I have my new computer. My friend Dani helped me pick it out. I wanted to get another desktop, but I couldn't get a payment plan at Best Buy. Whatever happened to good old layaway???? Every payment plan now requires a credit check and then they give you a credit card. WTF? I know my credit pretty much stinks right now due to repayment of student loans, but they wouldn't approve me for the super sky high interest rates and outrageous marketing email campaigns (if I get one single email from Best Buy after their credit rejection, there will be HELL to pay), so I couldn't get a desktop like I wanted. Too expensive, so I ended up with a $400 laptop. What the heck. I paid cash for it, which is a better way to live. No need to add yet another account to my crappy credit score.
The thing that really gets me is that the laptop screen is smaller than my computer screen. I'm still getting used to it. Also, the stupid software is VISTA!!!!!! I HATE VISTA!!! If I could find my XP cds (for which I paid an outrageous sum), I would rework this piece of crap operating system into something that would actually make sense. What happened to all the nice features? Did Windows think, "Hey, let's fix something that wasn't broken, make it new and shiny, and then force everyone to buy new software, and the new systems that can support the new software!" ?!?!?!?!?! Screw you, Microsoft!!! As soon as I can afford to convert to...oh, Linux, I will no longer need you!
I almost had a mental breakdown in the library last year because some higher library muckety-muck decided it would be a good idea to change all of the school's computers over to Microsoft Office 2007 mid-semester. There were riots, screaming fits, throwing of notebooks, and general overall pandemonium and swearing at the Powers That Be over that little bit of misguided nonsense. Why change something that works??? Did no one at Microsoft have to take logic classes? It's only a money-making ploy, and the rest of us are forced to go along with it so our computers will work like every other computer out there. Soon, my precious, I will convert this pathetic little Windows laptop into a better, more flexible machine.
DOWN WITH VISTA!
Saturday, March 28, 2009
Sunday, March 15, 2009
True Craft
I have found a series that is truly craft in a writer's sense. The entire universe in this book has so many layers that a reader can explore, the characters are believable and amazing, and the writer has a true gift. I recommend this series to anyone looking for something good to read.
Anne Bishop - The Dark Jewels
Thursday, March 12, 2009
Roastburgers are not burgers
Anyone try one of those Roastburgers from Arby's yet? If you haven't, don't. I tried one, and it was only a plain roast beef sandwich drowning in condiments. You couldn't really taste the roast beef, but the ketchup, mustard, mayo, lettuce, onions and tomatoes were extremely present. Bleargh. Give me a regular roast beef sandwich anyday. Adding messy condiments to an already messy sandwich just complicates things.
The sad thing is that Arby's is marketing it as the answer to all fast-food woes. There's an article here: http://www.chainleader.com/article/CA6640822.html
If I wanted a regular messy burger, I wouldn't have gone to Arby's. I would have gone somewhere else. I like Arby's for the roast beef. Next time, I'm sticking to the regular roast beef.
The sad thing is that Arby's is marketing it as the answer to all fast-food woes. There's an article here: http://www.chainleader.com/article/CA6640822.html
If I wanted a regular messy burger, I wouldn't have gone to Arby's. I would have gone somewhere else. I like Arby's for the roast beef. Next time, I'm sticking to the regular roast beef.
Sunday, March 08, 2009
Productive...not
Today started out as my "I'm going to be productive" day, but it quickly turned into "nothing finished, not accomplished, life sucks". The only thing I managed to get done was my laundry! The only reason I finished that was because I had absolutely no clothes for tomorrow for work. I suppose that's one thing. Why does productivity manage to take a dive when I least expect it?
Life can be sucky
December was the worst month of my life. It will probably be the worst month of my life for the rest of my life.
First, my car broke down. That in itself wasn't too bad, considering what would follow.
My grandmother died. She was 99 years old, just fifty days short of her 100th birthday. The worst part was, I had to rent a car to go home for the funeral. The weather was terrible, and all sorts of family were coming in from all over for it. Even my Uncle Jack, whom I met for the first (and probably last) time at the funeral home. My uncle has not been to West Virginia for well over thirty years. He never came to see my grandmother, even though he was her firstborn son, and then he shows up at her funeral. Added to everything else, the person in the casket was not my grandmother. It was her body, but it wasn't her. Whatever made her my grandmother was already gone. The funeral didn't really make much of an impression on me. I don't cry at funerals. I'm sure I've upset some family members over my lack of reaction, but it wasn't her.
My twin sister and I were invited to say something. I warned the little ones in the family that they hadn't heard all of the stories about her yet, but they would. Grandma was the matriarch of our family, and I can already see all of us drifting away from each other. She was strong enough to hold us together; we cannot remain as we were without an outside force, and she was certainly an outside force!
This all happened right before the Christmas holidays. It only drives home my personal belief that the Christmas holidays were invented to torture me with frivolity. My entire family, both mother and father sides, were determined to make Christmas a time of too much food and too little quiet. It was rough, as my parents are divorced and both sides want me at a celebration of some sort. Frustrating, that, as I wanted nothing more than to be alone in my little apartment with Christmas carols playing softly in the background, a glass of wine at my elbow, and my own private little celebration taking place before I headed off to Midnight Mass. Instead, I got to watch Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer with the little ones before ushering them off to bed before Santa Claus could come, the whole while attempting not to break their belief. (I figured it out at eight...)
New Years Eve was a blessing.
First, my car broke down. That in itself wasn't too bad, considering what would follow.
My grandmother died. She was 99 years old, just fifty days short of her 100th birthday. The worst part was, I had to rent a car to go home for the funeral. The weather was terrible, and all sorts of family were coming in from all over for it. Even my Uncle Jack, whom I met for the first (and probably last) time at the funeral home. My uncle has not been to West Virginia for well over thirty years. He never came to see my grandmother, even though he was her firstborn son, and then he shows up at her funeral. Added to everything else, the person in the casket was not my grandmother. It was her body, but it wasn't her. Whatever made her my grandmother was already gone. The funeral didn't really make much of an impression on me. I don't cry at funerals. I'm sure I've upset some family members over my lack of reaction, but it wasn't her.
My twin sister and I were invited to say something. I warned the little ones in the family that they hadn't heard all of the stories about her yet, but they would. Grandma was the matriarch of our family, and I can already see all of us drifting away from each other. She was strong enough to hold us together; we cannot remain as we were without an outside force, and she was certainly an outside force!
This all happened right before the Christmas holidays. It only drives home my personal belief that the Christmas holidays were invented to torture me with frivolity. My entire family, both mother and father sides, were determined to make Christmas a time of too much food and too little quiet. It was rough, as my parents are divorced and both sides want me at a celebration of some sort. Frustrating, that, as I wanted nothing more than to be alone in my little apartment with Christmas carols playing softly in the background, a glass of wine at my elbow, and my own private little celebration taking place before I headed off to Midnight Mass. Instead, I got to watch Rudolph the Red-Nosed reindeer with the little ones before ushering them off to bed before Santa Claus could come, the whole while attempting not to break their belief. (I figured it out at eight...)
New Years Eve was a blessing.
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