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To me, having to reinstall an os and move all my shit over is like moving to a new house. It’s such a huge inconvenience and then it takes some time before you “unpack” all your shit and forever before everything is just the way you want it.

We got new pc’s at work couple weeks ago (P4, 2.8Ghz, 1gig ram, 80 gig hdd) pretty sweet. I think I’ve finally moved in and unpacked my boxes. lol! It’s pretty much all I did all day yesterday and this AM. Now i’m installing fedora on my old xp machine. the dual p2. it has 512 of ram and about 70gigs of hdd space. Hopefully linux will run way faster on this fucker than that old dell whatever that is. It’s so slow it takes about 4 minutes for it to load all my email. sheesh.

so i got 3 monitors all hooked up to 3 different machines with 3 different video cards and i’ve gotten migraines 3 days straight. a BIG rarity for me.. I think my eyes really really hate the new gforce card.. i hope i can get used to it.

I had stumbled onto this soldier’s blog (fear and loathing in iraq) last month sometime as i was researching different blog sites when i was considering starting a new one.  I found the blog and thought it “wow, a soldier in iraq has internet access?” I read about one paragraph and decided i had had enough.  it sounded boring (don’t remember what part i was reading) and for some reason thought it was written by more than one soldier which didn’t appeal to me.  I much rather follow just one guy’s blog, not a dozen.

Anyway, Dennis was talking about that blog last week and I thought I would check it out again.  Well… now I’m hooked.  I stayed up all night, got a headache..  read for hours the next day, got another headache (white on black kills me) but I’ve read every last post now.  He doesn’t have the best grammer or spelling but everything he had to say kept my attention like a good book.  You don’t get as much info from the news or the paper at all.  Reading one soldier’s story is so much more personal and now I feel afraid for this guy.  He’s in the infantry and where a lot of fighting is going on.  Now I think he’s getting heat from his superiors in the army who discovered the blog.    … who knows if he will ever post again….

And as I’m reading different blogs today guess who else’s blog I find but Quentin Tarantino’s blog.    Just about everybody and their grandmother has a blog these days.  Amazing…

A Few Good Women

Well, I used to believe that more women didn’t go into CS because they just weren’t interested.  As I worked to get my bachelors degree in CS, my friends in college (all male; i’ve never been very  good at creating and keeping friendships with other women)  used to tell me what a rarity I was to actually love talking about hardware and shit on my ‘off’ time… to cream over talk of faster hdd’s and cpu’s, daydream of having massive amounts of ram, or stay up all night working on a program and forget to eat..    but you know what?  If it wasn’t for that computer class I took in high school (which i almost didn’t sign up for) I wouldn’t have known how much I would love it….  and that , YES, a girl *could* do this.    LOL!   

I liked it so much i got overzealous one night as i was logged into the VAX school system and did a little something that made many many people angry… yep, i had my computer account revoked.  (fucken admin jackass!)    but got it back the next day, thank fully.  it felt like someone had put a plastic bag over my head! 

but anyway i’ve got mixed feelings about anybody ‘recruiting’ people  (male or female) into CS.  If they start encouraging kids  in middle school, i’m all for it, maybe make an intro to computing course required just for the sake of exposing girls to it and get the true geek(ette)s to come forth… but not generally no.  I’ve known too many women (and surprisingly many men too)  in college and afterwards who are in it only because it’s a “career” choice, not because they really love it.    no joy, just a paycheck.  IMO, if you don’t love it, you will hate it or worse, suck at it.

If even the best man wrote his faults on his forehead, he’d pull his cap over his head in shame.
- some proverb

ok, so i’m doing some testing and i break a “production” server and end up having to rebuild it.  BIG DEAL!  it’s one of 44 servers on a LOAD BALANCER and nobody knew the difference.   

FUCK YOU! for having a PERSONAL PROBLEM with my methods.    that’s YOUR problem.  not mine.  nothing about you is better than me that I should worry about not hitting one of your fucken PET PEEVES.  you’re not my boss and you’re not my superior..  and FUCK YOU for venting behind my back and not telling it to me to my face until I go to YOU and ask what wire has gone up your ass after i notice some tension during a converstation about something else….    FUCKTARD!

aaahhh…  now that felt good….

now why can’t i say this stuff when it counts? (minus the F words and without being condescending, of course)  the curse of my life as always has been AFTER the fact, AFTER i cool down is when i can think clearly.   

mental note:  never confront when i’m boiling mad, and haven’t had time to think first.  I can never speak, and it has never worked well for me.  find a different outlet.

ok…  now it’s time to try to put this behind me and finish watching oprah.

I spent the day in key largo today with a couple of dennis’ fam.  the men all went fishing where they caught nothing they could keep while i stayed behind with his aunt and listened to her yammer about one thing or another.  she talks a lot, i don’t.    I rarely spoke except to say something important and the occasional i’m-still-listening grunts.  I learned a lot about d’s dad’s family, though…  interesting.   

Jada was a pain the whole time whining and being hyperactive.  she was tired but couldn’t sleep.  she’s picky about where and how she goes to sleep.  It was nice to do something different for a change, but I can’t say I had a hell of a lot of fun.

most interesting thing i find about this family is how nobody can decide how the last name is pronounced.  we have “boe-shay” (majority votes) and “boo-shay” (lol)..  One person always says how it was permanently mispelled when the ancestor(s) arrived in the US but it’s phonetically correct.    apparently since they’re of french canadian descent there is difference between how the canadians say it and how the french say it.   

Strange, but this (i think) is what gives me the most reservations about legally changing my last name.  seems like i’d be trading in a perfectly good (legitimate) name for a bastardized one nobody knows how it should be spelled and nobody can pronounce correctly including the family themselves!

what’s worse, dennis is the last hope for keeping the name alive and passing it on to the next generation.  He’s the very last male family member of breeding age.  None of the other family members left ever had sons or will ever have any more children.    eeep!    maybe if someone did a little research and cleared things up for me….

oh, but of course, the only way I can help is by spewing a male offspring out my loins. joy.

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ug, i’m still awake hoping to catch some olympics gymnastics (LOVE gymnastics)  but my eyelids have a different kind of catch in mind.    z’s

no internet access for a day and a half and it was MURDER! 

Dennis and I must have hit renew on the router’s status page about every 10 minutes all freaking day yesterday.  Today I just didn’t bother.  But imagine my delight when i noticed it was working this evening ‘by accident’.  weeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!!!