A couple months ago I started another blog that was inspired by the “Security Tips” page I had here. I thought it was a good idea at the time, or, at least, I thought my concept for it was funny enough to shell out ~$10 for a domain name. Guess we’ll have to see if it goes anywhere.
OMG, MASSIVE COMPUTER NERDINESS AHEAD. YOU ARE WARNED.
Continue reading
Damn. It. All. Why does this always happen when I have a bunch of other, more pressing, issues going on?
I came home yesterday after lunch and the computer was powered off, with that awesome tell-tale “burnt electronics” smell emanating from its general area.
I can order a new one for about the same price (heh, including Windows 7) as it would cost me to replace the borken parts of the current one. The choice seems fairly obvious.
This will also give me a chance to do that long-delayed update from Kubuntu 8 to Kubuntu 10. And give me an excuse to buy a new monitor. And an external HD dock. And install VirtualBox so I can have Windows as a guest OS instead of rebooting every time we need Windows for something.
Its getting to me. Rather than write a rant about it, I’ll let some pictures speak for themselves. Continue reading
My mom passed away sometime on Monday, Oct 25, 2010. I spent most of last week going through her belongings in her apartment, gathering up paperwork, and making her final arrangements.
I would say that her death was unexpected, except that in going through her things I saw that she was not taking very good care of herself; honestly, I’m not sure that she has ever been able to. She was smoking heavily, drinking. I had a conversation with another resident of her building that said she liked to come to the group dinners; she had a lot of food hoarded in her apartment, though it didn’t look like she’d been eating very well – in quality and quantity.
I hadn’t spoken to her since some time in 2007, after Barton and I moved to Lansing. I feel guilty for not keeping better contact with her, but, it was mostly to protect myself. My mom was diagnosed “paranoid schizophrenic” – I could write a book based on my experiences with just her throughout my life. In the least, I should probably see a therapist/psychologist.
Thank goodness.