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I've been up since 6:00, give or take. A really nice wake up. A really good morning so far. A glass of milk, I think, a couple of episodes of the show, a bit of this, a bit of that. Everything from last night is done, mostly. Still a bit of sour g.i. going on, but nothing as drastic as the internal hurricane of last night. Temps, or sensations have normalized. Mostly. If this is a normal part of my phase, I'll be going through this again tonight. It's just what it is. No worries. I have learned to enjoy what I can, when I can. Actually, I've learned to enjoy even worse moments, sometimes even the worst of it. Hey, I've seriously had worse than anything I've gone through in decades. I can't consciously remember all of it, but it's in there. A quick flashcard of now and then is enough to know enough to realize this is better. Plus, a little to grumble about from time to time is just fine.
Oh, today? I'm about to place a call, then head to town. After I get back, I'll make another call or two. And I may get to pie crusts today. That's the plan, and it is possible. Well, after a cup of coffee and an episode or two. I'll make the first call, though, right away. Later.
Monday, December 22, 2014
Sunday, December 21, 2014
Imagine a crackling fire.
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Now imagine from your waistline to the top of your skull is crackling. Ah, there you go. It's not a fever. My feet are cool. My hands are roasting. My forehead feels slightly warm, my face is as hot or hotter than my hands. But inside my skin I am cooking in my own juices. My back feels as if I have flaming wings. No real fever trauma, or anything that would suggest an actual fever. I just never know what causes this sort of thing. The skin on my arms is actually cold, but they feel hot to my mind. Doesn't make sense.
I don't think the heat is a physical threat. But it does set me up for some other things. I fear dreaming in the near future. I still wonder about this sort of thing, billowing heat like this, is not medical. Spiritual, of nature, perhaps. Why should my face and forehead be hot to very hot while my eye area be cold? Why are my arms cold to the touch while seemingly alive with flame? Yeah. Oh, it could be some sort of odd medical. Maybe that is a perfectly normal fever for some. But this isn't like normal fevers I have had, from things like the flu.
Sunday? Hmm... The week... month... has flown. I am hoping to get to town again tomorrow. I tried calling my friend while in town. He didn't answer. I'll call again tonight. Either way, I do have some shopping to do. Good night.
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Now imagine from your waistline to the top of your skull is crackling. Ah, there you go. It's not a fever. My feet are cool. My hands are roasting. My forehead feels slightly warm, my face is as hot or hotter than my hands. But inside my skin I am cooking in my own juices. My back feels as if I have flaming wings. No real fever trauma, or anything that would suggest an actual fever. I just never know what causes this sort of thing. The skin on my arms is actually cold, but they feel hot to my mind. Doesn't make sense.
I don't think the heat is a physical threat. But it does set me up for some other things. I fear dreaming in the near future. I still wonder about this sort of thing, billowing heat like this, is not medical. Spiritual, of nature, perhaps. Why should my face and forehead be hot to very hot while my eye area be cold? Why are my arms cold to the touch while seemingly alive with flame? Yeah. Oh, it could be some sort of odd medical. Maybe that is a perfectly normal fever for some. But this isn't like normal fevers I have had, from things like the flu.
Sunday? Hmm... The week... month... has flown. I am hoping to get to town again tomorrow. I tried calling my friend while in town. He didn't answer. I'll call again tonight. Either way, I do have some shopping to do. Good night.
Feeling a bit better.
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Curtains open on a blustery gray day. The thermostat, both my body's and my homes, set a bit lower. Enough coffee and painkillers to soften the edge, the mechanical migraine being cut to size. Thankfully this migraine was caused by muscle tension, can't do much about the other kind(s). A bit of this, updating of Pale Moon and customizing add-ons for it. Ad-Blocker is great, but Pale Moon has a custom setup called Adblock Latitude, which can be downloaded from their site at the link.
I'm doing everything I can to clear and clean my machine. I keep getting pop-ups, from my "security" software, suggesting all is not good. But the software doesn't fix anything, or offer me any way to to stop the pop-ups. Hundreds a day, centered around, from what I can tell, just two programs. Programs named in such a way that they could be either legitimate or viruses. I don't have enough security-foo to know which is which. Even if I could find the differences, finding the programs, then actually removing them, might be a bit of a trick. Seeking help, online, is comparable to bleeding in the ocean. You are more likely to attract sharks than lifeguards. Not sure, these days, with the internet, if there even are such things as lifeguards. Just... money, money, money. If not for nothing, than worse. Ah, but at least we have the government (breaking through the back doors, leaving them open, all for our own good, don't you know). Bleh. Can't wait till the brownout ends. Though it's looking like the brownout has become permanent. Jeb? Really? It's good for business though. Crony capitalist business. No less, or more, than now. Just a different group of favored "capitalists" munching on public dough. I guess you get every cent you pay, I suppose unless you pay at gunpoint, innit.
Yeah, grumpy. Because I know they are working together against our interests. There are a few, but even they can't be trusted very far. Populists of one bent or another. Is that really as good as it gets? Maybe. For the foreseeable future that seems to be it. It won't be a bright, or long, future though. Maybe they really are having to compromise to keep the guts of the thing in. I seriously doubt it, but it is possible. I do realize, if they let it spill, it will hurt. And for a very long time. For generations. But keeping it in is just creating festering madness and it will only get worse. I am on the side of nature. If the patient can't survive, don't Frankenstein it. Just let it be. They aren't, though, trying to keep it together for us. They are used to lattes and silk, sex at a call, doses per request. They don't even know how to handle hard things, like real life.
I may take another dose of painkillers in a few hours, then try to figure out some things. I still have a call to make. I will probably watch a few more episodes before doing much. And I suspect, if I decide to make crusts, I might just make a half dozen of them at once, refrigerating what I don't use today. Wrapped in plastic wrap, then placed in air-tight containers, they should last a few days anyway. I used to be really good at making pie crusts. A bit of lard and a bit of butter. This time, probably, just butter. Though I may break into my coconut "lard". I've got an unopened container in the fridge. Crusts today, then tomorrow, if I behave and clean up, the first quiche pie or two. Oh... but I forgot cheeses. Gah! Always something.
Later.
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Curtains open on a blustery gray day. The thermostat, both my body's and my homes, set a bit lower. Enough coffee and painkillers to soften the edge, the mechanical migraine being cut to size. Thankfully this migraine was caused by muscle tension, can't do much about the other kind(s). A bit of this, updating of Pale Moon and customizing add-ons for it. Ad-Blocker is great, but Pale Moon has a custom setup called Adblock Latitude, which can be downloaded from their site at the link.
I'm doing everything I can to clear and clean my machine. I keep getting pop-ups, from my "security" software, suggesting all is not good. But the software doesn't fix anything, or offer me any way to to stop the pop-ups. Hundreds a day, centered around, from what I can tell, just two programs. Programs named in such a way that they could be either legitimate or viruses. I don't have enough security-foo to know which is which. Even if I could find the differences, finding the programs, then actually removing them, might be a bit of a trick. Seeking help, online, is comparable to bleeding in the ocean. You are more likely to attract sharks than lifeguards. Not sure, these days, with the internet, if there even are such things as lifeguards. Just... money, money, money. If not for nothing, than worse. Ah, but at least we have the government (breaking through the back doors, leaving them open, all for our own good, don't you know). Bleh. Can't wait till the brownout ends. Though it's looking like the brownout has become permanent. Jeb? Really? It's good for business though. Crony capitalist business. No less, or more, than now. Just a different group of favored "capitalists" munching on public dough. I guess you get every cent you pay, I suppose unless you pay at gunpoint, innit.
Yeah, grumpy. Because I know they are working together against our interests. There are a few, but even they can't be trusted very far. Populists of one bent or another. Is that really as good as it gets? Maybe. For the foreseeable future that seems to be it. It won't be a bright, or long, future though. Maybe they really are having to compromise to keep the guts of the thing in. I seriously doubt it, but it is possible. I do realize, if they let it spill, it will hurt. And for a very long time. For generations. But keeping it in is just creating festering madness and it will only get worse. I am on the side of nature. If the patient can't survive, don't Frankenstein it. Just let it be. They aren't, though, trying to keep it together for us. They are used to lattes and silk, sex at a call, doses per request. They don't even know how to handle hard things, like real life.
I may take another dose of painkillers in a few hours, then try to figure out some things. I still have a call to make. I will probably watch a few more episodes before doing much. And I suspect, if I decide to make crusts, I might just make a half dozen of them at once, refrigerating what I don't use today. Wrapped in plastic wrap, then placed in air-tight containers, they should last a few days anyway. I used to be really good at making pie crusts. A bit of lard and a bit of butter. This time, probably, just butter. Though I may break into my coconut "lard". I've got an unopened container in the fridge. Crusts today, then tomorrow, if I behave and clean up, the first quiche pie or two. Oh... but I forgot cheeses. Gah! Always something.
Later.
Good bloody morning.
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No anger, just a serious bit of pain. A small pile of anacin, right after medicines, I am hoping, will bring some peace to my shoulder, neck, and headache pains. Oh, I like those, some days. Not this particular day. I'm not in the mood. Usually those will fade with darkness as the day moves along. Not today, I can tell, without a little help. Even pain killers are merely going to sooth, not remedy. I only missed, in the end, a single day of medication, if... I bundled to catch up an half day. But I missed two days of insulin. I'm not sure why it is this brutal. I've missed, when on higher doses, for a week or two before hitting this kind of crescendo of pain. This feels like that sort of pain set. Hey, missing medicines, of both types, kills some people, I shouldn't complain. Feels like I've been sapped with a blackjack. Thing is, I know that won't do it. I've been punched, blackjacked, and batoned in the back of the head by pros, to no good effect (for them), or even a headache the next day. By the way, don't do that. The last guy ended up in the hospital for a week, and I was going as easy on him as I could. I knew he was just a dumb putz, tried not to put the hurt on him. Would have killed him otherwise.
Right now, however, I feel as if a spike was driven into the base of my skull. That may be why I am burning, too. But that doesn't make sense, exactly. I've been eating right, low carb, right amounts, mostly. I just can't figure this out. It happens. It was, I think, in the 30's last night while out a bit. I could not cool down. I was burning up. Got home, got everything in, stripped to a t and shorts, turned the thermo down to 66. I'm still cooking this morning. Feet and hands are a bit cool, but the rest of me is roasting. Just a wee bit of nausea too. If that is a new development. Ugh.
No snow, but it is raining, I think. I am almost sure I heard rain on the roof last night. I don't know whether to wish for snow or not. You never know how much will arrive, or how long the system will stay. I do like the look of snow, so long as it doesn't arrive by the foot, or three, and then drop several times a week for a month or two. That gets old fast. A snowblower is still a good lot of work, it is merely less than a shovel... unless all hands are on deck. Four shovels beat one snowblower, at least with what I need to clear. Got to admit though, if I am ever a dad, it will be done with shovels. A new friend showed me the light on that topic.
Hmm, today? I am not sure. I will attempt to not let this life gunk slow me down too much. I don't know. I did buy enough stuff to begin making quiche. I also purchased an appliance cart. I don't know if this is the cart I want, and I have some time to return it. I want to try it on my steps, bringing the old water heater up, and see if my friend still needs some help with it. If it passes muster, I'll keep it. If not, I'll return it and go bigger and better, or different. So many choices, many of which aren't worth it, or too specialized or weak. Never easy, is it. Which... for now... I actually like. It's not always in success, but effort, that gratification can be found. Those who find a way to only find gratification, to my mind, are often the most lost. They can't handle reality. I know from experimentation on a grand scale that there is no way to pure success. That is an illusion only abiding evil can create. That path leads to monsterhood. So... a call, perhaps some baking and cooking, and a few other things... but not quite yet. Coffee! That might help with the headache too. And pulling out of the slump. Later.
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No anger, just a serious bit of pain. A small pile of anacin, right after medicines, I am hoping, will bring some peace to my shoulder, neck, and headache pains. Oh, I like those, some days. Not this particular day. I'm not in the mood. Usually those will fade with darkness as the day moves along. Not today, I can tell, without a little help. Even pain killers are merely going to sooth, not remedy. I only missed, in the end, a single day of medication, if... I bundled to catch up an half day. But I missed two days of insulin. I'm not sure why it is this brutal. I've missed, when on higher doses, for a week or two before hitting this kind of crescendo of pain. This feels like that sort of pain set. Hey, missing medicines, of both types, kills some people, I shouldn't complain. Feels like I've been sapped with a blackjack. Thing is, I know that won't do it. I've been punched, blackjacked, and batoned in the back of the head by pros, to no good effect (for them), or even a headache the next day. By the way, don't do that. The last guy ended up in the hospital for a week, and I was going as easy on him as I could. I knew he was just a dumb putz, tried not to put the hurt on him. Would have killed him otherwise.
Right now, however, I feel as if a spike was driven into the base of my skull. That may be why I am burning, too. But that doesn't make sense, exactly. I've been eating right, low carb, right amounts, mostly. I just can't figure this out. It happens. It was, I think, in the 30's last night while out a bit. I could not cool down. I was burning up. Got home, got everything in, stripped to a t and shorts, turned the thermo down to 66. I'm still cooking this morning. Feet and hands are a bit cool, but the rest of me is roasting. Just a wee bit of nausea too. If that is a new development. Ugh.
No snow, but it is raining, I think. I am almost sure I heard rain on the roof last night. I don't know whether to wish for snow or not. You never know how much will arrive, or how long the system will stay. I do like the look of snow, so long as it doesn't arrive by the foot, or three, and then drop several times a week for a month or two. That gets old fast. A snowblower is still a good lot of work, it is merely less than a shovel... unless all hands are on deck. Four shovels beat one snowblower, at least with what I need to clear. Got to admit though, if I am ever a dad, it will be done with shovels. A new friend showed me the light on that topic.
Hmm, today? I am not sure. I will attempt to not let this life gunk slow me down too much. I don't know. I did buy enough stuff to begin making quiche. I also purchased an appliance cart. I don't know if this is the cart I want, and I have some time to return it. I want to try it on my steps, bringing the old water heater up, and see if my friend still needs some help with it. If it passes muster, I'll keep it. If not, I'll return it and go bigger and better, or different. So many choices, many of which aren't worth it, or too specialized or weak. Never easy, is it. Which... for now... I actually like. It's not always in success, but effort, that gratification can be found. Those who find a way to only find gratification, to my mind, are often the most lost. They can't handle reality. I know from experimentation on a grand scale that there is no way to pure success. That is an illusion only abiding evil can create. That path leads to monsterhood. So... a call, perhaps some baking and cooking, and a few other things... but not quite yet. Coffee! That might help with the headache too. And pulling out of the slump. Later.
Saturday, December 20, 2014
Billowing heat.
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That's a change, from recent affairs. I've been rather regular, temp wise, and comfortable at any temp between 68 and 74. I turned the thermo to 74 this morning, after yesterday's cold spell. I turn it down at night, but the room I sleep in is very cold if that is how I sleep best. Then, in the morning, I make a guess at what will be needed, temp wise. Today I went at 74, hoping that would be enough. My computer room is almost as cold as my bedroom, as neither have vents, and both are in an addition that is outside of the stone part of my home. Even so, I'm blowing off heat like a fired cast iron stove. I can feel it wafting up, sometimes even see air blur from the rising heat. It almost feels like a fever, but without the groggy, out of it, dreamy sensation that usually goes with fevers, for me anyway. Go figure. No, this is somewhat normal, or used to be. Actually, I am usually too hot. Something to do with health, my metabolism, and some other things. Nothing ever quite makes exact sense, too many variables. I have logged it before... logging food, drink, sleep times, health stats, felt and measured temp, perhaps a few other things. A long list, and I did well at completing the log. No pattern emerged after six months trials, several times, cross checked, so I pretty much just set the task aside. Burning, today. I'll probably jack the thermo down to 70, and hope that is enough.
It looks like we received rain. Perhaps snow, but I don't think so. It's not warm enough to have thawed. In fact, it seems too cold to have rained. Perhaps it was a warm front coming up from the south. Don't know. Then again, weather has been rather screwy for some time. Actually, since before my last, let alone first, birth. Even so, weather has been more stable since man walked the earth than it has been for all of the rest of earth's history, even if you abide "scientific" numbers. I am skeptical, at best. But it's what you think you know, if only because you have been told, and choose to believe who told you. Just another religion. If a false one. Whatevs.
Feeling good, in spite of cooking. The two don't always correlate. Body furnace times just come and go, sometimes meaning down or up, local or regional, times. It just fit any pattern. Waking, this morning, has been going pretty good. I have more hope of getting to town, but it's a slim hope. I'll keep working on it. Mostly dead, where mostly is the key word, but can cut both ways. Ha! Love me some language-foo, or is that ideal-foo? A mix? Whatever. Later.
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That's a change, from recent affairs. I've been rather regular, temp wise, and comfortable at any temp between 68 and 74. I turned the thermo to 74 this morning, after yesterday's cold spell. I turn it down at night, but the room I sleep in is very cold if that is how I sleep best. Then, in the morning, I make a guess at what will be needed, temp wise. Today I went at 74, hoping that would be enough. My computer room is almost as cold as my bedroom, as neither have vents, and both are in an addition that is outside of the stone part of my home. Even so, I'm blowing off heat like a fired cast iron stove. I can feel it wafting up, sometimes even see air blur from the rising heat. It almost feels like a fever, but without the groggy, out of it, dreamy sensation that usually goes with fevers, for me anyway. Go figure. No, this is somewhat normal, or used to be. Actually, I am usually too hot. Something to do with health, my metabolism, and some other things. Nothing ever quite makes exact sense, too many variables. I have logged it before... logging food, drink, sleep times, health stats, felt and measured temp, perhaps a few other things. A long list, and I did well at completing the log. No pattern emerged after six months trials, several times, cross checked, so I pretty much just set the task aside. Burning, today. I'll probably jack the thermo down to 70, and hope that is enough.
It looks like we received rain. Perhaps snow, but I don't think so. It's not warm enough to have thawed. In fact, it seems too cold to have rained. Perhaps it was a warm front coming up from the south. Don't know. Then again, weather has been rather screwy for some time. Actually, since before my last, let alone first, birth. Even so, weather has been more stable since man walked the earth than it has been for all of the rest of earth's history, even if you abide "scientific" numbers. I am skeptical, at best. But it's what you think you know, if only because you have been told, and choose to believe who told you. Just another religion. If a false one. Whatevs.
Feeling good, in spite of cooking. The two don't always correlate. Body furnace times just come and go, sometimes meaning down or up, local or regional, times. It just fit any pattern. Waking, this morning, has been going pretty good. I have more hope of getting to town, but it's a slim hope. I'll keep working on it. Mostly dead, where mostly is the key word, but can cut both ways. Ha! Love me some language-foo, or is that ideal-foo? A mix? Whatever. Later.
Yeah, down a bit.
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I wasn't exactly sure what the problem was. There is, of course, less light. But that didn't seem to be all of it. Then, yesterday, I was aware enough to see it. I had the thermostat cranked to 76F. I felt cold, did what I could, but could only push it to feeling cool. I could not warm up. I won't push the thermostat more than that, or the girls get sick. Seriously, at 76 I usually almost burn. I do use that, some morning, when I need to get going. Lately, it has been on 76 pretty much all day. And still it isn't quite enough. Odd, though. I can stand outside when it is in the low 30's, in pj's, without issue. Something odd with health going on.
I am keeping up on food, and dishes. Still doing very small bits and pieces of things. I didn't make it to town yesterday. I don't know when I will. Perhaps today. I keep it on the menu, but I am cooked. Pushing through just doesn't seem to work. I am keeping my day schedule. I am staying on meds, unless I missed yesterday. It was a rough one yesterday. More by feel than anything else, as I still cooked, did a small pile of dishes, and tinkered here and there. It is sort of amazing. Usually in this condition I am doing good to sit upright for three to six hours before crashing. Yeah, something has changed so that even downtimes aren't devastating.
Never mind. I'll keep plugging, and trying to push things a bit further along. I don't get to die soon, most likely, so I might as well shut up and get up. Again. Later.
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I wasn't exactly sure what the problem was. There is, of course, less light. But that didn't seem to be all of it. Then, yesterday, I was aware enough to see it. I had the thermostat cranked to 76F. I felt cold, did what I could, but could only push it to feeling cool. I could not warm up. I won't push the thermostat more than that, or the girls get sick. Seriously, at 76 I usually almost burn. I do use that, some morning, when I need to get going. Lately, it has been on 76 pretty much all day. And still it isn't quite enough. Odd, though. I can stand outside when it is in the low 30's, in pj's, without issue. Something odd with health going on.
I am keeping up on food, and dishes. Still doing very small bits and pieces of things. I didn't make it to town yesterday. I don't know when I will. Perhaps today. I keep it on the menu, but I am cooked. Pushing through just doesn't seem to work. I am keeping my day schedule. I am staying on meds, unless I missed yesterday. It was a rough one yesterday. More by feel than anything else, as I still cooked, did a small pile of dishes, and tinkered here and there. It is sort of amazing. Usually in this condition I am doing good to sit upright for three to six hours before crashing. Yeah, something has changed so that even downtimes aren't devastating.
Never mind. I'll keep plugging, and trying to push things a bit further along. I don't get to die soon, most likely, so I might as well shut up and get up. Again. Later.
Friday, December 19, 2014
Updating firmware?
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The shows that I bought, and was watching, seemed to crap out. The player wasn't working, stopped playing the blurays half way through season six. I figured an update was needed but I have never done one. I didn't know how to securely find a link, what to pull down, or how to get it over. A burned cd, perhaps, but neither of my burners are working with this computer. There is the new laptop, but I'm not going to toss that online until I figure out what security ware is worth using and get that installed... probably offline, through a thumb drive, at that. So... As it turns out, there is an internet jack on the bluray drive. A very little bit of research led me to plug it in, mess with the menu, and... it seems to be updating now. I never leave things jacked to the internet, not even my computer anymore. Monsters have learned to jack into everything, using it for God only knows what. Jacking the bluetooth, hacking wi-fi, storing data, turning them into machinezombies, who knows. Still, that is one problem, potentially, down.
While doing that, I looked at the clock. It seemed like a good time to call my mother. But, while calling, I realized my living room clock must be way off. It suggested it was 7:00, my phone said it was 5:34 or something, at the time I dialed. Yeah, I hung up after a few rings. But she will know I called, probably, if her phone grabbed the call (doesn't always). Or I'll try back in an hour. There is an hour difference, but that is still a bit early, I think. Sometimes. She is getting a bit odd with her sleep, compared to before. She's an early riser, 8:00 is, for her, sleeping in.
I have been tinkering with the computer itself lately. It has a lot of problems. It is, possibly, infected. I have the settings on high, so maybe the indicators are false positives. I have been running down leads, but can't seem to get solid answers. Hackers are using programs named after legitimate programs. Honestly, I'm not seeing a good way to differentiate. I am not seeing a good way to get rid of them, in either case. And my 'security ware' doesn't seem to do much, other than tell me, over and over, that it is blocking stuff. Amazon, an update program, and possibly others. It started up a week or two ago and I am now getting hundreds of blocks a day. My guess is something is up, it's everywhere, most aren't even seeing it, and there isn't a fix.
Well... on to see if the update is done. It sure was taking it's sweet time. Then again, maybe it has just been hacked. Or LG's service was hacked and is passing it on. Hard to know. It's looking rather grim out there, and we don't have anyone on our side. Later.
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The shows that I bought, and was watching, seemed to crap out. The player wasn't working, stopped playing the blurays half way through season six. I figured an update was needed but I have never done one. I didn't know how to securely find a link, what to pull down, or how to get it over. A burned cd, perhaps, but neither of my burners are working with this computer. There is the new laptop, but I'm not going to toss that online until I figure out what security ware is worth using and get that installed... probably offline, through a thumb drive, at that. So... As it turns out, there is an internet jack on the bluray drive. A very little bit of research led me to plug it in, mess with the menu, and... it seems to be updating now. I never leave things jacked to the internet, not even my computer anymore. Monsters have learned to jack into everything, using it for God only knows what. Jacking the bluetooth, hacking wi-fi, storing data, turning them into machinezombies, who knows. Still, that is one problem, potentially, down.
While doing that, I looked at the clock. It seemed like a good time to call my mother. But, while calling, I realized my living room clock must be way off. It suggested it was 7:00, my phone said it was 5:34 or something, at the time I dialed. Yeah, I hung up after a few rings. But she will know I called, probably, if her phone grabbed the call (doesn't always). Or I'll try back in an hour. There is an hour difference, but that is still a bit early, I think. Sometimes. She is getting a bit odd with her sleep, compared to before. She's an early riser, 8:00 is, for her, sleeping in.
I have been tinkering with the computer itself lately. It has a lot of problems. It is, possibly, infected. I have the settings on high, so maybe the indicators are false positives. I have been running down leads, but can't seem to get solid answers. Hackers are using programs named after legitimate programs. Honestly, I'm not seeing a good way to differentiate. I am not seeing a good way to get rid of them, in either case. And my 'security ware' doesn't seem to do much, other than tell me, over and over, that it is blocking stuff. Amazon, an update program, and possibly others. It started up a week or two ago and I am now getting hundreds of blocks a day. My guess is something is up, it's everywhere, most aren't even seeing it, and there isn't a fix.
Well... on to see if the update is done. It sure was taking it's sweet time. Then again, maybe it has just been hacked. Or LG's service was hacked and is passing it on. Hard to know. It's looking rather grim out there, and we don't have anyone on our side. Later.
Cute.
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I warned him but he wouldn't listen. While Putin seems to be suggesting the West is an obamination, which is in part true, he just got his economy handed to him. And, so, Eastern Ukraine, after a prisoner of war exchange, will be left to Ukraine. Warned him, I did. Too late though. That isn't, now, enough. He has upset some plans and there is no place for that sort of behavior. Russia, too, will be punished. Even if he is a Hitler or a Stalin, the times that allowed those monsters is over. Monsters work in a different paradigm, and do not wish to rile the masses with the old school ways. Cuts into profits, or in this case, the illusion of a reasonable economy. Yes, punishment. For helping people remember what they fight against.
I realized something, watching a vid I posted in a comment, and the comments about that. Part of why I have done and seen the things I have, wasn't to help me order survival. It was to realize I cannot save anyone. Not of soul, not of flesh, not even myself. That isn't in my hands. I saw not only what I could lose, but what I will lose. I saw the truth, and tried to alter it, in many ways. I also saw nuances of a cosmic order. Hell on earth is nothing compared to hell. No matter the pain, the loss, the blood, the death. Hell on earth is limited by life. Hell is not limited by anything.
The battles that will occur between good and evil are not salvational. They are merely to be fought to end time quicker, for evil, and to stall that, for good. A city, or nation, living, and dying, doing right and sinning. Almost everyone is already saved. They merely need to choose it, and not get lost in false options or doubt. The rest? It will be remembered as it is, a picture show, lived out to it's end. The only thing important, in it all, is whether an individual chose Christ, and took their cross, or not. Both are required. The big things, and other people, are not in our hands. Women choose by choosing a right man, men choose by abiding as well, but more directly.
You don't have to like it. I certainly didn't. I looked, I would guess, in my own very unique ways, at every option. I dug through the trash, I looked through the stores, I went high and low. I searched myself, others, and things you can't know. I looked for any other way... to heaven. My stubbornness, and God's will, kept me from the consequences, but also from the answer. Until I ran out of options. Even then, I didn't care too much for the notion. He was very patient. Until, finally, I stumbled in, sure that this was just another wrong way, somehow. It was the only road left, I realized. It really isn't that bad. Actually, I could beat myself for struggling so hard against it. The way, however, isn't as it would seem. There are better, and worse, places to find it. As Christ said, find it where you are, not where you want it to be, or how you want it to be.
Those first steps are not easy. What? No sex on demand? No this, no that? Well... mostly. Until your footing becomes more sure, that will be piecemeal. The hungers will feed on themselves. In time, you will understand your hunger, the needs and wants behind them, and how to be right with them. Once on the path, and well, temptation will weaken. Oh, they never quite fully go away. But the hungers will become quite manageable. Further, when you do fall, you will know how to fix that. It's almost all wash and wear. If that is humbling, as if being a baby while knowing what you do. *splat* Still, humble and clean is better than dirty.
So... don't worry. Don't try to just be happy though either. Happiness sneaks up on you when doing what is right. Just look to God and follow. Follow the light, bear against the dark, fight it if that is before you, suffer it if you must, but do not let it be your focus. Right through hell on earth. While facing God, you can never be naked, dead, stripped of anything. Away from Him and you have no hope, no matter how strong, fast, influential, rich, poor, or how much you believe in a false justice. Just trust me. I've seen as many options, more actually than I can remember fully.
.
I warned him but he wouldn't listen. While Putin seems to be suggesting the West is an obamination, which is in part true, he just got his economy handed to him. And, so, Eastern Ukraine, after a prisoner of war exchange, will be left to Ukraine. Warned him, I did. Too late though. That isn't, now, enough. He has upset some plans and there is no place for that sort of behavior. Russia, too, will be punished. Even if he is a Hitler or a Stalin, the times that allowed those monsters is over. Monsters work in a different paradigm, and do not wish to rile the masses with the old school ways. Cuts into profits, or in this case, the illusion of a reasonable economy. Yes, punishment. For helping people remember what they fight against.
I realized something, watching a vid I posted in a comment, and the comments about that. Part of why I have done and seen the things I have, wasn't to help me order survival. It was to realize I cannot save anyone. Not of soul, not of flesh, not even myself. That isn't in my hands. I saw not only what I could lose, but what I will lose. I saw the truth, and tried to alter it, in many ways. I also saw nuances of a cosmic order. Hell on earth is nothing compared to hell. No matter the pain, the loss, the blood, the death. Hell on earth is limited by life. Hell is not limited by anything.
The battles that will occur between good and evil are not salvational. They are merely to be fought to end time quicker, for evil, and to stall that, for good. A city, or nation, living, and dying, doing right and sinning. Almost everyone is already saved. They merely need to choose it, and not get lost in false options or doubt. The rest? It will be remembered as it is, a picture show, lived out to it's end. The only thing important, in it all, is whether an individual chose Christ, and took their cross, or not. Both are required. The big things, and other people, are not in our hands. Women choose by choosing a right man, men choose by abiding as well, but more directly.
You don't have to like it. I certainly didn't. I looked, I would guess, in my own very unique ways, at every option. I dug through the trash, I looked through the stores, I went high and low. I searched myself, others, and things you can't know. I looked for any other way... to heaven. My stubbornness, and God's will, kept me from the consequences, but also from the answer. Until I ran out of options. Even then, I didn't care too much for the notion. He was very patient. Until, finally, I stumbled in, sure that this was just another wrong way, somehow. It was the only road left, I realized. It really isn't that bad. Actually, I could beat myself for struggling so hard against it. The way, however, isn't as it would seem. There are better, and worse, places to find it. As Christ said, find it where you are, not where you want it to be, or how you want it to be.
Those first steps are not easy. What? No sex on demand? No this, no that? Well... mostly. Until your footing becomes more sure, that will be piecemeal. The hungers will feed on themselves. In time, you will understand your hunger, the needs and wants behind them, and how to be right with them. Once on the path, and well, temptation will weaken. Oh, they never quite fully go away. But the hungers will become quite manageable. Further, when you do fall, you will know how to fix that. It's almost all wash and wear. If that is humbling, as if being a baby while knowing what you do. *splat* Still, humble and clean is better than dirty.
So... don't worry. Don't try to just be happy though either. Happiness sneaks up on you when doing what is right. Just look to God and follow. Follow the light, bear against the dark, fight it if that is before you, suffer it if you must, but do not let it be your focus. Right through hell on earth. While facing God, you can never be naked, dead, stripped of anything. Away from Him and you have no hope, no matter how strong, fast, influential, rich, poor, or how much you believe in a false justice. Just trust me. I've seen as many options, more actually than I can remember fully.
Nap?
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It's what I saw on the menu, and ordered. I went down after noon. I can't be sure, but somewhere between noon-thiry and 14:30, I would guess. I set the alarm for 17:00, expecting to wake more like 16:00. I remember fussing with the alarm, but no details. I didn't wake until about 1:30. Some nap. Glad I didn't order a whole night of sleep! Must have needed it. Sure enjoyed it. I dreamed. A lot. The dreams are just on the tip of my tongue. Nothing harsh, just typical dreams. I remember two of the many, as I was waking. One seems to be totally gone, the other as I mentioned is just out of reach.
If I want to get out today, I'll probably need to nap. The stores don't open until 10:00. I doubt if I can make it that far and get out. So, somewhere around 6:00 to 8:00 I will try to hit it. I guess I can't wait until I've run the tank dry, or that close to it, before napping. I think the temps out there have simply dipped, and winter is officially here. I'll have to acclimate. No real problem, I think. Part of what one of my dreams told me. This used to be much more difficult, adjusting for seasonal change. It's improved. This year is looking very good. This is a very small bump on the road, this I can handle and recover from quickly. Mostly. Probably.
Still a bit tired. That is to be expected. It is getting better though. The fog has slowly been lifting. I am hoping to be fully back in the saddle in a week or less, but on to doing things today. To town, for sure, whatever it takes. Later.
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It's what I saw on the menu, and ordered. I went down after noon. I can't be sure, but somewhere between noon-thiry and 14:30, I would guess. I set the alarm for 17:00, expecting to wake more like 16:00. I remember fussing with the alarm, but no details. I didn't wake until about 1:30. Some nap. Glad I didn't order a whole night of sleep! Must have needed it. Sure enjoyed it. I dreamed. A lot. The dreams are just on the tip of my tongue. Nothing harsh, just typical dreams. I remember two of the many, as I was waking. One seems to be totally gone, the other as I mentioned is just out of reach.
If I want to get out today, I'll probably need to nap. The stores don't open until 10:00. I doubt if I can make it that far and get out. So, somewhere around 6:00 to 8:00 I will try to hit it. I guess I can't wait until I've run the tank dry, or that close to it, before napping. I think the temps out there have simply dipped, and winter is officially here. I'll have to acclimate. No real problem, I think. Part of what one of my dreams told me. This used to be much more difficult, adjusting for seasonal change. It's improved. This year is looking very good. This is a very small bump on the road, this I can handle and recover from quickly. Mostly. Probably.
Still a bit tired. That is to be expected. It is getting better though. The fog has slowly been lifting. I am hoping to be fully back in the saddle in a week or less, but on to doing things today. To town, for sure, whatever it takes. Later.
Thursday, December 18, 2014
Ugh.
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Breakfast, and clean up from that and supper. Watching episodes of the show. Struggling to get going. I did check my accounts. It looks like a dolly might be in the works. And a shirt I was considering has been ordered. While it isn't my style, at all... texture, type, or... wait, I am sort of into cheesecake, just usually on a calendar, not on clothing. Still, it's the idea. And, yes, I will wear it when it arrives, to particular places. *grins* I wasn't sure about sizing. Why, with a 52" chest, I generally wear only extra large, I can't say. And yet that is true. Usually. So I ordered my usual size and one size up. If all else fails, I am pretty sure I can get my money back by reselling the one that doesn't fit. Yeah, I could capitalize, but I won't. I will try to make sure whoever buys it intends on wearing it, then just break even on the sale. On some things, it's how I work.
I am gimping, a bit. Can't say why. Most projects, other than feeding the face, the girls, and showering have come to a stop. I've been tinkering with the thermostat, but that doesn't seem to be helping. I just can't get going. The next real task is to clean the spot of syrup off the carpet, prep the living room for using the steam vac, then get to that. I'm just not able to get to it. There are other jobs, chores, and such I could get to, but this one seems to be, to me anyway, the most likely to succeed in short order. It'll take cleaning the spot several times each day over several days to actually get the spot out enough that I am satisfied. I can arrange the room in the meantime, for an easier total clean. Vacuuming again, then wet vacuuming, then a few days to dry.
So many things I need to do, and want to do. But first, really, I need to get to town. I have a bunch of things to do there. Which will start some other projects, mostly cooking, when I return. Mushroom, goat cheese, and spinach; bacon and cheddar; and some other sorts of quiche. And, as I mentioned, going with home made crusts. Butter, cream, mushrooms, bacon, spinach, fresh flour, eggs, leeks, onion, parsley... perhaps a few other things. On top of a thumb drive or two and a heavy duty dolly if I can find one in town. Bleh... A nap, I think. Then a shower. Then, if I can, a trip to town. Later.
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Breakfast, and clean up from that and supper. Watching episodes of the show. Struggling to get going. I did check my accounts. It looks like a dolly might be in the works. And a shirt I was considering has been ordered. While it isn't my style, at all... texture, type, or... wait, I am sort of into cheesecake, just usually on a calendar, not on clothing. Still, it's the idea. And, yes, I will wear it when it arrives, to particular places. *grins* I wasn't sure about sizing. Why, with a 52" chest, I generally wear only extra large, I can't say. And yet that is true. Usually. So I ordered my usual size and one size up. If all else fails, I am pretty sure I can get my money back by reselling the one that doesn't fit. Yeah, I could capitalize, but I won't. I will try to make sure whoever buys it intends on wearing it, then just break even on the sale. On some things, it's how I work.
I am gimping, a bit. Can't say why. Most projects, other than feeding the face, the girls, and showering have come to a stop. I've been tinkering with the thermostat, but that doesn't seem to be helping. I just can't get going. The next real task is to clean the spot of syrup off the carpet, prep the living room for using the steam vac, then get to that. I'm just not able to get to it. There are other jobs, chores, and such I could get to, but this one seems to be, to me anyway, the most likely to succeed in short order. It'll take cleaning the spot several times each day over several days to actually get the spot out enough that I am satisfied. I can arrange the room in the meantime, for an easier total clean. Vacuuming again, then wet vacuuming, then a few days to dry.
So many things I need to do, and want to do. But first, really, I need to get to town. I have a bunch of things to do there. Which will start some other projects, mostly cooking, when I return. Mushroom, goat cheese, and spinach; bacon and cheddar; and some other sorts of quiche. And, as I mentioned, going with home made crusts. Butter, cream, mushrooms, bacon, spinach, fresh flour, eggs, leeks, onion, parsley... perhaps a few other things. On top of a thumb drive or two and a heavy duty dolly if I can find one in town. Bleh... A nap, I think. Then a shower. Then, if I can, a trip to town. Later.
Alright?
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Maybe. I crashed pretty hard and a bit early last night. I set the alarm, giving myself plenty of time to rest. I just didn't know if I would need it or not. The hope was to wake earlier, and I did. Sometime between 2:00 and 3:00 I woke, for the second or third bathroom break, then couldn't get back to sleep. I'm not sure with three wakes for that, it's rather unusual. I don't worry about something that happens once, only if it becomes chronic. Too many odd things happen, health wise, to worry.
I'm still a bit weary, as I have been for the last several days. That appears to be improving, but slowly. I am still eating at least daily, and taking care of dishes easily on the side. Well, and other things. Nothing big, it's difficult to focus and target projects, but I am doing little bits of this and that when I see, remember, or can focus. Not bad, really. I am sort of amazed at this downturn. I mean, this is seriously good for a downturn. Amazing, really.
No, I didn't make it to town yesterday. I was simply cooked, baked, fried, unable. Today, I hope. I would like to shop for a couple of thumb drives, bigger ones, with which to update files, perhaps even install security ware through them, onto the laptop, before I hook it in. I also want to look at dollys. Well, and I wouldn't mind finding ceramic baking beads, or such. Plus, I need various items for quiche and a few other meal types. Essentially, I am reviewing rough recipes, then will take my time and practice making quiche until I have it down. I know some people who might enjoy a free meal or two. There is no other way to get a skill down. I had thought to buy pie crusts, but I think I will make those myself. Perhaps a bit of both to compare? And I should see if my friend still needs help. I'm not the snappiest friend, but the intention is there.
I may, if I can keep on it, while waking this morning, make a few calls. It's been difficult to remember things, mostly going off instinct and happenstance lately, if not doing too badly even so. But the bigger, more distant, more involved, more out of sight things... those have been difficult to get to. I'm just, possibly, improving enough that I might be able to get to a small cache of required events and sooner rather than later. I'll... figure it out. Later.
.
Maybe. I crashed pretty hard and a bit early last night. I set the alarm, giving myself plenty of time to rest. I just didn't know if I would need it or not. The hope was to wake earlier, and I did. Sometime between 2:00 and 3:00 I woke, for the second or third bathroom break, then couldn't get back to sleep. I'm not sure with three wakes for that, it's rather unusual. I don't worry about something that happens once, only if it becomes chronic. Too many odd things happen, health wise, to worry.
I'm still a bit weary, as I have been for the last several days. That appears to be improving, but slowly. I am still eating at least daily, and taking care of dishes easily on the side. Well, and other things. Nothing big, it's difficult to focus and target projects, but I am doing little bits of this and that when I see, remember, or can focus. Not bad, really. I am sort of amazed at this downturn. I mean, this is seriously good for a downturn. Amazing, really.
No, I didn't make it to town yesterday. I was simply cooked, baked, fried, unable. Today, I hope. I would like to shop for a couple of thumb drives, bigger ones, with which to update files, perhaps even install security ware through them, onto the laptop, before I hook it in. I also want to look at dollys. Well, and I wouldn't mind finding ceramic baking beads, or such. Plus, I need various items for quiche and a few other meal types. Essentially, I am reviewing rough recipes, then will take my time and practice making quiche until I have it down. I know some people who might enjoy a free meal or two. There is no other way to get a skill down. I had thought to buy pie crusts, but I think I will make those myself. Perhaps a bit of both to compare? And I should see if my friend still needs help. I'm not the snappiest friend, but the intention is there.
I may, if I can keep on it, while waking this morning, make a few calls. It's been difficult to remember things, mostly going off instinct and happenstance lately, if not doing too badly even so. But the bigger, more distant, more involved, more out of sight things... those have been difficult to get to. I'm just, possibly, improving enough that I might be able to get to a small cache of required events and sooner rather than later. I'll... figure it out. Later.
Wednesday, December 17, 2014
Death is not preferred.
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Freak. Call me what you wish.
God spoke, vicariously, through a dream. The message was sure. I heard. Initially, in my grogginess, I could not fathom the meaning. Death is not preferred. I asked, debated, but knew. Yes, I knew. Further, about whom I knew. I just didn't... want to know. I wished only to end, end them, and it. No, you don't understand.
.
Freak. Call me what you wish.
God spoke, vicariously, through a dream. The message was sure. I heard. Initially, in my grogginess, I could not fathom the meaning. Death is not preferred. I asked, debated, but knew. Yes, I knew. Further, about whom I knew. I just didn't... want to know. I wished only to end, end them, and it. No, you don't understand.
A bit pinched.
.
.
Between sleep oddities, a promise to help a friend, and a scheduled event last evening, my last few days have been... difficult. Without anything else, I saw the opportunity to retake days back into scheduled focus. That alone was a bear. The weather has cooled, and changed, adding effort to the existing rigor. Then, I was told there would be an event. A Christmas show, which I really wished to attend. Yeah, I am an ogre. And yet, it is a good thing, even to me. Music, fellowship, with attention on Christ, God, the Holy Spirit. Twenty years ago, I might have barked a laugh at such an invitation. No, not for the reasons suspected. I wasn't worthy. I still question that, a bit. But God did ring. I have followed to where He led, as well as I am able. I bowed, went to my knees really, in humility and for forgiveness. Even when standing I try to remain on my knees. Always in God's presence, if I don't always see it... or remember.
Anyway, I have been keeping a day schedule, mostly. It's been very rough. Not much else happening. I haven't completely dogged out of life. Food, dishes, minor upkeep, showering, medicine. It is bottom of the barrel stuff, compared to recent weeks and months, but it is a decent baseline. Even the girls have noticed, and appreciate, the new step up to the plate of life. Messing with me is much more fun when, on the spur of a moment, I will pop up and hunt them back. Cats love the give and take of hunting and being hunted, attention seeking and giving, if at random moments for best results.
Today I am hoping to keep going well enough to finally get to town early enough to look for a number of things. I want to do a pricecheck for a heavy duty dolly, and perhaps see if local prices for Lightroom 5. I found one that does stairs (supposedly) rather well. The problem is it doesn't handle much weight. I can't swear how much a washer, dryer, or refrigerator weigh, but I am guessing my dryer is into the #100-200 pound area, and in a tight spot, so difficult to manage even more so. As I have been keeping up on the place, and doing more, I am hoping to clear and clean the back porch. Under the machines, and all. But I really need a strong dolly for that. And, next year, I hope to buy a new refrigerator... one that is specifically easy to clean and has a good reputation for maintaining temperature control. I hate meats refreezing in the refrigerator. Refreezing makes meat bland. Bought frozen or fresh, it was at least frozen once before. If "fresh", then it is definitely already twice frozen. A third refreezing, or fourth depending on how the butcher worked it, really things out the value of the meat. Yeah, yeah, most don't know, or care. It's just protein, right? Nutritional, and flavor, values, take a hit each time, from what I understand.
Anyway, yes, I am hoping to make a trip to town. Not, most likely, until around noon. Maybe early afternoon. It's as good as I can do. I have managed to get sleep in order, for daytime, but it's been, and remains, quite a bit of an effort. I don't know if I will be able to keep it going. There isn't much daylight, mind you, but it's more a clock than light schedule. If it doesn't hold, I will begin spinning through day and night again. We'll see. Oh... while in town I need to remember to pick up ingredients for quiche. I will be making three or four, to practice. Bacon in some, mushroom in other, with leek and spinach for vegetables, cheese of various sorts, and cream, in all. Perhaps fresh chopped parsley in a few of them, maybe onion and garlic as well, in some. Hopefully I will get a picture of any that turn out to my liking, while exhibiting photogenic properties.
For now, a few cups of coffee, a couple of episodes of the show, then a shower and air dry time. A bit pinched, certainly. But pinched no longer means completely lame. Later.
.
Between sleep oddities, a promise to help a friend, and a scheduled event last evening, my last few days have been... difficult. Without anything else, I saw the opportunity to retake days back into scheduled focus. That alone was a bear. The weather has cooled, and changed, adding effort to the existing rigor. Then, I was told there would be an event. A Christmas show, which I really wished to attend. Yeah, I am an ogre. And yet, it is a good thing, even to me. Music, fellowship, with attention on Christ, God, the Holy Spirit. Twenty years ago, I might have barked a laugh at such an invitation. No, not for the reasons suspected. I wasn't worthy. I still question that, a bit. But God did ring. I have followed to where He led, as well as I am able. I bowed, went to my knees really, in humility and for forgiveness. Even when standing I try to remain on my knees. Always in God's presence, if I don't always see it... or remember.
Anyway, I have been keeping a day schedule, mostly. It's been very rough. Not much else happening. I haven't completely dogged out of life. Food, dishes, minor upkeep, showering, medicine. It is bottom of the barrel stuff, compared to recent weeks and months, but it is a decent baseline. Even the girls have noticed, and appreciate, the new step up to the plate of life. Messing with me is much more fun when, on the spur of a moment, I will pop up and hunt them back. Cats love the give and take of hunting and being hunted, attention seeking and giving, if at random moments for best results.
Today I am hoping to keep going well enough to finally get to town early enough to look for a number of things. I want to do a pricecheck for a heavy duty dolly, and perhaps see if local prices for Lightroom 5. I found one that does stairs (supposedly) rather well. The problem is it doesn't handle much weight. I can't swear how much a washer, dryer, or refrigerator weigh, but I am guessing my dryer is into the #100-200 pound area, and in a tight spot, so difficult to manage even more so. As I have been keeping up on the place, and doing more, I am hoping to clear and clean the back porch. Under the machines, and all. But I really need a strong dolly for that. And, next year, I hope to buy a new refrigerator... one that is specifically easy to clean and has a good reputation for maintaining temperature control. I hate meats refreezing in the refrigerator. Refreezing makes meat bland. Bought frozen or fresh, it was at least frozen once before. If "fresh", then it is definitely already twice frozen. A third refreezing, or fourth depending on how the butcher worked it, really things out the value of the meat. Yeah, yeah, most don't know, or care. It's just protein, right? Nutritional, and flavor, values, take a hit each time, from what I understand.
Anyway, yes, I am hoping to make a trip to town. Not, most likely, until around noon. Maybe early afternoon. It's as good as I can do. I have managed to get sleep in order, for daytime, but it's been, and remains, quite a bit of an effort. I don't know if I will be able to keep it going. There isn't much daylight, mind you, but it's more a clock than light schedule. If it doesn't hold, I will begin spinning through day and night again. We'll see. Oh... while in town I need to remember to pick up ingredients for quiche. I will be making three or four, to practice. Bacon in some, mushroom in other, with leek and spinach for vegetables, cheese of various sorts, and cream, in all. Perhaps fresh chopped parsley in a few of them, maybe onion and garlic as well, in some. Hopefully I will get a picture of any that turn out to my liking, while exhibiting photogenic properties.
For now, a few cups of coffee, a couple of episodes of the show, then a shower and air dry time. A bit pinched, certainly. But pinched no longer means completely lame. Later.
Tuesday, December 16, 2014
A bit off, a bit rough.
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Not too bad. Just not as good as it has been. Pushing my clock around hasn't been easy. I wasn't doing it on purpose, it just turned out that way as I was trying to get some things done. I keep doing this and that, adding little tasks in when I can. I am slowing down. Fewer extra tasks, fewer main tasks. Weather may be shifting a bit too. Still, not bad.
Today I am hoping to get into town, to see what is available for a dolly, and then help my friend out. I was able to stay awake until past 19:00, then slept a full night. The body is a bit sore and tired. But I am keeping up on the house. Not the best but not too bad. As for the camera, all I really need to do is practice with it, if I do want to do some research on a couple of shooting scenarios. This time taking notes. The problem with research and study is you can end up doing that until your eyes bleed and it won't end up helping you produce a good shot. Between variabilities that can't be foreseen, the reality that reading isn't the same as doing, and mechanics versus thought, the only way to get a reliably good photograph in a particular setting is to practice a great deal. So... that is what I am going to have to do. Still, a couple of notes to give me something to work with while flopping or even succeeding but not quite optimally, would be good.
This week I am hoping to get to some business in which calls and sending packages might be necessary. There are a couple of minor, but important, tasks regarding home upkeep, and a few social projects. But, really, this week is mostly going to be easy. I don't quite have what it takes to begin tearing into the whole bedroom, or tearing apart the en suite, or... anything big. Just a bunch of little things, along with keeping up on dishes, laundry, and such. Changing sleep schedule really beats me up, and weather changes can knock me down a peg or two. Even so, even in this weakened state, I am doing better now than I did in my best condition this summer. I'll take it.
Later.
.
Not too bad. Just not as good as it has been. Pushing my clock around hasn't been easy. I wasn't doing it on purpose, it just turned out that way as I was trying to get some things done. I keep doing this and that, adding little tasks in when I can. I am slowing down. Fewer extra tasks, fewer main tasks. Weather may be shifting a bit too. Still, not bad.
Today I am hoping to get into town, to see what is available for a dolly, and then help my friend out. I was able to stay awake until past 19:00, then slept a full night. The body is a bit sore and tired. But I am keeping up on the house. Not the best but not too bad. As for the camera, all I really need to do is practice with it, if I do want to do some research on a couple of shooting scenarios. This time taking notes. The problem with research and study is you can end up doing that until your eyes bleed and it won't end up helping you produce a good shot. Between variabilities that can't be foreseen, the reality that reading isn't the same as doing, and mechanics versus thought, the only way to get a reliably good photograph in a particular setting is to practice a great deal. So... that is what I am going to have to do. Still, a couple of notes to give me something to work with while flopping or even succeeding but not quite optimally, would be good.
This week I am hoping to get to some business in which calls and sending packages might be necessary. There are a couple of minor, but important, tasks regarding home upkeep, and a few social projects. But, really, this week is mostly going to be easy. I don't quite have what it takes to begin tearing into the whole bedroom, or tearing apart the en suite, or... anything big. Just a bunch of little things, along with keeping up on dishes, laundry, and such. Changing sleep schedule really beats me up, and weather changes can knock me down a peg or two. Even so, even in this weakened state, I am doing better now than I did in my best condition this summer. I'll take it.
Later.
Monday, December 15, 2014
Slow, but getting there.
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Dishes are rinsing, I bagged everything several times. It makes it slicker to just grab the top bag, and whatever is in there, and get it to the trash or recycling, when there are several bags underneath. Same with waste baskets. I dished out just enough burger mac and cheese for a lunch, heating that on a paper plate in the micro. I'm just not moving fast, otherwise.
I am hoping to get the dishes done in an hour or so, take a shower, and head to town. I am not sure I will make it. The batteries are running quite low already. It's not that I worked a lot, though I have put in a decent minor effort. It's more that my clock is all messed up from over and undersleeping. I more just ended up being awake at this time of day from all else. I seem to have switched my time without changing my clock. Tomorrow might be as early as I can get to town. I won't plan for anything else, and will push my day today on into early evening. It's as good as I can do, I believe.
At least I don't need chips, a reader, or some of the other things I was worried about. I would like to get a rather robust dolly though. No, not G.I. Barbie... a appliance dolly, one that works on stairs. I want to clean out the back porch, and need it anyway. But it will help in doing a job for my friend. Yeah, I have other things in mind for it, like moving some furnishings and such out of my bedroom. I had one, but it pretty much crumbled moving straight weights. It was just for lighter stuff, I guess. I'm hoping to find one that does those things, plus folds down to a cart. Might not be possible, but worth searching. I may get in to town earlier tomorrow, to look for such a device at a couple of places. I'm looking online, too. Price comparison.
Yeah, well, back to life. Later.
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Dishes are rinsing, I bagged everything several times. It makes it slicker to just grab the top bag, and whatever is in there, and get it to the trash or recycling, when there are several bags underneath. Same with waste baskets. I dished out just enough burger mac and cheese for a lunch, heating that on a paper plate in the micro. I'm just not moving fast, otherwise.
I am hoping to get the dishes done in an hour or so, take a shower, and head to town. I am not sure I will make it. The batteries are running quite low already. It's not that I worked a lot, though I have put in a decent minor effort. It's more that my clock is all messed up from over and undersleeping. I more just ended up being awake at this time of day from all else. I seem to have switched my time without changing my clock. Tomorrow might be as early as I can get to town. I won't plan for anything else, and will push my day today on into early evening. It's as good as I can do, I believe.
At least I don't need chips, a reader, or some of the other things I was worried about. I would like to get a rather robust dolly though. No, not G.I. Barbie... a appliance dolly, one that works on stairs. I want to clean out the back porch, and need it anyway. But it will help in doing a job for my friend. Yeah, I have other things in mind for it, like moving some furnishings and such out of my bedroom. I had one, but it pretty much crumbled moving straight weights. It was just for lighter stuff, I guess. I'm hoping to find one that does those things, plus folds down to a cart. Might not be possible, but worth searching. I may get in to town earlier tomorrow, to look for such a device at a couple of places. I'm looking online, too. Price comparison.
Yeah, well, back to life. Later.
Sometimes taking out the trash is more than it seems.
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This trash day was the first, I believe, chance to get rid of the boxes and old rug removed during house cleaning. Between then and now I simply had too much trash, and no recycling day. I had forgotten. When I put the trash and recycling bags in the bins, and headed to the curb, I noticed the pile that was supposed to go. I wasn't really feeling up to it. Still, a deal is a deal. More, I did not want this pile getting buried under snow, rotting until spring, and then dealing with it then. When snow will come, and stay, is anyone's guess. Overdue, if you ask me. So... I had to pull bags out, squish and push this and that. The rug was a bear to work with. While we haven't gotten snow to stay, we have gotten snow and rain. I would guess this thing is seven by twelve. Dry it's a bit of a bugger, wet it's a bear, to manage. Still, after this and that, I got rid of the rug, then broke, bent, and stuffed the boxes into recycling. Done. Yeah, I went around the cave, picking up anything that needed to go, emptying the waste baskets here and there, so it's a straight job. Damn I'm doing good.
A bit of a break after that. The dishes should be ready for a final wash shortly. While these dishes and pots weren't left for long, they still needed a soak. Cheese, burger, mac is messy. It sticks to pots, it sticks to silverware, it's messy. I have everything down, pretty much, to a shine though. I just like that final wash, to be sure, and to get the last bits of grease out. After that, a shower. While showering, I will make sure the tub gets cleaned from after the dishes. The tub is really looking good. I had thought the porcelain had been scratched down to the iron. Seems not to be the case, and all the porcelain is quite nice... if not quite perfect yet. Good enough for a dame to take a hot soak and be relatively happy with it. But not quite to spick and sparkle. Might not be possible, it's older and the place is dusty.
Yeah, a couple of shows, perhaps the final wash and setting up a rinse, a couple more shows, then drying and putting dishes away. Another show and a shower. And, finally, a trip to town. Later today, when I get back... or tomorrow... I'll deal with all the new boxes that have arrived. Some need to be saved, some will be set aside for a specific group of items that may need to be sent, but some may just go away. I'm liking keeping up, as good as I can. Some days, though, you will lose. I will. I can only do so much. Later.
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This trash day was the first, I believe, chance to get rid of the boxes and old rug removed during house cleaning. Between then and now I simply had too much trash, and no recycling day. I had forgotten. When I put the trash and recycling bags in the bins, and headed to the curb, I noticed the pile that was supposed to go. I wasn't really feeling up to it. Still, a deal is a deal. More, I did not want this pile getting buried under snow, rotting until spring, and then dealing with it then. When snow will come, and stay, is anyone's guess. Overdue, if you ask me. So... I had to pull bags out, squish and push this and that. The rug was a bear to work with. While we haven't gotten snow to stay, we have gotten snow and rain. I would guess this thing is seven by twelve. Dry it's a bit of a bugger, wet it's a bear, to manage. Still, after this and that, I got rid of the rug, then broke, bent, and stuffed the boxes into recycling. Done. Yeah, I went around the cave, picking up anything that needed to go, emptying the waste baskets here and there, so it's a straight job. Damn I'm doing good.
A bit of a break after that. The dishes should be ready for a final wash shortly. While these dishes and pots weren't left for long, they still needed a soak. Cheese, burger, mac is messy. It sticks to pots, it sticks to silverware, it's messy. I have everything down, pretty much, to a shine though. I just like that final wash, to be sure, and to get the last bits of grease out. After that, a shower. While showering, I will make sure the tub gets cleaned from after the dishes. The tub is really looking good. I had thought the porcelain had been scratched down to the iron. Seems not to be the case, and all the porcelain is quite nice... if not quite perfect yet. Good enough for a dame to take a hot soak and be relatively happy with it. But not quite to spick and sparkle. Might not be possible, it's older and the place is dusty.
Yeah, a couple of shows, perhaps the final wash and setting up a rinse, a couple more shows, then drying and putting dishes away. Another show and a shower. And, finally, a trip to town. Later today, when I get back... or tomorrow... I'll deal with all the new boxes that have arrived. Some need to be saved, some will be set aside for a specific group of items that may need to be sent, but some may just go away. I'm liking keeping up, as good as I can. Some days, though, you will lose. I will. I can only do so much. Later.
Extra sleep.
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After waking last night, and writing about the dream with supper on the way, I realized I needed more sleep. I had cut sleep shy yesterday, to wake. Then I slept long after, to catch up.
I was hoping to be awake in time to get trash and recycling out, then to the curb. I think that will get done. I set the alarm for 6:00, just in case, but woke right at about 4:00. I've reset dishes from yesterday, washing as I went. I cleaned the stove, and cooking counters, off yesterday. Then set up dishes. Doing that right before my first bedtime, I really didn't have a chance to finish them. Lunch was just before that, so I honestly didn't have time for a one day cook to clean shot. I was still too tired when I woke to mess with it, as proof I went pretty much right back to bed. After I get the trash and recycling handled, though, I believe I will give the dishes a final wash, set them to soak, and probably have them dried and put up by noon. And a shower after that. Hmm, if I have enough energy, I might even strop the razor and give that a go.
I rinsed off the face with the trimmer recently. The razor shaving isn't going as fast or well as I had hoped. No gaping bloody wounds, but it's not as good as could be hoped. I have everything but the cloth strop, for honing further with the high grit razor lapping compound. I'm not sure when that will be in. I suppose I will need to check the post box for that more often, along with my whatever my mother sent. All good. Still, with the whiskers all shorter, perhaps easier to cut, I would live to give the straight razor, as is, a bit more practice. Yeah, crazy, I suppose. But it's a hobby that, eventually, will pay. In time I may collect old razors and fix as needed, then hone, and just have as a collection... or for barter and training. I see now why men often went bearded before the advent of modern razors or easy affordable access to barbers. Though even those are rather rough. I am honestly hoping, with some skill, that this sort of shaving will be better on the skin. No telling, I suppose, until I get good. Practice makes as perfect as possible.
Other than those things, I do need to get to town earlier this afternoon. My friend needs a favor, so... I meant to have that done Friday, I think, but it didn't work out. Then Sunday, but that didn't work out. So today it is. One way or the other, I will get in and take care. I may sniff around a few computer shops, seeing if any of the hobbyists have heard much about the various security programs and suites. Stay away from the minimalists. I've looked there. Going cheap, or to the smallest footprint, is for those who are, essentially, cheap or stylistically inclined. Much as with writing in such a way, few are really good at it. I am not among them. Most noobs, even, especially I should so, if they think five years is a long time, have no clue. Mostly. Just notes and considerations will be taken, no purchases... save perhaps a larger thumb drive. I used both I purchased for repair and settings images. So, a couple more, for now, to transfer any photos, once edited, for posting. That'll work for now.
Later.
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After waking last night, and writing about the dream with supper on the way, I realized I needed more sleep. I had cut sleep shy yesterday, to wake. Then I slept long after, to catch up.
I was hoping to be awake in time to get trash and recycling out, then to the curb. I think that will get done. I set the alarm for 6:00, just in case, but woke right at about 4:00. I've reset dishes from yesterday, washing as I went. I cleaned the stove, and cooking counters, off yesterday. Then set up dishes. Doing that right before my first bedtime, I really didn't have a chance to finish them. Lunch was just before that, so I honestly didn't have time for a one day cook to clean shot. I was still too tired when I woke to mess with it, as proof I went pretty much right back to bed. After I get the trash and recycling handled, though, I believe I will give the dishes a final wash, set them to soak, and probably have them dried and put up by noon. And a shower after that. Hmm, if I have enough energy, I might even strop the razor and give that a go.
I rinsed off the face with the trimmer recently. The razor shaving isn't going as fast or well as I had hoped. No gaping bloody wounds, but it's not as good as could be hoped. I have everything but the cloth strop, for honing further with the high grit razor lapping compound. I'm not sure when that will be in. I suppose I will need to check the post box for that more often, along with my whatever my mother sent. All good. Still, with the whiskers all shorter, perhaps easier to cut, I would live to give the straight razor, as is, a bit more practice. Yeah, crazy, I suppose. But it's a hobby that, eventually, will pay. In time I may collect old razors and fix as needed, then hone, and just have as a collection... or for barter and training. I see now why men often went bearded before the advent of modern razors or easy affordable access to barbers. Though even those are rather rough. I am honestly hoping, with some skill, that this sort of shaving will be better on the skin. No telling, I suppose, until I get good. Practice makes as perfect as possible.
Other than those things, I do need to get to town earlier this afternoon. My friend needs a favor, so... I meant to have that done Friday, I think, but it didn't work out. Then Sunday, but that didn't work out. So today it is. One way or the other, I will get in and take care. I may sniff around a few computer shops, seeing if any of the hobbyists have heard much about the various security programs and suites. Stay away from the minimalists. I've looked there. Going cheap, or to the smallest footprint, is for those who are, essentially, cheap or stylistically inclined. Much as with writing in such a way, few are really good at it. I am not among them. Most noobs, even, especially I should so, if they think five years is a long time, have no clue. Mostly. Just notes and considerations will be taken, no purchases... save perhaps a larger thumb drive. I used both I purchased for repair and settings images. So, a couple more, for now, to transfer any photos, once edited, for posting. That'll work for now.
Later.
Sunday, December 14, 2014
Such dreams.
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I saw parts of my life. I saw through my eyes, and the eyes of others, from the past. I do, and have always, considered myself an ugly man. Half giant, half man, all ugly. I never did understand how I was able to be with many of the women I was with. I didn't rate, as I accounted things. Frankenstein type ugly. It's how I see things, only worse as I grew older, gained weight. Yes, between sixty and maybe eighty lovers, some of them the type men kill, and die, for. I was never really into that killing and dying for a woman thing. She either worked, and was available, or not. If I do easily know the difference.
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I saw parts of my life. I saw through my eyes, and the eyes of others, from the past. I do, and have always, considered myself an ugly man. Half giant, half man, all ugly. I never did understand how I was able to be with many of the women I was with. I didn't rate, as I accounted things. Frankenstein type ugly. It's how I see things, only worse as I grew older, gained weight. Yes, between sixty and maybe eighty lovers, some of them the type men kill, and die, for. I was never really into that killing and dying for a woman thing. She either worked, and was available, or not. If I do easily know the difference.
Hmm, little surprises.
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After setting aside reviews for security software, I turned my attention to installing photoshop. At least that went simply enough. Yes, it wants me to join something. Initially, it seems, all programs offer something free. Then they ask for your wallet. Always. No thanks. Further, not being connected to the internet, or a way for the device to connect otherwise, no dice. I wonder how much junk will wake up as soon as I do connect the device? Lots, probably. You would think we were tourists in the poorest African nation, eating a ham sandwich, with all the hands out when a new machine connects to the internet. Half of those hands, even if offered a few dollars, would be stealing whatever else they could get their hands on while being funded.
Still, that went on easily enough. After that, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that there is a card reader indicated by the hardware setup. So I went looking. What I had thought was a minor vent, after closer inspection, appeared to be a card reader. Even closer inspection showed there to be two letters, on the underside of the case... sd. So... I tried it. Look, machines don't come with manuals, at all, anymore. They don't come with anything but a cord and the machine. I tried the sd slot and it worked. So... I can now take raw files and shift them to the machine. I will have to figure out photoshop. Actually, I have two pictures, and moved them over. Photoshop, or the one I have, isn't very good at touching up RAW files though. The pictures are too dark. While P.S.'s RAW lab does brighten them a bit, I can't get much more out of it. I don't know how it saves, so I don't want to mess with saving adjustments. I was hoping for more. RAW files hold serious data. This lab just doesn't offer much in adjusting that data. Then again, I just started tinkering.
I found a way to download a free copy of P.S.'s manual. But I doubt if that will be worth a crap. Manuals were written to give union employees work, not to inform the public. Often they aren't even accurate, on top of being written by technical writers for reasons other than being informative. It's a 9:00 to 5:00 job that satisfies some union rules for number of hires, hires not intended for the best and the brightest. The companies don't care, the employees don't care. Bleh. Still, it might have something useful in it. YouTube has become lame lately. Between seeming trying to end music access, pushing politically correct topics, trying to force multicultural crap, and not showing good posts with their search engine... almost trying not to show what was sought more like, I haven't been able to find much of any use on their site... for a long time. Working with them has become closer to pulling teeth than the breeze it has been.
Never mind, I'll figure the program out, or find one that works. Grumpy, a bit, dealing with stupid tech, unions, political correctness, and the rest of it. But... I'm not alone. A lot of people are camping it out, looking for solutions. Corps and .gov can only do so much. The damn is not just about to break, it is broken. It just hasn't spilled through yet.
Not bad, really. Even with the weight of a dozen apes on my back, I have gotten the systems working, and as good as is possible so far. I think, for a while, I will go back to researching security for the laptop. This old os X machine is pretty much done. There isn't much to do to save it. Old tech, with MS working to undermine it as much as possible to force people to a newer os. But the hardware, itself, is probably nearing the end of the line as well. Now to just figure out the new junk. Hey, if that were a car, it would be called a classic... in car years. First, though, I think I will see if P.S. has better ways of working with RAW files, or if that really is it, and how it saves... or how to change how it saves.
It's must be getting colder, or my fridge is set wrong or misbehaving. It's freezing meat when I thaw it and put it in there. Hmm... could tinker with it's thermostat I suppose. I am hungry. Waiting on the meat to thaw. I wonder if I turned the thermostat down this summer, in my illness, and forgot. With extremes in temp, and an older refrigerator, that may just be required. Hungry, dang it. Perhaps the meat is rethawed. Later.
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After setting aside reviews for security software, I turned my attention to installing photoshop. At least that went simply enough. Yes, it wants me to join something. Initially, it seems, all programs offer something free. Then they ask for your wallet. Always. No thanks. Further, not being connected to the internet, or a way for the device to connect otherwise, no dice. I wonder how much junk will wake up as soon as I do connect the device? Lots, probably. You would think we were tourists in the poorest African nation, eating a ham sandwich, with all the hands out when a new machine connects to the internet. Half of those hands, even if offered a few dollars, would be stealing whatever else they could get their hands on while being funded.
Still, that went on easily enough. After that, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that there is a card reader indicated by the hardware setup. So I went looking. What I had thought was a minor vent, after closer inspection, appeared to be a card reader. Even closer inspection showed there to be two letters, on the underside of the case... sd. So... I tried it. Look, machines don't come with manuals, at all, anymore. They don't come with anything but a cord and the machine. I tried the sd slot and it worked. So... I can now take raw files and shift them to the machine. I will have to figure out photoshop. Actually, I have two pictures, and moved them over. Photoshop, or the one I have, isn't very good at touching up RAW files though. The pictures are too dark. While P.S.'s RAW lab does brighten them a bit, I can't get much more out of it. I don't know how it saves, so I don't want to mess with saving adjustments. I was hoping for more. RAW files hold serious data. This lab just doesn't offer much in adjusting that data. Then again, I just started tinkering.
I found a way to download a free copy of P.S.'s manual. But I doubt if that will be worth a crap. Manuals were written to give union employees work, not to inform the public. Often they aren't even accurate, on top of being written by technical writers for reasons other than being informative. It's a 9:00 to 5:00 job that satisfies some union rules for number of hires, hires not intended for the best and the brightest. The companies don't care, the employees don't care. Bleh. Still, it might have something useful in it. YouTube has become lame lately. Between seeming trying to end music access, pushing politically correct topics, trying to force multicultural crap, and not showing good posts with their search engine... almost trying not to show what was sought more like, I haven't been able to find much of any use on their site... for a long time. Working with them has become closer to pulling teeth than the breeze it has been.
Never mind, I'll figure the program out, or find one that works. Grumpy, a bit, dealing with stupid tech, unions, political correctness, and the rest of it. But... I'm not alone. A lot of people are camping it out, looking for solutions. Corps and .gov can only do so much. The damn is not just about to break, it is broken. It just hasn't spilled through yet.
Not bad, really. Even with the weight of a dozen apes on my back, I have gotten the systems working, and as good as is possible so far. I think, for a while, I will go back to researching security for the laptop. This old os X machine is pretty much done. There isn't much to do to save it. Old tech, with MS working to undermine it as much as possible to force people to a newer os. But the hardware, itself, is probably nearing the end of the line as well. Now to just figure out the new junk. Hey, if that were a car, it would be called a classic... in car years. First, though, I think I will see if P.S. has better ways of working with RAW files, or if that really is it, and how it saves... or how to change how it saves.
It's must be getting colder, or my fridge is set wrong or misbehaving. It's freezing meat when I thaw it and put it in there. Hmm... could tinker with it's thermostat I suppose. I am hungry. Waiting on the meat to thaw. I wonder if I turned the thermostat down this summer, in my illness, and forgot. With extremes in temp, and an older refrigerator, that may just be required. Hungry, dang it. Perhaps the meat is rethawed. Later.
Yeah, well.
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I've been looking over internet and anti-virus programs all night. Most of it looks fail. There is better and worse fail, but honestly, none of it is truly outstanding. Free stuff is worth every dime, cheap stuff even less. But paying more doesn't seem to help much. Basically, it looks like hackers are seriously on top at this point. Then again, they probably pay better than paying users. Truth is, if you have a computer, someone else is using it. Smart phone, tablet, doesn't matter. If it connects through wi-fi, potentially bluetooth if there is something nearby that can control it that has access to wi-fi, your device is pwned. It just comes down to who else is using it. Better and newer means only .govs and .corps, unless they rent the use to others. I have security on this machine, but I don't honestly care for it. It, like the rest probably, works right up until it doesn't. I can never quite tell if it's doing anything. It doesn't tell me what it does to what it finds. And, often, I get repeat problems that it just doesn't seem to do anything with. currently, it is blocking something like amazonawd, or such, from internet access. The last time I checked, it had refused access 90 times in an hour or three. No option to fix or change anything, for me. It just says it blocked access. Hmm, haven't seen it messing around lately. Either it succeeded or stopped, but viruses don't stop, so...
I will probably set security suites and software reviews aside. I'm not getting anywhere with it anyway. I'll just install photoshop and see where I can go from there. If I happen to get that up and going, I'll then mess with some things, and figure out how to transfer a couple of pictures over, after taking them and figuring out how to transfer them. My machine says it has a card reader. I'll look again, perhaps it's some sort of internal card though.
Yes, I sprayed the bathtub for one more cleaning. It may be about as good as it is going to get. I'll mess around in there, then figure out what to eat. Mac and cheese sounds good, maybe with tuna. I don't think I have marinara sauce, or spaghetti type sauces. Yeah, they are a bit different, somehow. I use them interchangeably, for the most part. More shows, as I think about installing photoshop. Too many electronic things to mess with at once. It'll get done, eventually. Later.
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I've been looking over internet and anti-virus programs all night. Most of it looks fail. There is better and worse fail, but honestly, none of it is truly outstanding. Free stuff is worth every dime, cheap stuff even less. But paying more doesn't seem to help much. Basically, it looks like hackers are seriously on top at this point. Then again, they probably pay better than paying users. Truth is, if you have a computer, someone else is using it. Smart phone, tablet, doesn't matter. If it connects through wi-fi, potentially bluetooth if there is something nearby that can control it that has access to wi-fi, your device is pwned. It just comes down to who else is using it. Better and newer means only .govs and .corps, unless they rent the use to others. I have security on this machine, but I don't honestly care for it. It, like the rest probably, works right up until it doesn't. I can never quite tell if it's doing anything. It doesn't tell me what it does to what it finds. And, often, I get repeat problems that it just doesn't seem to do anything with. currently, it is blocking something like amazonawd, or such, from internet access. The last time I checked, it had refused access 90 times in an hour or three. No option to fix or change anything, for me. It just says it blocked access. Hmm, haven't seen it messing around lately. Either it succeeded or stopped, but viruses don't stop, so...
I will probably set security suites and software reviews aside. I'm not getting anywhere with it anyway. I'll just install photoshop and see where I can go from there. If I happen to get that up and going, I'll then mess with some things, and figure out how to transfer a couple of pictures over, after taking them and figuring out how to transfer them. My machine says it has a card reader. I'll look again, perhaps it's some sort of internal card though.
Yes, I sprayed the bathtub for one more cleaning. It may be about as good as it is going to get. I'll mess around in there, then figure out what to eat. Mac and cheese sounds good, maybe with tuna. I don't think I have marinara sauce, or spaghetti type sauces. Yeah, they are a bit different, somehow. I use them interchangeably, for the most part. More shows, as I think about installing photoshop. Too many electronic things to mess with at once. It'll get done, eventually. Later.
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