t run any more, so I bought some partition moving software to do this. It worked great, so I decided to defrag C: since I finally had enough free space for the first time in over a year to defrag it. After that it would no longer reboot. It didn’t recognize the drive. The C: partition was gone. Since I’m an idiot I didn’t make recovery CDs when I first booted it up. (Apparently PCs no longer come with recovery disks. You have to burn them yourselves.) At this point I tried everything I could think of — FreeDOS, XP recovery floppies, more partition software, Ubuntu Live CD, Bootable floppy from another PC… Nothing worked, so I had to buy the recovery disks on-line for $50 as recommended by Sony support. After assuring me that these were the right kind, it turns out that they aren’t the right kind and the right kind aren’t available. I considered buying an OEM version of Windows XP MCE (it’s not available retail) to install, but I read on the forums that the Sony-specific drivers won’t install with it. At this point I have two options: (1) Take it to a Sony service center and pay $280 to have them reimage the drive or (2) Install Ubuntu on the Vaio and buy a new PC. I’d rather buy a Mac, but we have a lot of software that is currently Windows-only.
What makes this even more painful is that Santa brought me a 24″ Dell monitor, and I want to set it up in my office. Right now it would only be able to show “NTLDR not found.”
The part that kills me about this is that I fucking paid for the fucking Windows license and I have no access to it. Even if I made the recovery disks right when I got the computer, it still wouldn’t have an actual installable copy of XP MCE. If the support guy is right (50/50 chance — same as a monkey) and I have the right version, I would still be right where I am anyway.
Good things about the experience: I know a lot more about partitions, the Linux NTFS project, Microsoft’s OEM licensing model, and Sony’s generally shameful history with DRM schemes (like this and this).
I still want a Sony Reader, though.
3. S. to me: I hate you daddy.
I got another cute card from Stephanie that says “I hate you, Dad.” It’s complete with a picture of a heart with an X through it. I normally would scan it in and post it, but my bitch ass Sony Vaio is down. What caused her to slide this under her door? I was helping her practice piano, and she wasn’t paying attention. Finally she wound up a music box/teddy bear and put it on the piano next to me. I sent her to her room. There should be a law against anyone trying to teach their own child how to play an instrument.
Good things about the experience: 1. I feel I have more insight into both Beethoven’s and Mozart’s relationships with their father. 2. It’s healthy that S. channeled her aggressions into making some art rather than drawing all over the wall and then peeing on it like a certain other child of mine did. 3. We made up in the morning.
4. Dream
I had a strange dream the other night. Sparkle’s younger sister and I were doing a special Christmas radio show together at KFJC. We were mixing Vince Guaraldi’s A Charlie Brown Christmas with random Throbbing Gristle tracks, and we called it A Throbbing Guaraldi Christmas. I remember this very clearly down to seeing the album covers next to the turntables. Very strange, but not a bad idea. What does it all mean?
5. CDs for Xmas.
I gotted a lot of CDs for Xmas, so I will list them here:
-Tom Waits: Orphans
-Christopher O’Riley: True Love Waits (Radiohead songs done on solo piano. Knives Out is my current favorite.)
-Southern Funkin’: Louisiana Funk & Soul 1967 – 1979 (From when I was born until when I was 12.)
-DJ Nu Mark: Hands On (One of the DJs in Jurassic 5.)
-Easy Star All-Stars: Radiodread (A reggae version of OK Computer, similar to their reggae version of Dark Side Of The Moon.)
6. Why can’t I name them all Tyler?
I used to live in Noe Valley pre-kids and I know people with kids named Tyler. But this made me laugh out loud. Between D. and me, “Why can’t I name them all Tyler?” is our secret code for pointing out obnoxious parents.
7. Christmas song
Does anyone remember “Christmas Wrapping” by The Waitresses? That’s the only Christmas song that I really like. We had the god-awful Sirius Christmas channel on in our house in the weeks running up to the holiday. One night after D. went to bed S. begged me to turn it off. “I want music with drums and guitar,” she told me. I was so proud. I also like “Merry Muthafuckin’ Xmas” by Easy-E. (”Come over here and sit on Santa’s face…”)
Testing out Picasaweb with some pictures of Matthew after the San Jose Grand Prix cracking up with his friend, Nicholas.
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That worked pretty well. Much more intuitive for posting photos than the WordPress plug in that I’m using. It’s still a pain to get pictures from my phone into Picasaweb, though. I have to copy them to my flash card, delete them from my Treo 650, put the flash card in a little USB adapter thingie, import them with iPhoto, and then export them to Picasaweb using the Google plugin.
Fig 1. Steph and Michelle at the first grade breakfast.
tic tac toe
that’s the way uh-huh uh-huh
I like it uh-huh uh-huh
you got yours
I got mine
peace
punch
Captain Crunch
break the wall
waterfall
do you think you got it all?
you don’t
I do
so poof with the attitude
bang bang
choo choo choo
gladieaux freeze
Damn I’m getting a lot of comment spam on my blog lately. It’s not like I’ve been posting or anything, so I don’t really deserve it. I norel the links anyway, so it’s not like they do anything but remind me that I’m running low on porn.
I’m in bed trying to figure out how to vote in Tuesday’s election. Apparently the Democrats are going to win everything. It figures that now that I’m rich again they are going to raise taxes. I have an absentee ballot, so my vote won’t get there until after the winner has already been declared. But I’ll feel bad if I don’t do something.
Republicans are already shipping in homosexual male prostitutes to console them for when they lose control of the House. What’s up with that? Haggart and Foley — these guys have the same basic psychology as serial killers, it just manifests itself a little differently.
In election-related news, we changed our cat’s name from G.G. to G.G. Bustamante. I think it has a nice ring to it. Today G.G. Bustamante peed on a laundry basket filled with freshly washed and folded laundry. Diana is psychoanalyzing her in hopes of finding out why.
Matthew keeps asking where Halloween went. It’s strange, and I don’t like it. He might be referring to the candy, which is somewhere that he cannot reach it. Or he might be referring to his costume (fireman again), which is packed away. I continue to explain that Halloween is one night a year, and it will be back again next year. I also explain that Halloween is like Christmas for gay people, which is like Republicans and evangelicals enjoy it so much.
Now I must do my civic duty and cancel out some reasonable person’s vote…
A few nights ago I had a dream where I was talking to Billy Barty. The week before that I had a dream where I was shaving. The latter dream freaked me out more because it was so boring. My life is deliberately boring, but that doesn’t mean I want boring dreams.
I’m watching The Tomorrow Show with Tom Snyder: Punk & New Wave DVD right now. I’m listening to a 18-year-old Paul Weller and watching Joan Jett in a Peaches Records & Tapes T-shirt. I had that same T-shirt. I want one right now.
Bill Graham is talking now. I was flipping channels on the way to work, and I heard Greg Kihn and Eddie Money talking about him. It was strange.
It is clear to me that Mr. Weller is the smartest one on camera.
Hey, this DVD is put out by Shout! Nice work, Goldwax! Send me some DVDs. I still owe you an email.