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20110330

Process for paying our mortgage

Step 1. Double-check that your login still works about two weeks before mortgage is due. Make sure it's written down correctly.
Step 2. Wait until due date is imminent.
Step 3. Go to website.
Step 4. Try to log in with known good information.
Step 5. Fail. Scratch head. Feel blood begin to simmer.
Step 6. Make another attempt.
Step 7. Fail. Restrain fists from hitting walls. Feel blood boiling.
Step 8. Attempt to recover password using link.
Step 9. Wait for email.
Step 10. Continue waiting.
Step 11. Realize the email with password is NEVER COMING.
Step 12. Attempt to log in again, trying a new combination.
Step 13. Scream when it locks you out. Holler obscenities.
Step 14. Email self at work to remind you to call the next day to have account unlocked.
Step 15. Go to work next day.
Step 16. Overlook the email because a gazillion interruptions occur (it IS work after all).
Step 17. Get home late and realize you forgot to call the bank. Mutter under breath.
Step 18. Email self at work again.
Step 19. Go to work next day.
Step 20. See email. Call people and explain again. Get it reset. Test thoroughly. Reset yourself. Test thoroughly.
Step 21. Finish work and go home.
Step 22. Log into site again with information. Record new password carefully. Test again.
Step 23. Pay mortgage.
Step 24. Log out.
Step 25. Rinse, wash, and repeat.

This is what it's like for most things I do online:
Step 1. Log into site.
Step 2. Pay bill.
Step 3. Log out.
Step 4. Repeat for next interval.

:: wishful thinking for this institution ::

I HATE STUPID SECURITY SYSTEMS

When you set your password to something

and you log in successfully

and you try to log in with the same information

NOT EVEN ONE MONTH LATER

/ IT SHOULD FUCKING WORK /

PERIOD.

And if it DOESN'T work every fucking month of every fucking year for years to come

THE GODDAMNED BANK SHOULD BE OPEN 24x7 TO RESET THE DAMNED THING!!!!!

I'm sick and tired of having to call while I'm at work and give someone MY information just so I can go in and pay our fucking MORTGAGE.

Seriously, I'm going to have all of my monies deposited into a different bank and then start paying by check again. This is absofuckinglutely ridiculous.

OUT

20110325

Odd likes Odd

So last night we're doing game night. Some of the events stand out to me and make me chuckle now that I'm more awake.

For starters, Dale is the only guy there. The women all range in age, from my almost-34 to Amy's 20 and Becky's unknown-number-older-than me.

Before Becky arrived, Dale brought me Cocoa Puffs and milk. As I ate, I heard him telling Amy that his white hot chocolate was too hot because he put it in an insulate cup. He was like, "As soon as she's done with her cereal, I'll just pour it in there and it'll cool down." Wanting him to be able to drink his drink, I hurried along and drank down the milk. I handed him the bowl. As soon as he had his drink dumped in there, I grabbed his cup and dumped fresh cereal and milk in it.

Amy goes and pokes me. I go to poke back and she uses her shoulder-back manoeuvre to avoid me, since she knows I will avoid her chest area at all costs. I scowl and return to my cereal.

Becky shows up and we start playing Skip Bo. I'd started feeling a little out of it probably a good two hours earlier, so it takes me a while to catch onto the game, as easy as it is. I feel like I'm about to collapse into my cereal bowl, but that's OK. Becky finally makes me a cup of tea and hands me a tissue box full of cookies she made.

Those are the events I particularly remember. Summary: I'm eating cereal out of an insulated mug and half-sleeping on the table with warnings of a dreamstate hanging back in the imaginary curtains. Dale is drinking white hot chocolate out of a cereal bowl. Becky hands me cookies in a tissue box. Amy is jerking her shoulders back and creating new poking methods with her boots.

If you didn't know us too well, you might have a rather odd look on your face, watching all this. But amidst my odd sleep state at the time, I gathered all this stuff together and had a good chuckle over it, laughing about how I don't feel so darned strange anymore. There are three others just like me!

~nv

20110324

Poem: Tuna Salad

TUNA SALAD
2011032441 - c2011 wlc

Explosions bursting in my head
Glows of the halos present to mine eyes
Such a light show, as I plant my ginger
Citrusy scent in a leafy disguise

I am here alone, but I am not alone
The hand that has held me is still ever ready
To catch me when I fall
Keep me upright and steady

I sit here with a friend
Munching crunchy salad greens
Tuna stuck within my teeth
Your image lives within my dreams

And when I wake my dreams are real
The croutons bringing luxury
Soon you'll walk into this room
Still more than just a memory

20110319

stash

This has been a good weekend for the most part. It's bright and sunny, snows are melting some, I'm at home relaxing, I have a number of new books to read (as if I didn't have lots already), and I've got all sorts of food to go make if I feel like it. I also have lots of tissue paper and such to make paper flowers with. (My current obsession, which is fueled by a party I'm going to in two weeks.)

But the one thing that is missing today is my little food monger. I was picking up dishes and found a piece of cinnamon toast. I was about to nibble it myself and then thought better of it - someone else would like this more than I would. I could picture the twitching nose and glistening eyes, watching me from behind the other side of the glass, waiting for me to come to my senses and share. So I relented, only to realize as I picked up the toast that she's not there anymore. Yet, still, I could very clearly imagine her grabbing the toast from my hand with her little hands, immediately biting into it, whiskers shaking, mouth chewing, eyes blinking every few seconds, the toast being turned in her hands as she went.

So I ate it for her. She would have loved it. Crunchy now, having sat out for a while; sweet cinnamon bursting with a hint of buttery salt which permeated the texture with flavour. Her cage is still sitting on the other side of the room, untouched. I cannot bring myself to clean it out, even though it's an eyesore without the life within it. It's funny, actually, to realize how messy having critters can be. I never notice it until they leave the cage behind.

Dale's off sugaring today. I think I'm going to go fry up some corned beef hash with our leftover St. Patrick's Day dinner. Sounds really yummy to me right now. Then I'm going to curl up with a book and sip tea until he gets home. Come to think of it, he might get home before I get to that point. If so, I might do paper flowers instead. The tea stays.

~nv

20110315

POEM: Lisa's Bridge

LISA'S BRIDGE
2011031421 - c2011wlc

The flame still burning here in me
Never quite extinguishes
No matter how often I might flee
I'll always find the blemishes

In time the tumors will be gone
I'll only see her having fun
Taps for food upon her plate
Or the glowing rainbow gate

For now, the story goes again:
I've lost another part of me
Sparkling tears where eyes had been
And still I know her soul is free

Now I cry in my love's embrace
And know he sees her in my face
He knows me well, knows what to do
Reassures as if it's new

Things are changing every day
Even when they seem the same
Adopting, living, losing, grief
How often do I write this game?

So I look at an empty cage
Past the point of aimless rage
And listen to the drop of falls
A roaring thunder in these walls

To Lisa: I will always miss you, you hoarding little rat. I hope you meet up with your sisters, and perchance, Gracie and Mercy. You and Gracie might have liked each other a good bit. You certainly shared a lot of food interests. I hope you know that I tried to time this for you, and meant only the best for you. Doesn't mean I didn't want you around longer, though. Quite to the contrary…

20110312

Mechanophilia

http://www.pet-loss-matters.com/stages-of-grief.html

Do mechanophila-type people (i.e., those who think they love machinery) also grieve when one of their machies dies?

If not, why?  Or, why is it 'unnatural' other than machines are man-made?




20110306

my old baby!

Now if only I could find Windows 7 64-bit compatible software to go with it.


From wikipedia:


Visor Edge

Visor Edge
Released in March 2001, the slim Visor Edge featured an MC68VZ328 DragonBall CPU clocked at 33 MHz. The 160×160-pixel, 4-bit grayscale (16 shades of gray) display was standard for most Palm PDAs. However, at the time it was the thinnest and lightest Visor, sizing in at 4.7" x 3.1" x 0.44" and weighing 4.8 ounces with the display measuring the same 2.25 inches square with diagonal span of 3.0 inches as other Visors. It was packed with 8 MB RAM and Handspring's latest version of the Palm OS, version 3.5.2H. Available in three colors, Metallic Blue, Metallic Silver, and Metallic Red, it was also eye catching. The built-in rechargeable Lithium-ion battery generally lasted two to four weeks on a charge. However, due to its size, the standard Springboard Expansion Slot was accessed through a slide-on sleeve rather than a built-in slot. Nevertheless, this still allowed the Visor Edge to access the Springboard Modules available.

Thankfulness

Sometimes you wake up particularly thankful.  I'm in one of those moods myself.

I'm very thankful for all that I have in my life...

...Dale of course... last night he was at work for over twelve hours fixing a server problem.  He stuck with it half the week trying to figure it out, and knew when to start over and who to ask for help.  And he even put up with me being a dingleberry while he was in the midst of it all.  Then he still had the energy to say he loves me and thanked me for trying to help.  Might sound funny but I'm thankful for seeing his eyebrows in the morning, because they're kinda cute, and remind me of his expressions when he's playing table tennis.  I'm thankful for his health so he can do all the activities he enjoys and those brows remind me of how active and happy he is.

...Family and friends... My mother taught me a lot in life and gave me an awesome vocabulary.  Despite our struggles, she somehow managed to keep me in her life, and has been there for me during the particularly bad times.  She is a woman with a strong sense of work ethic which at times has frustrated me but also became a strong admiration point, if for nothing else than her strength of conviction, which I feel I sometimes lack; I can look up to her for this when I need it.  I also have the most awesome mother-in-law who practices regularly the concept of "RAK" (random acts of kindness).  She has fully supported me in my relationship with her son, sees the good in people, has bestowed this wonderful attribute on Dale and is simply an absolute sweetheart.  My other mother-in-law is similarly awesome, holding family get-togethers to keep everyone in contact, providing delicious food for everyone, and organizing things to make them all run smoothly.  My father-in-law is a quiet but entertaining dude who taught his kids all about their later trades in life, spawning the interest that I can relate to myself and admire them for getting into.  He gave them a foundation to avoid fear of electricity by knowing how to handle it, giving them a grasp on things before they got to school.  My sister-in-law, too, for her strength and courage.  My brother-in-law, for his honesty and responsibility.  There are others but this would take a while...  Finally, I have many friends who haven't given up on me despite my oddities.  If that alone wasn't enough, many of them actually /appreciate/ my oddities and don't take offense at them!

...Pets... Kitty and I get along for the most part now, and I'm thankful for that because it's becoming easier to see what others see in her when she's not clawing my leg and glaring at me!  She's quite pretty and sweet, in fact.  Sinclair... where do I begin.  The fuzzy of my heart.  I am thankful for every morsel of food he begs for and then turns his back on, because it is evidence of his health as a cat.  Lisa, I'm glad for the extra year of life she's had so far and I'm thankful that she does not appear to be in pain from her maladies.  Pippin, for her cute little 'tude and velvety fuzziness.

...Our veterinarian.  He's not God, but sometimes I think God might have trained him.  He's done a lot for Lisa, bringing her through another year.  I wish he could do more but his expertise and love of animals is so evident that I know everything has been done for her medically.  He has saved Pippin a few times, too, from simple things like rhinitis which I had no clue about other than knowing something was wrong.  The cats may not like him, but his shots are quick and easy despite their protests.  He is a perfectionist, driven, working long hours, dedicated, and all the while, personable and cheerful.

...My dentist.  It took me twenty years to find him and about as many dentists.  He is not allowed to retire or move away, ever.  I have told him this.  'Nuff said.

...My doctor.  Pure luck finding him, I was just trying to find a provider to stick to my insurance plan.  He's not a pill-pusher, he's gentle, kind, listens, and seems to have some intuitive understanding of what's wrong, or incredible power of suggestion.  I still cannot forget the time I "knew" I had bronchitis based on past experience, and he listened, then told me to wait another week before getting the prescription filled because he had a feeling it would fix itself.  It did - four days later, much to my surprise.  I'm also thankful I don't see him more than once a year most of the time.

...My health... this goes without saying.  Without health, you don't have much and it's much harder to appreciate everything else!  Yeah, my foot still bothers me, but it was xrayed last year and nothing looked funky so I'm confident it's only the fasciia and it makes me feel better knowing I just have to be careful with it and avoid irritating it somewhat.  It's not as painful as it was a year ago.  I know how to try to avoid kidney stones, and I know what the beginnings of one feels like so I know when to "flush" it out before it gets me.  I know how to ease my colds and flus and I still only get sick maybe three times a year and feel great whenever one bout is over.  It's like a hard reboot of the body!  So, I'm even thankful for the seasonal illnesses that go around and am thankful they don't take more lives than they do.  I'm thankful that I'm strong and resilient and bounce back fairly quickly from colds and flus and know how to take care of myself and look at it in a productive and accepting way.

...Job.  I'll admit that I'm happy where I work.  I have awesome colleagues and an awesome boss who believes in me and always has.  A couple of my colleagues have turned into friends and I'm very thankful for that, too.  The environment is more productive and positive than it is negative... even during the less happy times, our team is a team and supportive of each other in some way.  I am thankful for it being this way right now, and am enjoying it so long as it will last - and I am thankful for past experiences which tell me things could be horrible, and they could get horrible any time, so I can better enjoy the current times while they're good and have something to relive and remember if they go downhill later on.

...Truck.  Six years old already, where did the time go?  Maintenance is getting more expensive, and I can hear the groans of this cold winter settling in on the chassis and other metal parts.  Yet every morning, it starts and roars to life.  It amazes me that vehicles can be this reliable in the first place, let alone six years down the road.  I have no doubt that I'll be saying this ten years from now about the same truck.

...The driving instructor who helped me earn my license.  His efforts changed my life for the better.  He gave me a gift I never imagined the implications of.

...House.  What a treat to look off the front porch and see the very spot we got married on!  What an awesome layout, with an awesome history, with just the right amount of land for gardening... no neighbours out back, just a beautiful sunrise over the treetops.  Enough space, plenty of spots to sequester oneself if the need arises.  Spots for company to stay, too.  We are so lucky to have this place.

...Computers.  Of course I love computers, but I'm really thankful right now for Talon, my newest addition.  Being a laptop with a hard drive big enough to hold all my crap, it hit me last night that my whole life is now in one thin device.  I can literally throw my life's work and memories in a bag and get in my truck and go.  It is almost disturbing.  But awesome.

...Food.  Mmm.  Food.

...Water to swim in and people that make that happen in the winter.  I learned to swim last summer, not just the motions of it, or the concepts, but the feeling of it.  At least, the relaxing part.  The other day I went swimming in 87-degree water and inadvertently swam out to the 12' section, thinking I was going along the length of the 4' section.  I got there, went to flip over, and realized suddenly that the floor of the pool was missing.  Despite the panic I held myself together and was quick enough to realize that it was OK, because I knew how to swim now.  Didn't stop me from being cautious and staying near the side, but I had lots of fun after that because it was something new, swimming out and having nothing scrape your foot... being able to fully extend in the water.  They're right - it's much easier to tread in deeper water!  It was also very nice to be swimming in comfort when it was below fifty outside.  Quite refreshing.

... too much else to list.  I want to go do other things and I'm thankful that writing more is not a requirement but something I naturally felt like doing and no longer wish to continue, and I have the freedom to start and stop at will.  I'm thankful if this list inspires anyone else to feel thankful for their blessings, because it will mean I've helped someone else be happier with what they have and look at things differently, maybe.

Over and out.

~w

20110304

Whoo! SQL ROCKS!!!!!

I'm at work but just had to blog about this one...

I just copied a table in SQL!!  I kept getting told it couldn't be done with this product, everything had to be done manually... but then I thought, that's BS... surely it could be done on the back end?  MWAH hahahahahahahahahaaaa!!!!!

Of course, I now need to test it thoroughly and check with them again and see why they didn't think of this themselves... I'm guessing they simply didn't think to tell me I can do it in SQL but maybe there's another reason.  I'll sniff it out eventually.

HA!

I'm beginning to like this sql business, now that it's less frightening... it's scary though that I am beginning to remember the table structure for this product.  Is it just me, or am I backwards engineering a lot of this?  Is it the product or me that's causing this?  lol

~nv

20110213

Soldering, sculptures, and peoples, oh my

Yesterday was awesome. First, Dale and I made plans to do some soldering together. Then a friend's wife called me to give me directions to this thing I had wanted to do and kept forgetting to sign up for.

So, Dale has this project he has been working on, similar to one he did before but this time a gazillion times better... More professional, nice design, etc. This time he designed his own circuitboard and would do his own soldering (with my help!) and it would all work! So we went to do the soldering and we had these tiny little resistors to stick onto the board. It really required three hands, because they were so small that they could move really easily off their assigned spots while you tried to apply the solder. So Dale held them with tweezers and I fought with the iron and solder. We did a lot of these! At least, it seemed like there were a lot. Then we did capacitors, which werealso tiny. It looked like I melted one and I got frustrated and nervous, but Dale was as usual unphased and merely encouraged me. So we finished four of those. Then I had to leave for something else, so he stayedbehind and I left.

This is where I can say that I never know what to expect.

After the soldering, I went to a ... Well, I cannot say yet because Dale might read this and he will find out soon enough about what it was about. Suffice it to say that in the process of doing that, I got to see a friend's wife, whom I have met a few times and found most entertaining. The dynamic of the pair was fun to watch the couple times I had seen them together, and I had thought to myself, it would be cool to get to know her better, become friends with the whole lot of them. (I had also found amusement in their children, the eyes of which shone with very similar personalities to their parents.)

What started out as idle curiosity, though, has begun to become more desirable to me lately because I worry that changes where I normally get to see my friend might lead to NOT seeing him, possibly ever again. So to see him/them outside of that realm, for me, is a good thing... To have that contact means more likelihood that should things occur to prevent the regular contact I currently have, I might have some other contact down the road and all would not be lost.

My worries are not unwarranted. I knew Stan, for instance, for about ten years and became very close to him during that time. I looked up to him as a role model because of his ethics and morals, and began calling him "dad" because, well, he was almost old enough to be a young father to me, he sometimes acted like my perception of one, and, since I had none to speak of anyway, why could I not choose one of my own? Lol But I digress. My point is that he was the greatest loss of several to me when I left that workplace. Thankfully, we still maintain a friendship outside of that realm, even if not often enough. But if we hadn't known each other so long and I had not made some effort, I may have had to resign myself to the chance meetings at the market. Blah.

My worries also stem from my childhood. I grew up in two states... Three, if you count where I emotionally grew up in addition to physically. I know not many children get to keep their friends their whole lives, but I was often different enough where it was hard to make and keep the few friends whose company I truly enjoyed... And then if I did make friends, I would soon be moving again. I did not find this much of a problem at the time but over time it began to wear me down and eventually I found solace behind a monitor. There, I made friends and I knew that if I moved I could take them with me. They were in this one box and even if I could not keep that one box, I could always find them in another one. It was awesome. Soon, though, I learned that not everyone put their online friends ahead of real life. Blah again.

At some point, I began establishing roots here... And met Dale, along with a myriad of new people which he brought with the merging of our lives. Then I switched jobs and met even more people. I began placing more emphasis on relationships and less on computerized ones, as scary as it was sometimes, and have found that I truly enjoy them, even if they can be tiring at times.

So, back to story before I lose it. I got to meet his wife again. Right. I also got invited over to their house after our activities were done. At first I was a little uncomfortable but that is of course normal. The children remembered me from before and that helped... For some reason, maybe because I am still "a children" in my heart, I get along easily with kids as far as finding something in common with them goes. I think he was a bit uncomfortable, too, because he was being very quiet and was not making any of his usual remarks or jokes or telling stories. Or maybe he was just lazing around the house on a saturday afternoon and did not really have it in him to be "normal." maybe this was a different side of him, we all have sides, right? Anywho, I can adapt, so I did. I took this as an opportunity to know the kids better and in the process of relating to them, kept one part of my mind on her, assessing, watching, learning. I discovered that at least in my presence, she is the primary authority for the kids and can be strict about preventing possible hurt feelings with others. I like that, because I have trouble drawing lines with children and this explained immediately why they show much restraint and respect despite their ages. As soon as I realized this, I was careful to be respective of it myself and cease any behaviour of my own that could teach the children that not everyone felt as she does about what they were doing. I saw it as advantageous to me, because it meant less conflict between them and us. I did not feel protective of myself because someone else was making sure I did not have to.

Her and I left to get pizza and in the process, she suggested I take some pictures of various ice sculptures. The venture of walking around with her was another opportunity to get to know her better and become more comfortable around just her. That worked amazingly well. She is very creative (duh) and I got to see some of the things she makes with yarn because we stopped in to a gallery where some of her work is displayed. I knew before that she is quite intelligent and uses it well, but I had not known much about the crafting side other than stamps from the last time we had met. One of the kids had also made some things there, and I was not surprised that it was the child I had long known to be most like her. My insides were all happy because I was beginning to like her on her own merits rather than what I kept hearing about her. I felt myself relax a bit and I hoped that my resulting layer of oddities would manifest as fun or eccentric and not just downright strange or eyebrow-raising. I never know what goes through someone else's head of course, but I am sure she was making similar assessments. What I do not have any clue about is whether those assessments were spurred because she wants to know me or whether she wants to know this person her husband knows, or whether she was just being polite and was getting to know me for his benefit. Whatever her motivations, I was happy to finally have a chance to get to know her, and perhaps establish a new friend in addition to establishing an external friendship with him outside of the usual realm.

Things seemed to be going well.

We eventually ended up back at their house, and she made chai for us (mmmmmm) after the pizza and other things we all came up with to do. He had come out of his odd quiet shell by now and I felt more at ease because the tension I thought I'd felt had melted, and I had food and mountain dew in me (oh yes they were quite nice and spared a Throwback, hee hee, that is another story).

I called Dale to let him know where I was, as I had expected to be home much sooner than it ended up being... In the end, I stayed late enough to see the kids go to bed and was surprised when one of them hugged me before tottering off to wherever they disappeared to for the night. I resolved not to stay much longer at that point, and called Dale again to let him know I would be on the road soon and he could expect me home in another hour to hour ten, depending on road conditions and the efficacy of my attempts to leave in a timely manner.

Oh! And Dale tested his freshly soldered board and discovered that it registers five volts, which was both expected and hoped for! Yay!!!!! Now he just needs one more part on the board and to program it, and put the rest of it together... ::tremble::

Surprisingly, my dreams are unmemorable. Usually when I experience new people and activities, I have vivid dreams, but not this time. I know my mind was digesting all the new information, though, because this morning I felt this need to write about the experiences from yesterday. I am sure that somewhere in those dreams, though, I was trying to figure out better ways to hold tiny little infinitismal resistors on a board... And for a split second when I woke up, I remembered the unrestrained openness of a child's hug and thought to myself that maybe I shouldn't be quite so tense in new situations. There is something rewarding about seeing oneself in a child's eyes.

Aight, the sun has already risen from our bed and taken off to seize the day, Dale following onits heels. I suppose it is time I do the same.

Carpe el diem!

~nv

20110209

Booger

My netbook is sick.

Last night, I had about 18 sites open in Chrome (that's the browser I use).  They were all about tea.  I left it sitting for a while as I went to the restroom, and when I came back my screen was plastered with a few "hey, your system is infected, let's scan it and install this and do that" popups.  I'm like, "[explicit F-Word]."  This is at around 9, and I was just on the verge of going to sleep anyway, but I stayed up to fix because, well, I was infuriated that the little geeky chickie infected her own laptop with something.  I know, it can happen to anyone, but still...

Well, after doing one scan and fixing some stuff, it wanted to reboot (normal).  I did so and was surprised to find that the screen was stuck at a blinking cursor.  Wouldn't boot at all.  Wouldn't even show that very first screen with all the computer's information before Windows comes up.  I was like, huh.  So I shut it off, turned it back on, and... same thing.  Huh.  Shut it off, took out battery, waited five minutes, back on, same thing.  Hm.  Growl.  Hm.

I tried the same sort of thing a few more times and was getting grumpier by the second.  It was already 10:30 by now, and I was exhausted, and still mad.  I was getting more and more upset that this could happen.  I employed what little imagination I had left at that hour to creatively strangle the authours of viruses and other ickware.  Then I resigned myself to the idea that Booger was over two years old, I paid very little for him compared to my other babies, and I'm in the process of saving for a new portable computer anyway.  His battery only lasts two hours now, down from ten two years ago.  Sigh.

As I powered him down for what I felt was the last time, the anger consumed me once again.  Being expendable all of a sudden, Booger got his battery yanked and the next thing I knew, I'd whipped him across the room in a short-lived tantrum.  Then I covered up and realized I was holding back tears that quickly spilled out all over my face.

Dale tried his best to comfort me at that point, but in the end I cried myself to sleep and got enough rest to be clearer in the morning.  I woke up and thought, Dale's right, there should be a way to reset the BIOS.  I was convinced it was in the BIOS because it wasn't even POSTing.  So I poked around and sure enough, there was a reset button on the bottom.  I looked it up and found that it helps if you can't shut down or cannot boot.  It actually did work.  I had to turn it on first, then hit the button.  It then finished POSTing, and wham, there was Windows.

I dragged the thing to work with me after attempts to download antivirus software failed (the internet connection kept getting slower and slower, then dying because of the infection).  In between tasks, I managed to hook up the hard drive to a junk pc with a bunch of scanning software on it, which I had loaded on there before for another scanning job weeks before.  Formatting it would not be an issue if it got infected with what I had, and it wasn't on Work's network, either.  So, I reasoned, very good place to scan my drive!

But the drive, even though it could see it, didn't show up as a drive letter.  I looked into the drive properties and it wasn't even showing volumes!  I thought, "WTF?" and immediately began suspecting the MBR.  However, I wasn't sure.

Well, I spoke to a couple of people at work and gleaned information as I went along.  In the end, it was the MBR, but it was NOT in addition to what I thought was the BIOS.  Turns out the BIOS has two settings, one that has a longer POST, and one (active) shorter POST.  Each looks for a different piece of the hard drive when handing things off to the MBR.  I could readily obtain set results by changing how it POSTed, and on a colleague's urging, realized that once Windows had booted, restarting would be OK because the hard drive had either been fixed by BIOS or something else was making it stay in memory while things progressed in the soft reboot.

Shut it all the way down, though, from Windows, and the next boot yielded the same results in that short POST.  This, my colleague correctly asserted, is ver indicative of an overwritten MBR.  He suggested I try another hard drive.  I did, and he was right - it booted fine, other than not having an OS, which I already knew would happen because the drive had been wiped clean.  But then I got, "Dude, you don't have crap on here" rather than "Ummm..."  My colleague explained that the BIOS might be pointing itself at two different spots on the hard drive, in other words, two different MBRs which are normally the same but one got overwritten by the virus and thus made things pretty sh**y for me.  I was advised to repair the MBR, and regardless of whether it worked, install 'nix and stop using Windows for my web browsing.  If I needed Windows, get a VM and use that instead.  Fine, I said to myself.  Good idea.  Hey, I know these things, doesn't mean I listen or like the idea...

Anywho, the BIOS was going, "Hey, hard drive?  Go ahead and fire up your stuff now."  The hard drive goes, "OK."  Then it consulted its map and instead of seeing the usual streets, it had only one.  So it drove down to the end of the street and stopped.  None of the buildings on that street had windows, so it sat there waiting for a streetlight to turn.  The streetlight was broken, too, so it never continued, and the poor little hard drive goes, "Huh, one heck of a long light."

In short, Windows is still there, but a friend and I had to repair the map so the hard drive could figure out where to go to find a house with Windows in it.  I had heard of this sort of thing occurring, but I'd never actually seen one.  The colleague at work had found it very amusing because this kind of virus is very old-school and you don't see it very often.

Now it's being scanned for the actual virus that caused the problem in the first place.

The funny part is that this is only the second time I got something, and the last one was the Colt virus back in 2001, which was one of the first ones in existence from my understanding at the time.  That one was easy to kill because I knew enough DOS at the time to immediately shut it down, think, and then boot off a diskette.  I had done a directly listing sorted by date and systematically deleted every file that had been modified in the past ten minutes.  That virus had modified 12 executables, all programs, so I only had to reinstall those apps over themselves.  I lost no data that day.  I seem to be a magnet for old-school crap.  Go figure.  The good thing is that a) I don't care if I have to wipe it out anyway and b) I know someone who knows about old-school things so I had a reference to hit up when I was trying to figure it out.  It is VERY interesting to me, how it works.  Much more interesting than the usual adware crap.  And, my friend and I had fun figuring out how to fix the MBR... it's not every day you have to remember commands, and when you do, it's even less likely for me at least to remember that it's from the Recovery Console.  Google is my fwend...

~nv

20110205

The mind

The mind is still out to get me in the morning.

Today I cracked an eyelid, saw daylight, and immediately squeezed it shut. Too late. I hear my mind scream, "DAYLIGHT!" No, no, I tell it, shhhh, go back to sleep... It is too early to be waking up, that was just a dream... Really, it is still dark out.

Mind says, "Nope, I saw daylight! DAYLIGHTTTTT! Daylight, I say! You could be playing the keyboard right now! You know that you did not play at all yesterday, right? Or how about the headlight? You could see about going out there and changing it before Dale even wakes up, and feel all proud of yourself for not letting him get involved, taking up more of his time! You could get tea! TEA! Why not get anice hot cup of TEA? You could make it in that kettle!"

I grunt inwardly and try to reason this out. "Keyboard can wait. Headlight would be easier with two peoplebecause of the battery and the cold. Dale wants to help, anyway. Tea... Why, okay, I do grant you that one... It does sound--"

"Settled, then. DAYLIGHT! Get up, writeabout me, pee, find tea, go change that headlight, get breakfast, play keyboard, call needed peoples, do some laundry, maybe vaccuum the upstairs --"

Dammit! It finagled awakeness in there again! And now it is in there doing its victory dance, excitedly running around in circles like it has drank a two-litre bottle of Mountain Dew. WTF? I want some...


Contentsofsignaturemaysettleduringshipping. -- Mike Beattie

20110204

Vegetation

The past three weeks have been a blur at work. This week things have
slowed down some, but I know there's another big thing lurking right
around the corner so I've been trying to take advantage of the
sorta-downtime and do the research I'm always sorely lacking.

Outside of work, there's company. We've got Amy of course, our
"neighbourhood" friend from the Co-Op here in town. She's really much
more like family now and we see more of her than anyone else. But
aside from her, we've seen a myriad of other folks over the past few
weeks... at least, I have. Another close friend of mine had a
birthday party and handed out "Don't Panic" towels to all who came.
(She turned 42, and for all of you who are not familiar with Douglas
Adams or his books, you will not understand the reference but be
assured it was an awesome theme.) In the past couple months I
attended that, two Pampered Chef parties, and soon I'll be making a
mask of my face. I've done "Team Building Bowling" with colleagues,
saw Caitlin Canty perform (she is _very_ good in person!), and saw at
least one movie; we've also dined with friends and family whether in
or out. And most workdays, I eat out at lunch with a friend and
colleague and get to discuss any number of things before going back to
work.

Finally, every evening, no matter how tired we are or how late we
stumble into bed (late for me is 11 of course, occasionally later)...
I get to pet Sinclair, shut out the lights, and say goodnight to the
most awesomest person in the world.

In these times of economic distress, I am keenly aware of how lucky we
are that we can enjoy good food and outings with those we love and
care about. I am glad to have a house to live in and a truck to
drive. It feels like Thanksgiving, and indeed every day is just that.

Still, on nights like tonight, I'm happy to just sit and vegetate.
I've been pretty busy all week... making room for a piano in the
spring, I moved a bunch of stuff around... then last night I realized
the house was still too messy so I ran around cleaning because I
thought I was having company twice today. Both, as it turns out, got
cancelled. Now I have a wonderfully clean house and can comfortably
and unexpectedly relax in it! So Dale and I are kicking back... he's
off to watch a movie my mother recommended and I'm over here writing
and we're eating pizza and drinking tea. I just discovered that Lisa
likes green peppers and she's managed to actually /eat/ every single
one off my pizza, and then some (I ran to swipe some more off the
pizza in the kitchen). I know her time on earth is much shorter now
and it's awesome to see her enjoying food so much... usually she
stashes everything, seldom actually eats in front of me like this
unless she really likes something. Wait... I /did/ feed her, right?
lol. (Yes, I did.)

I am very, very blessed. Just to top it all off and be particularly
thankful, Dale was a bit grumpy this morning (not that I would have
noticed had he not apologized for it) and didn't really want to go out
tonight, but intended to do so because we'd made plans to do so with
friends. Despite being very tired he went out and shoveled the second
driveway (where I park and intended to shovel myself since he always
shovels the other side). He offered to help me change my headlight
out. He ordered and picked up pizza. Then we found out we weren't
having company or going out after all. As he was doing the pizza, I
reminded him that I was thankful for him shoveling and all, but he
didn't have to do that, and I felt bad he was doing it because when I
decided to park there I insisted he didn't have to shovel two
driveways, just the one. He's like, "I guess I still feel guilty and
want to make up for this morning." By golly, if it makes him feel
better... but even though I wasn't even aware he was in such a bad
mood this morning, and didn't mind a driveway full of snow, he REALLY
didn't have to feel bad on my behalf! It does, however, demonstrate
one of those things I love about him... his sense of duty, right and
wrong, ethics, morals, whatever that is... he wants to do the right
thing, he wants to treat me well, and I'm very lucky to have that kind
of person in my life. I only hope I'm doing right by him, too. I
know I can be very self-centered at times, and I'm constantly watching
for that so I can try correcting it. This chickie knows what she has.
It's called a wonderful life, filled with Love. :)

On that note, I'm off to go read or something. Maybe I'll play some
keyboard... I've been trying to learn Canon In D by simply playing it
all the way through right-handed, regardless of how it sounds to me
now. My music teacher back in high school told us to learn each hand
separately and to learn the ENTIRE piece, never going back to the
beginning if you make a mistake, but continuing on. Otherwise, she
said, you don't get it sounding fluid once it's been learned. Never
faint of heart, of course I jumped back into reading one of my more
difficult pieces of sheet music. Not that it's difficult to play, but
I'm not really good at reading notes above the Treble staff or below
the Bass staff, so a good half or more of my notes are playing about
three seconds apart while I count lines and mentally tick off the
notes in my head. 12 pages turns into an hour really quickly at that
rate. But, it's my favourite classical piece, and I'm determined to
learn it before I get that piano. I aim to have it memorized before I
visit my mother again, too, so I can play it for her. My hope is that
I'll keep that determination long enough to actually succeed.

I think the "Don't Panic" towel will continue to prompt me. The empty
"piano" wall is helping, too.

!w

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Contentsofsignaturemaysettleduringshipping. -- Mike Beattie

20101206

Hieroglyphics

It dawned on me today that hieroglyphs may be nothing more than the result of boredom.

Take your average cave man.  He's in a cave with his fellow cavies.  They're holding a meeting to discuss which end of a carcass they should begin gutting once they've gotten one.  One dude off in the back has a sharp rock and next thing you know he's yawning, trying to keep his eyes open.  Doodling commences and a thousand years later we're sitting here trying to figure out why we can't figure it out.

How do you explain the glyphs on the sides of tall rocks?  Managerial offsite with lunch provided!

~w

20101203

Kitty was behind me

Kitty was just sitting at my feet sounding pitiful.  "Owh.  Owh.  Owhhk.  Owhh."  [the sound shifts from my left to behind me] "Owhh.  Owh.  Owhhhhk.  Ow.  Owh."  [sound shifts slightly to right]  "Ow.  Wh.  Hh."  She seems to have given up for now.

20101129

Fushigi

https://www.fushigiball.com/ - bad site design.

Be careful on the website if you're ordering any of these.  Say "no" to all the additional questions they ask (unless you're sure).  You will NOT be able to modify the quantities in your cart before checkout.  As soon as the questions are complete, the order is placed.  I find this to be bad juju, especially since I figured this was a completely separate order (which I wanted, but to a separate address), and have spent roughly 10-15 minutes on hold waiting for someone to talk to about it.

I figured since I was patiently waiting, I'd blog about this experience, and post everywhere I can find something about fushigi, just as a forewarning.  But since I wrote the above paragraph, someone came on the line and politely informed me that my order won't download into the computer until tomorrow and I should call back before 9am pst.

I am quite frustrated at the moment so will hold back on any really snide comments on web developers who are either morons or assholes depending on how the company intended their site to look, but the company might want to know that had they refrained from inserting shitty tactics into their site, I would have been a customer twice without having to bother them and now not only do they get extra work but so does their customer.  This means I get frustrated, which turns into anger, which turns into bad PR for them.

BS is getting less and less tolerable as I get older.

~nv

I HATE IPHOTO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

iPhoto is officially a fucked up mess in my book now.

They effed up the way you send photos to people.  Now it's geared towards old crotchety people who don't know how to read numbers.  (Sorry, but it's true in most cases of older folks, with few exceptions.)  You know how you could send photos and include the descriptions, the photo names, etc?  Well, now you CAN'T.  They made these weird, memory-intensive, costly templates to house the photos instead, so the names and such are either gone or hidden so well the typically lay person will never ever ever find them in a million years, making this poor techie's life even more miserable.

It used to be that when I emailed my mother-in-law or whomever some pictures, she could write back and go, "Oh, yeah, I like number 7631.  Can I have that full size?"  Now she's gonna get a stupid-looking bunch of pictures all nicely formatted into a big stupid sheet with no identification other than what the template permits me to write.  Well, no, she's not, actually, because I'm going to upload my pictures into iWeb and send her a link.  iWeb, I can still control whether the numbers appear or not.  I think...

Yep, I can...

Stupid developers.  I am so tired of the need to "improve" things.  Egads.

~nv

20101128

Communication

The other night my cousin told me what my mother's computer issue was.  I agreed and mentioned something along the lines of having ruled out the hard drive earlier in the day.  She replied to that with anecdotal evidence that hard drives don't sound like that.  I know hard drives CAN sound like a fan's ball bearing when they're on their way out, but whatever.  She's not as experienced and didn't realize there are different sounds to a dying hard drive.  Her statement was like a fallacy; my hard drive died and sounded different, therefore all dying hard drives sound like mine did.  A child's statement - like saying, "Because I'm white, everyone must be white."  Then you see someone from India or Africa and go, "Whoa..."

Anywho, the experiences I've had with CAPD have taught me many things, one of which is "don't go flying off the handle at every little annoyance."  I've noticed this to be a handy thing to remember in relationships, and especially in my relationship with Dale, because we both have the same problem with understanding people at times and replying "appropriately."  So, I try to hold back reacting until I have had a chance to think about things more rationally, whenever I feel slighted somehow.  This even carries over into non-communication issues, like two days ago, when I brought him lunch at work.  I wanted to surprise him, so I drove down without calling first.  Both doors were locked.  I couldn't get in and had to call anyway.  He seemed almost annoyed that I called, but I know that sound - it's not quite annoyance, but more like, "Wait, you never call me at work, and I'm at work, why are you calling me, and why are you saying you're outside with lunch?  You're throwing me through a loop here 'cause you never bring me lunch anymore since you work days now.  I've been put on the spot and cannot think."  So I said, "Oh, you have lunch, sorry.  I'll go home."  "Do you want me to come out?" I heard him hesitantly ask.  "No, no, don't worry about it.  I'll just head home."  So I left.  I was upset on the way home, letting my imagination run away with itself... work is more important than me, just because he's already got lunch he doesn't wanna see me...  But ultimately, I realized I wasn't upset with him nor did I have reason to be.  I was really upset with the fact that my plans to surprise him had failed.  Instead, I spent 40 minutes driving for no reason other than to feel completely stupid.  THAT was what I was upset about.  So I reasoned it out further.  "Okay, Self," I thought.  "Next time, call first.  It's still spontaneous but then he has a chance to react and you don't waste time.  You don't have to just pop in to surprise him.  Besides, giving him a 20 minute heads up might even be nicer for him, so he can mentally prepare for the visit and also look forward to it.  You know how YOU feel when put on the spot like that.  Why would you want to do that to someone else?  It's your own fault your plans failed."

So, I brought myself out of my misery and enjoyed the rest of the day.  Unfortunately, what I didn't know until later is that Dale felt bad all afternoon because he didn't even come out to see me after I went through all that.  We discussed this and I assured him as to why I wasn't upset and why he shouldn't feel bad.

Funny what an act of spontaneity and lack of forethought can do, huh?  This is why open communication is so important in a relationship, and why it's so critical to listen and care about the other person.  Most of our misunderstandings, in fact, arise when one of us is trying to be helpful to the other but doesn't explain that.  We're so independent that we miss it at first and think something weird is going on.  Reminds me of this show I saw once where a guy was taking dance lessons to surprise his wife at their anniversary... he wanted to take her to dinner and ask her to dance, which she had always wished he would do.  She, however, noticed his weird excuses for "working late" and began suspecting him of having an affair.  She ended up being in a really bad mood on their anniversary, but he asked her to dance anyway.  She asked, "Wait, you don't dance, how did you learn?" to which he explained all the long nights "at work."  Then of course she felt like a crud and began to cry.  I forget what show that was but it's another example of how secrets can hurt, even when they're well-intentioned ones.

That's all for now.

~nv

20101120

Lady

One day when I was a little girl, I was eating breakfast with Mum.  As I slurped my cereal, I began to let out the longest fart of anyone, anywhere.  I stopped slurping and began to laugh as my mother looked on, first with an expression of horror, then disgust, then sheer disbelief.  My laughs punctuated the farts, changing them from the reverberating making-you-bounce-on-your-chair kind to the gutteral type caused by intermittent crack-sealing.  Eventually it morphed into a long and winding squeak, more reverbs, some sliding sighs, and more squeals.  Meanwhile, my mother starts holding in her own laughter, eyes dancing with amusement mixed with utter horror.

I finished with one finalizing poot, and Mum and I sit there for a second before she finally says, "You know, when I named you, I had envisioned this fine, respectable young lady with her hair swept up and dainty pearls about her neck.  And now look at you!!  YOU'RE FARTING AT THE BREAKFAST TABLE!!!"  We both began to laugh at that and I've never forgotten it.  It is one of my fonder memories of my youth; Mum acting disgusted with me, but laughing anyway.

Well, I'm still no lady, but I'm a little bit closer.  This morning I made muffins and lemon squares for later tonight.  Tonight, you see, Dale and I are hosting "tea."  A couple friends are coming over and we're all going to squish into this little "tea room" I made upstairs.  I figure we'll pile into a heap up there and talk about farts whilst having tea and sweets on my heavy piano plates.

I'll make sure my little finger sticks straight out while I sip and that my hair's swept back into a pile on my head.  I don't have any pearls, though.

~nv

Am I British?

I was writing to my mother this morning and typed in the word "counselling."  Gmail immediately underlined it in red.  I re-typed, too lazy to carefully read whether I mistyped, and it came up again.  WTF, I thought.  I know this is right!!  So I looked it up.

Dictionary.com, at least, has the spelling I used.  However, it mentions that the double L is primarily British.

There's a guy at work that had suggested I should just move to Britain.  I was like, "Why?!" and he laughed and said, "about, scones, clotted cream, tea, and your various spellings of words."  A few days later I stumbled across mild frustration and jokingly said, "Oh, bloody 'ell" to which he laughed a bit more. The thing is, though, it felt quite natural to say even though it's not a common thing for me TO say.

I'm curious, now, to know if "manoeuvre" is also British.  I should go look that up, because I remember learning that word in school and thinking it didn't look right as "maneuver" (I think that's the spelling I learned).  I soon found "manoeuvre" and that somehow made so much more sense to me.  I cannot explain why, but it does.  Something about the "oe" combination, and the "re" at the end, makes it more proper somehow.  Oh!  Theatre is another one that tends to flow out of my fingertips more easily than "theater," which takes more concentration.

Not sure where all the British fancies come from, I mean, my mum's family is from a variety of places - England, Ireland, Scotland - so maybe they all use these things and I just don't remember them.  The few things that others would comment on when we'd moved was supposed to be "a Down East thing."  You know, "Don't upset the apple cart."  Once while I was in school, I got "What does 'puffed up with pride' mean?"  I remember glancing over at the teacher, who seemed, herself, slightly perplexed at my use of it on the board.  She knew what it meant, though, and saved me by explaining it to the other students, some of which made comments about "odd" or "weird" and "where did she ever hear that from."  Probably Mum, that's where.  Admittedly, I don't recall ever reading it or hearing it elsewhere.  Maybe it's another "Down East" thing.

Incidentally, "Mum" is a term my mother coined in our family... I believe her mother was "Mammy."  I am aware that it sounds British but it's really not, she just wanted to be called something different than her own mother had been, is all.  I personally like it better than "Mom" which has a long, drawn-out, whiny sound to it.  "Mum" is short and to the point, and kinda cute, especially to look at.  Of course, I tend to call her "Ma" to her face.  Bah, hah, hah!

Let's see... oh, another thing I found out is considered British is eating "continental style."  This is when you hold the fork in your left hand and the knife in your right.  I've done that on and off for a long time, naturally, and find it more efficient than doing everything right-handed and switching when you need to cut something.  I've always been somewhat ambidextrous, though, so I didn't think anything of it until I found out it's actually a style of eating.

Whoa!!  There's a whole site on English stuff!!  Check this out!! http://projectbritain.com/americanspelling.html

Jewellery is another one.  I have "misspelt" that so many times, and always thought, dangit, I always get that wrong!  But it turns out I'm right!!  (If I were in England.)  Every time I type that, I get underlines and eventually figure out it's "jewelry."  Which I have to think about every time.  Now, I cannot explain why "jewellery" feels right to my fingers, but it does, and I have a heck of a time getting that word to come out as "jewelry."  From a phonetics standpoint, the latter looks right... I dunno.  Somewhere I read it the way I want to spell it and it looks more normal to me despite it looking atrocious from a phonetics point-of-view.

I think I'll continue down through the list I just found.
realise - yep
cheque - no, not really.  I'm aware it's OK but usually spell it "check."  I like the look of "cheque," though.
kilometre - yep.
theatre - yep.
cosy - no, and this looks very wrong.  It's cozy.  It's funky, though, because "rosy" is rosy, not rozy.
favourite - all the time.
colour - all the time.
humour - a lot of the time.  I suspect I've spelt this both ways.  The funny thing is that gmail isn't underlining that one, nor "cosy."
dialogue - It looks right.  I'm not sure who uses "dialog" though, other than for maybe "dialog boxes."  I think that's the only place I've ever seen the "American" spelling.
tyre - I generally do not use this one.  Dale has, though, but usually when discussing Hakkapeliitta tyres. Whups.  I mean "tires!"

the "little girl's room" is not just English.  I have seen this used a lot in America.
couch is American, too!
So are several other household things.
There are a lot of these... some I recognise, some I do not... I wonder if recognise is in there.  Nope.  But it's primarily British at dictionary.com.  Sigh.

Aight, off to make more food.  :)

~w


Tea Room

So, Dale, Amy, and I visited a placed called Dobra Tea.  It's a lovely little tea shop with a couple little "rooms" for people to drink tea in and chit chat.  I liked the experience and decided I would try to duplicate it in some form or another.

Welcome to my little tea room.  It "opened" last night despite not being fully completed.  I just put in a couple old couch cushions I've been toting around with me for years, rearranged my playpen, and now there's a purple and white wall separating a third of the room from the rest.  A table flanks the open end so there's a tiny little spot to get into the cushioned area.  It's JUST big enough for three people to sit comfortably.  (Small people, mind you.)  I think I can squeeze in four but it'll be pushing it.  Still, for a shorter time than the three of us were in there last night, I think it'll be OK.

Amy stopped in last night and the three of us enjoyed our various beverages and snacks and generally just had a good time.  Dale ended up inventing a game of throwing our socks at each other over the "wall" of the thing, so he stayed barricaded in the tea room while we ventured out to the other side of the wall to bombard him with socks.  It was fun and helped to warm the room more.  Then it got late and I began to fall asleep on the floor and Amy went home.

Fun, fun, fun evening, and the nausea that has plagued me for two days has finally subsided.  I'm glad because I was getting _very_ annoyed by it... mostly because I hate nausea but also because I couldn't eat without feeling worse, and you know how I feel about eating!!

This morning I've baked some goodies for tonight's venture and am about to work on more.  :D

~nv

20101114

tea

I just realized that my tastes in tea have been changing.  Used to love Earl Grey, and then it kept oscillating between Ceylons and Keemuns and Kukichas, and now I'm into Oolongs.

My favourite at the moment is Da Hong Pao, which is an oolong from the Wuyi region of China.  I read yesterday that the first infusion is considered the worst and it's the third and fourth that are best.  I'm like, BS! but this morning had my third infusion of this wonderful tea and just brewed it longer to gain more flavour.  You know, it /is/ a bit better than it was before.  Smoother, and a bit... more oolongish, but with something else at the back of my throat, like the flavour is going up through my sinuses before I really get to taste it.  It's weird and I like it.  I had read also that one idea is to take sips of the tea as it is brewing - every 30 seconds - and note the differences as it brews.  Teas "open up" certain flavours at different stages of the brew.  I suppose it makes sense... some people like al dente pasta, others don't mind it smooshy.  I personally don't want it crunchy...  I also love Osmanthus Oolong, which is a blend I discovered at VT Liberty.

My sorta-current likes:  Most non-green oolongs, smokey blacks, earl grey, a few herbals like blood orange and dandelion leaf, kukicha, and the occasional green (not many I like but Dragonwell seems OK).  I also like this chai that Mary found for me.  Not all chais are created equal.  Before now I had only enjoyed Pacific Chai and now I don't really like that... but the chai she found for me is absolutely awesome with no milk or sugar whatsoever.  Perfectly refreshing, awesome blend!!

Dislikes (which seem to linger):  Most greens.  I also think whites are to me as most tea is to Dale:  tasteless leaf water.  I also hate pu-erh.  OMG it's horrendous.  The dude at VT Liberty told me that pu-erh is not supposed to taste like fishy sawdust but everything I've read about it says that those who hate it says it tastes exactly like fishy sawdust or moldy earth.  It's gross.  A friend of Dale's at work sent him home with a little container of various wrapped teas, little cakes, and I suspected they were pu-erh but thanked her and took them home, eager to find out.  I was sooooo right.  I still have them, but I know I will never, ever dare to drink them again.  Cringe.

DALE happens to love Rooibos.  It's an herbal.  He will tolerate jasmine-infused oolong tea, especially at a restaurant.  He'll also drink a combo of that with rooibos.  I don't know what it is about that stuff.  I think it's kinda weird and I'm not overly fond of the stuff.  I could probably drink it if someone served it without giving me a choice in the matter, but I never brew it for myself.

Lisa, my rat, apparently dislikes Dragonwell.  She's quite prone to tumours, and this morning it dawned on me that perhaps she could benefit from the greens I hate.  So I made her some Dragonwell, which actually, I like to some extent.  She passed by it with two inches to spare, obviously avoiding it like the plague.  The wanted my Geneva cookie, instead.  Then she asks, "What's in YOUR cup?"  Thankfully, she didn't poke her nose too far in when I let her sniff my blessed Da Hong Pao.  She sniffed, then looked at me like, "Why do you drink that stuff?"  She is definitely not Gracie.  Gracie loved my teas.  Then again, I never had Da Hong Pao when she was around.  Maybe she wouldn't have loved that one. I should see if Lisa likes Earl Grey.

Addendum:  Lisa just got bored and is now drinking the Dragonwell!!  At least, a few licks.  Hmmm... there might yet be hope...  Oh well, off to get ready for an outing with Dale and Amy.  We're headed out to find a tea shop.  I'm going to get some more Da Hong Pao while we're up there, and will also try something new.  We hope to find a seat in the back.  :D

~w

20101113

Snow Leopard

If I had known about this ONE FEATURE, I might have upgraded just a bit sooner from Leopard to Snow Leopard.

When you take a screen shot, it does not save it as "Picture 1.png" or "Picture 2.png" any more.  Oh, no. It finally makes SENSE!!!

Here is the new format:
Screen shot 2010-11-13 at 8.11.24 AM.png

Is that cool or what?  Now when you dump a bunch of fresh screenshots, never renamed, into the pictures folder, you don't end up having to rename them (unless you want to).  Why someone hadn't done this sooner is beyond me.  But the fact they did is BEAUTEOUS!!

The other thing I would have liked to see, but which has been remedied by a handy program called SizeUp, is the non-snappage seen in Windows 7.  SizeUp is a small program that runs in the background, however, which allows the same keystrokes.  It has a sibling that does it via mouse, like 7 also does.  I prefer keyboard so I purchased this one instead.

I think the creator is going to get a kudos email from me soon.  It's exactly what I had been hoping for.

Anywho, my current ramblings.  Oh!!  And our friend Amy has created a new blog:  http://picturewordbook.blogspot.com/?spref=fb

I like her writing.  She had told me that she writes sometimes, but she never produced anything for me to read (of hers).  It's nice to finally see some of it outside the usual business-oriented places.

~w

20101031

POEM: EMPTY WINDOW

EMPTY WINDOW
2010103101 - c2010 WLC

Another empty window
I want to fill it up with glee
Shiny surface gleaming
Like you have done for me

Sometimes I'm wrought with worry
But it must be clear to see
Despite a past of obstacles
I am with you happily

The past is nothing more than that
The future isn't ours to view
But in the present, where we are,
Is this gift of you

So I reminisce
Forget to live
With he who has
So much to give

Where do I go when I'm not here
Identifying with my words
Spelling out my history
Fingers singing like the birds

Lost within my memories
Looking forward to my past
So that I can live it over
Just in case it doesn't last

Yet still an empty window
I never have that much to give
I feel an endless pool of wonder
For your staying here to live

Wrought with worry, so afraid
It isn't very clear to see
Despite a past of disappointment
I'm still with you happily

Lost within my memories
Looking forward to my past
So that I can live it over
Just in case it doesn't last

20101013

Finally found my style

This is my ideal wardrobe.  This stuff has been tried and tested and I've finally figured out it's what I love.  Very specific, mind you.  I'm excited, though, because at least now I have an idea as to what I'm looking for!!

Shirts:  Rayon.  Sleeveless.  Button-up.  Solid-colour, if anything otherwise, then the most would be subtle stitching but no patterns.  Colours - dark stuff, like black, brown, deep reds, deep purples, dark greens.  A little below the waist for length.  I have searched high and low for these sorts of shirts and haven't yet found much in the way of what I like.

Pants (summer):  Gaucho.  That's what they're called!!  Gaucho!!  Basically capris with extra wide legs.  They look like a skirt when worn because the material is so loose and draping.  Rayon, patterned or not, any colour that would go with the usual colour scheme.  Cotton might work, too.  I don't see these very often.  One pair was at http://www.thelittlebazaar.com/category/Clothing/.

Pants (hiking or more all-purpose):  Zip-off pants with lots of pockets.  Awesome.  Solid colours, browns, greens, black.  I've seen this in heavy cotton and nylon ripstop.  Both are awesome.  I generally have found these at LLBean and other outdoorsy stores.

Pants (winter):  Still figuring this out.  The zip-offs would work OK if in heavy cotton.  I tend towards LLBean for now.

Jackets:  Dark/medium red or dark green denim or canvas, breast pockets, collared, button-up, obvious stitching a plus.  Would also go for a tan of sorts, or any shade of brown.  Jackets are good for two reasons.  First, when it gets cold, they keep me warm and I can still wear my sleeveless shirts.  Second, they offer pockets when I'm wearing skirts.  Finally, they tend to look good on me.  LLBean sometimes has them, as does Eddie Bauer, Orvis, and other such places.  I think Old Navy has them sometimes, too.  They seem expensive to me, but jackets usually are.  (Grr.)

Skirts:  Rayon or cotton.  Long (ankle-length, preferably).  Patterned or solid.  Lots of material.  I've seen a couple of things these are called:  Batik, swirly skirts, Hippie, Gypsy, Crinkle.  They're awesome and I finally found a huge selection of them at reasonable prices:  http://www.thelittlebazaar.com/category/Clothing/

Sweaters:  I don't typically do sweaters, but the few I wear are zip-ups in dark colours that are super soft to the touch.  I _hate_ wool.  It's never "not itchy."  Ever.  Chenille is very nice.  Generally I don't do anything polyester due to the static factor.  Whatever chenille is, it doesn't seem to cause static all the much.  :D

Shoes:  I know my style on this one, always have.  Black booties with a separate heel that isn't too high, the top of the booties fold down about a half-inch.  The problem is that shoes and my feet hate each other.  It has become impossible to find shoes my feet love.  Except for the five-finger ones, but those are for hiking and short-term use only.  Sigh.

Socks:  Black calf-high tube socks.  Became exceedingly difficult to find so I switched to white calf-high tube socks.  Gah!  I also wear colourful thin ones these days.  My favourite shoppe for the latter is hotsox.com.  Not warm in winter, though.  LOL

Hats:  No.





~w

20101012

pledge of allegiance

Ok, so I made a faux pas or something of the sort.

I was visiting some friends tonight and we somehow got on the subject of removing religion from school, etc. I mentioned how the Pledge of Allegiance oughta be removed as well if they need to go doing that. I was very decidedly met with disagreement. Very strong disagreement. "You don't deserve to be a citizen if you don't want to say it," I was told.

Why?

Here are my arguments:
1. People GENERALLY are told to say it as little kids. Little kids do not understand its implications, so at that time, it is either meaningless, brainwashing, and/or merely teaching what the words are so they can say it and MEAN it down the road.

2. A pledge should be honoured as such, and thus not require repeating. Thus repeating the Pledge over and over and over every day at school, at ball games, et al, cheapens the heartfelt meaning behind it and makes pledging less powerful and less serious.

3. It can be spoken with no meaning. Simply saying the words means that you are agreeing with/trying to fit in with/obeying/fearing/deceiving your peers.

4. Justice is subject to major changes in the country's standards. So, by pledging that you want justice for all, you are stating that whatever the laws are at the time, even if it is that whites who kill blacks cannot be imprisoned but that blacks who kill whites can be, then you are OK with that. That would be justice at that time. Fifty years later, the law could flip to the reverse, and you would need to be OK with that, too. I personally would prefer to call everyone equal, which is what /I/ was taught this country is about. Of course we know it is not, but I would dare to hope we will one day get there. I am an idealist, unfortunately for me. But, the whole "justice" word is more a question of symantics.

5. Under God. Do atheists recite the Pledge? What about religious folk who cannot pledge allegiance to anyone but their own God? What about idolatry? This addition is good in theory, but really does not work in today's world. I also read somewhere that the addition was made in respect to some speech which more correctly meant "God willing," which means it is not even worded right.

6. I have always had, and still have, a problem with "the flag." Why not just "I pledge allegiance to the usa?" Why the flag? It is a symbol, but so what? Are they trying to get us to say we will not burn the flag or otherwise be disrespectful to it? I do not understand this particular portion. Flags can change... ours has changed several times, with the addition of states, for instance. What if it changes? Is "the flag" always the current one? Does it include every flag the U.S. has used? I am thoroughly confused. Why would we care about a flag, anyway? Isn't it more important to worry about our country than a piece of material?

Why, in a democracy... and it is a democracy, is it not? Why, then, do some people feel I am unpatriotic, or worse, not worth my own American-born citizenzhip, simply for questioning the Pledge and disagreeing with saying it in school? To those people, I say you are close-minded people who simply accept what you are told and you might as well go live in a country with a monarch. No questions allowed, blindly follow your leaders and forget about what America is supposed to really mean. Don't tell ME how wonderfully free our country is if you refuse to further define what you mean by "free."

From my understanding, kids are not to be forced to say the Pledge, for many of the same reasons. This extended to when I was in school but I distinctly recall being scolded for questioning it in fifth or sixth grade when I finally began to understand some of the implications. I feel this left a rather long-lasting effect on me (ya think?) and I do not want to have this same impression of "you are free, but only if you agree with me and follow these rules and say these words even if you have no idea what they mean" to be bestowed on other children. We do not want other countries teaching their kids crap like this, so why should we teach ours the same thing? Let them mean it!

GOD BLESS AMERICA!

-w

20101011

Rant spawned by Angry Birds discussions

Angry Birds, an app that I know primarily through Dale's iPhone, has had a lot of talk lately.  Apparently Microsoft, in its quest to market its new phone, erroneously indicated that Angry Birds would be available on the new phone.  Whups.  The game's peoples have tweeted about this and said nope, no such plans right now, but nothing against MS.  I read quite a number of  comments which consequently bash Microsoft.

This led me to the following rant.  Personally speaking, from the point of view of a few issues I've had somewhat recently, it's quite annoying to have meaningless errors or a white screen of death as an add-in crashes Outlook.  First, I think add-ins are evil and no one should make them in the first place.  They ruin perfectly good, working software.  Second, no Office product should allow these add-ins to take over.  If they're allowed at all, then have some sort of extra programming that will ignore the add-in if it tries to do something evil to the program's functionality.  Then people could be more appropriately angry at the add-in developer instead of the the program's developer, because the add-in would simply cease to function. Instead, the app crashes, restarts, then pleasantly asks if you'd like to disable the offending add-in.  Disable?  No!  I want it to get temporarily shut down while the problem is occurring, then permitted to be enabled once it stops being an ass!!  Have a little menu under "Help" that has a list of add-ins that are getting disabled so you can go up there and see what's going on if you want, not be forced to deal or else cope with constant app restarts.  Zheezh.  This doesn't hold to just Microsoft.  I recently witnessed something similar with a rather expensive Autocad product.  Although, in this case, the app still worked, at least.  It's just the cryptic error that was ticking me off.

Now, all that said, there are Windows 7 features that are totally slick.  The snapping, the minimizing, the keyboard control that is BUILT IN.  Windows 7 is the flagship now.  Leopard is still nice, but for me, it's still not quite as intuitive because, well, I'm used to Windows.  Prefer it for my Office experience, most definitely.  Each has their place, though, as I've often said:  When I'm using Photoshop, I can't imagine using it on a pc again.  I cannot live without iPhoto, iTunes, iWeb.  Egads.  GarageBand may be useless most days but for those times when I get the musically creative itch, there it is, waiting for me, a free app WITH THE OS!!  You cannot, with any honesty, say that a Mac is not worth the money. You can only say it does not meet your needs (if it doesn't).  Which in all truth, it really might not.  Nothing wrong with that.

I would love to have a dedicated Linux box in the house, but I consider Linux to be an offshoot of Unix, an open-source mess with good (albeit sometimes snobbish) intentions.  I suppose I have become a sort of narcissistic diplomat when it comes to operating systems, in that I feel everyone should get off their high horse and acknowledge that not everyone has to like one thing, but everyone should agree that we don't all have to agree.  How's that for hypocrisy?  Or is that an oxymoron?  I'm not sure, but it's kinda funny.  I've always entangled myself in such things... don't listen to anyone.  Now listen to me.  Yeah, thanks, self.  That makes sense.

Anywho, if you like tinkering, Linux is great.  If you like developing, you can really chase any of the Big Three.  If you like creating or little fuss, go get a Mac.  And if you're used to Windows and like it, go out and get it.  I don't give a rat's petoobies.  I try to recommend based on what you need and can afford!

~w

20100905

Review of recent events

Iron Pour - awesome.  Pictures to be posted at mount9.com tonight.

Garden - awesome.  We grew a few cantaloupes that were really good.  We also got some fine tomatoes a-brewing.  In fact, I'm eating a cuke-mater sammich right now, using some tomato and cucumber grown in our own garden.  

Orchard - awesome.  Got gala apples, other apples, plums, sparkling mead, cherry bark syrup (been meaning to try that), cider, cider donuts, cider syrup, oh, and golden raspberries.  Yes, golden!!  Oh yeah, and normal raspberries, the now-boring red ones.  The golden ones are cool.  And sweet...

Waterfall - very very nice.  Peaceful.

Visiting - always nice.  Sense of belonging, family, support, happiness.  And we got Mountain Dew Throwback.  And I got to give Dale's mum some scones I made.  :)

Torchlight - up to level 32.  Go, me!

The Guild - where the heck is episode 11?  Is there one?  Must watch more...

Server - you're noisy and slow.  What up wid dat?

Dale - happy sigh...

~w


20100904

Review: You Never Listen To me

Review:  You Never Listen To Me

Note:  The imagery I describe below is my own interpretation.  It is not intended to reflect anything in the singer's or songwriter's life - personally, I'm guessing the song is about a relationship after childhood, or about something the songwriter saw in life.

It has been ages since I have heard this.  At one time, it had a very negative connotation to it for me, because it described how I felt about my relationship with my mother.  Now, those things have been resolved... or at least, I moved out, and we've since grown both apart and together in a more healthy, meaningful way.

The song starts out with a definite note of seething, cautionary anger.  It sounds dangerous, the only word I can use to describe it with any accuracy.  As if someone is standing there in its midst, about to explode.  It brings forth images of a dark alleyway, shadows cast upon the walls from a streetlight shining in at an angle.  The shadows move, and within the alley is a frightened teenager, hiding within a gang, the only place this person feels he belongs.  Then the song opens up to tell the tale.

He is off alone in this alley, with the shadows moving off on one end, him in the shadows.  He thinks back to his parents, who would not grant him any attention.  His inner voice is hurt and angry.  The guitar nods its agreement.  He left home and joined this gang so that they would miss him, but of course they don't, and he's even angrier.  They must be blind; they haven't noticed him gone, wasting their precious time!  How could they not notice?  Little splatters of a stringed instrument tangle themselves in the melody.  Synths weave slowly through the tale, lending an eerie, angry tone, phantasmal in its vague, hazy appearance.  An electric bass becomes his army of one, marching to the sound of the battle's heat.

All he wants is for someone to listen to him.  Ghostly voices murmur this dissent in the background.  The guitar echoes his pain.  Synthesizers thread through his hideaway, building walls to keep out the damp, musky mold that grows on the trash in the alley.  He shivers with the cold as he yells out, "I can't go on, knowing you're never a part of me."  The ghosts continue to haunt him in the background.  They won't leave him alone.  He's one with the gang now.  He cannot leave and keep what little remains of his sad, bitter life.  His hopes refused to be dashed, but he does not know how to get out, to find happiness.

[Note:  I LOVE the way he pronounces some of these words, "I can't go on" for instance... omg, it's almost British even!]

As he recedes behind a scrabble of trash cans, his army of one marches on down the alleyway, lending cover to his scrawny frame.  He falls asleep in the noise of the battle.

~whitney