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*dies* Making the Gay Go Away!

(Science!)

http://www.theregister.co.uk/2007/04/27/email_harvester_lawsuit/ -- go Project Honey Pot! Best of luck!

http://www.scoutwalker.com/ -- still funny. (I found it!)

http://kucinich.house.gov/SpotlightIssues/documents.htm -- Did I link this already? Kucinich thinks Cheney should be impeached.

http://www.ajc.com/opinion/content/opinion/stories/2007/04/26/0426edabort.html -- Georgia wants to define the beginning of legal life as the moment of fertilization, which would outlaw certain kinds of birth control devices as well. I am appalled.

http://blag.xkcd.com/2007/04/19/life-imitates-xkcd-part-ii-richard-stallman/ -- RMS with a katana. Ph34r.

http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/html/localnews/2003683287_webtimecapsule26m.html?syndication=rss -- Time capsule from the 1950s. Pr0n from the 1970s.


I did tech support last night at the end of writers group. V had a computer problem. Turned out to be file type associated with the wrong program, which was what I thought it was when she said something about it. It was the work of a very few minutes. She paid me in cookies. Thin Mints. Hooray! We're also plotting a Rocky Horror trip. The thin mints for tech support got me much envy from my fellow Support denizens. I win at tech support, because I got cookies.


In the other end of things, where I was actually getting things done at work (brain-breaking things, which was why so much of my internal nattering wound up on LJ), I have things set to start in the direction of going first thing in the morning tomorrow. Tomorrow is a good morning to have things going, I think. I should be less sore by then. I was aching by the time I got home. No particular reason, just not enough bouncing around in my seat at work.

If I hadn't been so very, very tired, I would have been tempted to drive out to Mesa. I almost did. But I managed to not botch my will save, and went home instead. I think I need to adjust my meds a bit. This has been a crappy spring for a whole lot of people, and I've got the musical emotions going on.

Darkside answered the phone when I called after I got home and just vegged out for a while. Yay, Darkside. I was planning to share my glee at getting some of the DB stuff hacked out, but he was watching a game show with his mom. Instead of dismissing me, he kept me on the phone and I settled down to "watch" with them (I have no current TV, and really no need for one; I do have an old unreliable expensive tiny one, but that is not what I would call Real TV, especially as I've only rarely used it, and not for more than 10 minutes during the past 2 or 3 years) and we had a whole lot of fun. He seems to have embraced again the idea of hanging out on the phone, sharing an audible window of time together. That, and he also needs a) a job, and b) to be dragged out more often (or have more friends descend upon him). He has access to a hacksaw. And he said if there is no hacksaw, he thinks there might be a chainsaw. I didn't enlighten him about why I wanted to know these things; he didn't ask. He probably already knows, because either he reads my blog or my mind. The mental image of me using a chainsaw to cut up PVC pipe makes me think that I'm ten and about to get in a whole lot of trouble, and I'm not entirely sure why, because I never actually did anything like that when I was ten.

I got off the phone with him (almost a full hour later, which was nice -- he seems to be falling back into old-old socialization habits now that probably yet another crop of friends have drifted off with the change in his ability to contact them first), and then the phone rang again. (Speaking of phone, hcolleen, do you know where the wireless handset is? It's not near the charger and I didn't see it on your desk.) It was M from writers group, with a tech support question. That was gawdawful. Three women on that end of the phone, and only one with a slight amount of technical clue, and that one was not M and not the person whose computer it was. I mostly talked to her, and she relayed instructions to the person at the keyboard. It was Vista. I don't support Vista. It was missing NTLOADER or something like that; the slightly-tech-savvy one had Googled it, and based on the Google, asked me if I had any XP install disks. Google had assured her that when NT Loader went missing, the sure-fire cure was an XP install disk. I pointed out that a) this was Vista, and b) this was VISTA. It was only after I pointed out that Coke and Diet Coke are both Coke, but different kinds of Coke did it seem to sink in that Vista and XP are Not The Same Thing. (And it was never just Vista, no; it was "The Windows Vista Experience", or "The Vista Experience", or even "Vista Experience".)

I wasn't able to help much, but I did get their boot order shuffled so it booted from CD first. And of course they didn't have the Vista disks; they just had an upgrade disk.

*facepalm*

Help.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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