For Sale: Gateway MX-3422 Notebook. AMD Turion X2 1.6ghz; 14.1 Widescreen Ultrabright WXGA TFT; 2gb DDR2 RAM (maxed); GeForce Go 6100 integrated graphics; 80gb hard drive; DVD+/-RW DL optical drive; 4-in-1 media reader.
Full specs: http://tinyurl.com/23bamfq
Currently it has a fresh and patched current copy of Windows XP Media Center Edition, matched to the 'Genuine Windows' key on the underside. It's a capable beastie, but I had a chance to grab a Compaq factory refurb that's several steps above it and no longer need the Gateway. The keyboard is brand new, since I had a bad habit of eating at my machine. WiFi has always been solid and dependable, as has the battery. Charger pack is an aftermarket replacement, as the original was damaged in my last move.
I think that's everything.
It’s been decided. On October 20th, 2010, we will wear purple in honor of the 6 gay boys who committed suicide in recent weeks/months due to homophobic abuse in their homes at at their schools. Purple represents Spirit on the LGBTQ flag and that’s exactly what we’d like all of you to have with you: spirit. Please know that times will get better and that you will meet people who will love you and respect you for who you are, no matter your sexuality. Please wear purple on October 20th. Tell your friends, family, co-workers, neighbors and schools.
RIP Tyler Clementi, Seth Walsh (top)
RIP Justin Aaberg, Raymond Chase (middle)
RIP Asher Brown and Billy Lucas. (bottom)
REBLOG to spread a message of love, unity and peace.
Ow, my foot hurts. Long story, boils down to me being exceptionally clumsy. Again. :(
Truck blew a headlight this morning... it was working when I left the house, and dead when I pulled into McD's to get an Egg McMuffin. I've had the truck for years, and this is the first headlight to blink out. Not terribly important, but weird things fascinate me sometimes. I'll probably put a pair of ultrabrights in her and save the still-good one as an emergency backup.
Work tomorrow. Bleah.
Book sale tomorrow. HOORAY! I love my books, treasure each and every one of them. All 850+ of them. :)
Hair gets done Sunday. One of my few remaining vanity points; looking at the grey REALLY bugs me. With it starting to peek out, it's time for another appointment with Tina to get it tinted again. Go, me, or something.
Does anyone know if the battery in an older iPod can be changed? The unit I have was a gift that means an awful lot to me, so I want it fixed rather than replaced. It's down to the point where the battery's only good for about an hour of use even at low volumes. It's one of THESE and it came from someone precious to me. Anybody got the downlow on this? I'm not even sure how to get the silly thing apart, even...
What's up with that? I've had almost two dozen folks contact me via IM and/or eMail trying to find out why I'd vanished, and every single one of them was left staring at me and wondering when the pod people had replaced me with a clone. There was -one- flashcrash, just a tiny one that lasted less than two hours. Steve and Lisey were there to make the catch and the took the time out of their busy schedules to bolt me back together to the point where I could do it myself. I owe them both quite a bit for that.
What changed? Well, the only thing that's changed over the last month is the amount of time I've spent in Second Life, and my relationships within that context. As the friendships and affection levels increased, so did my mood. A loving partner (Krissy), an Owner (Momma in SL) I adore, and the extended family of Mr D. About a week and a half back I was adopted into Mr D's family, and I thought they were going to have to get a spatula to try and pry me loose. My close family of three total nearly tripled with the addition of the larger family. Mr D, Miss L, and the quartet of us under them. Relationships need notecards to map out, and I'm not even going to try at it here.
A good many folk would discard SL completely, but those folk are the ones who use it as a roleplay environment. For me, it's the red carpet path to simply being -me-; no battered body, fewer holes in my mind and the opportunity to simply -be- without the Alpha mask I've been wearing in public for years. A lot of people simply can't cope with someone my size (6'3" in stockings, weight WAY too much) being meek, so I give them something they can handle - booming voice/laughter, aggressive attitude and very territorial. After a full shift at work wearing it I'm exhausted and ready for a nice nap. And then I generally operate in a much more passive mode until it's time to go back to work.The mask is heavy, and it's getting harder and here to fix and carry. Blessedly the big project at work that I've been ramrodding through is done; one more spot where I need more cabling and we can lock it all down and be done with it once and for all.
For the first time in well over a decade I have both sets of family operational, freeing me to simply be myself. It's been wonderful. I don't know how long this will carry me, but I'm determined to riding the wave until it crashes and burns. I'm enjoying every second of it. And that's the state of the cabbit, as far as news goes.
I love you all. Peace.
Things are slowly settling down, but there's a good chance of it all blowing up again. I'm dreading that, to be honest, because it'll mean I end up with unofficial custody of my niece. :( I'm a bit old and cranky to try and raise a 16yo.IF my brother-in-law will stop yelling at everyone about everything and picking fights with the kids (and it's not just me that's seen it) for even a few days things will resolve. Cross your fingers, guys... this is gonna get REALLY messy if he attacks (verbally) my niece again. :/
There've been some wonderful high points (Momma Ro, Krissy Z, Mr D) and bits of quiet time with my Lady... enough to get me through the day without resorting to the threatened alcohol free-for-all.
Overall? I'm near drowning in family drama. I'm not the focus of the storm, though; I'm the poor fool trying to batten down the hatches and get everyone through it alive. I've only had marginal success. Tempers frayed, doctors, police, complaints about said police, missing people... this one's had it all.
I'm so very tired.
Thank you to everyone who wished me well. Bless you all. Momma Ro provided me with enough anime crack to keep me occupied when I'm no in SL and a lot of really pretty pictures to drool over. My niece baked me a cake (delicious). Bits of cash from various persons. Thank you all.
I'm going to go pass out now, I think, because I'm slowly sliding back into 'maudlin' and nobody needs me around when I'm like that. Simpler just to sleep it off.
|This morning, I was awakened by my alarm-clock, powered by electricity generated by the public power monopoly under the United States Department of Energy. I then took a shower, using clean and safe water provided by the municipal water utility. After that, I turned on my Consumer Products Safety Commission-certified television to one of the channels regulated by the Federal Communications Commission. I watched to see what the National Weather Service of the National Oceanographic and Atmospheric Association had determined the weather would be today, based on observations taken from satellites designed, built, and launched by the National Aeronautics and Space Administration. As I watched, I took my medication that had been certified safe by the Food and Drug Administration while eating my breakfast, made from materials cleared by the Department of Agriculture.|
At the appropriate time, as regulated by the Congress of the United States and kept by the National Institute for Standards and Technology alongside the United States Naval Observatory, I got into my car (built according to standards from the National Highway Transportation Safety Administration) and set out to work on the roads built and maintained by the local, state, and federal Departments of Transportation. I stopped to purchase additional fuel of a quality level ensured by the Environmental Protection Agency in a quantity verified by the Bureau of Weights and Measures, using legal tender issued by the Federal Reserve Bank which I received from my job according to the schedule provided by the Bureau of Labor and Industry. Before dropping the kids off at the public school maintained by the Department of Education, I dropped the mail I had to send in a United States Postal Service drop-box.
At the end of the day, I drive back home, in the same NHTSA-approved car on the same DOT-maintained roads. On the way, I stop by the bank to withdraw some money that is guaranteed to be there by the Federal Deposit Insurance Commission. I arrive at my house which has not burned down in my absence due to the local and state building codes in concert with the Fire Marshal's inspection, and has not been plundered of its valuables due to the presence of the local police department.
I then sit at my computer and access the Internet, originally constructed by the Defense Advanced Research Projects Agency, and post on freerepublic.com and the Fox News Forums about how SOCIALISM IN HEALTHCARE IS RUINING OUR COUNTRY.
BECAUSE THE GOVERNMENT NEVER DOES ANYTHING RIGHT.
Now then, I've stayed out of the healthcare screaming until now, but I was finally pushed over the edge a couple days back and voiced an opinion...
To all those whining and bitching about the new statutes, think about these points:
- Laws are like computer programs: there's no such thing as a first release without bugs and/or glitches. It takes time and effort to tune things properly, but nothing will -ever- get done unless that initial Alpha release occurs.
- At least one person I know of is whining about braces for his daughter's teeth. Consider this: some of us have ONLY MediCare. Medicare has -zero- dental coverage. I no longer have any teeth to put braces on, and I'm not alone. FOAD, please.
- Barack Obama is -the- President of the United States, for good or ill. I didn't run around screaming about Bush being only 'your' president, so kindly get out of my grill. If you object to the man that strongly, make your demonstration count: pack your stuff and get out.
- You have the right to your opinions. You do NOT have the right to even TRY to ram them down my throat. The person that tried that seemed genuinely surprised when I erupted like a volcano. I'll participate in discussions, I'll try to understand your points and try to make you understand mine, but I'll not accept imperious attitude OR ranting and frothing. Be civilized or GTFO, thanks.
*thinks* Yeah, this is kinda haphazard. Sorry. Looking forward to getting out of here at noon and sacking out on a sofa for a nap; nightmares don't seem to trouble me if I sleep during the day. Given my normal work schedule, though, I can't allow myself to revert to vampire hours again. Besides,Crystal would have my head on a plate. :p
It does look like I'll be working at least part of the week of Spring Break; I believe that's when the wiring revisions are going to be done and I want to be here to test as they go. Can't afford downtime, as the second half of April and all of May are busy busy. I'm expecting the contractors to leave one hell of a mess in thier wake. Fun. Anyway...
Your result for The Steampunk Style Test...
The Air Pirate
21% Elegant, 41% Technological, 7% Historical, 56% Adventurous and 60% Playful!
You are the Air Pirate, the embodiment of steampunk fantasy. Admittedly, you would probably be more comfortable in a pulp adventure or Eberron fantasy, but you are able to find your niche in the less serious side of the genre. You are probably somewhat light on your technological accessories, but the ones that you do carry have a roguish dash to them. Your clothes are most likely styled after those of Victorian aristocrats or loyal airship officers, the better to show off your wealth and the spoils of your raids. Chances are you prefer to be flashy and extravagant, and frock coats are perfect.
Try our other Steampunk test here.
- First of all, hugs to the mousie and the visiting squeeze. Nice to know that something is working out somewhere.
- For those that keep track of such things, I'm currently in the forsaken snowscape that Maryland has become. The snowmageddon, snowpocalypse, snOMG, and snowverkill hash tags all apply to this mess, for those that are Twitter minded. This is awkward and damned inconvenient; Katsucon starts Friday and as it's likely to be my last con for a good while it leaves me facing dragging someone I love out onto the roads to shuttle my fat ass down to the hotel. I'm not thrilled about that. Neither is my proposed ride.
- My sister (the older of them) and her family stand on the raw edge of dissolution. Things have been bad due to the ongoing financial disaster and have been exacerbated by being house-bound all together for a week. Nagging issues that were slowly growing (and were going to have to be sorted out eventually) all decided to explode at once, and the resulting screaming match have him on the brink of leaving. I'm hoping things will hold until Crystal can get over there this weekend and yell at ALL of them (no one person is at fault, they've all contributed as can be expected) over being utter buttheads. I'm a bit too close to things, so it's just as well that I'll be absent for that particular intervention. Crystal is direct and blunt and angry... I'm all that plus an overly healthy dose of 'mean'. Enough is enough, you know? I'm at the point of wanting to throttle them all.
- I'm still on a cane. This makes navigating through snow and ice just EVER so much fun. *grumbles*
So all of that was keyed last night. The immediate problem is snow, and lots of it, that undid all of the digging out we'd done in the wake of the last storm. Thanks to the heavy winds, nearly all of the new snow was deposited in the areas we'd dug out already, leaving us locked in again. Having gotten out and worked with the shovel, I know now that I won't be getting out today unless I get a minor miracle. I've had to stop for a rest; my back and hips are screaming what I'm guessing are profanities in languages I don't even recognize. Crystal manages almost twice what I can in a burst, and Kelly is the John Henry of snow shovelers. All I can do is keep piddling along and try to help, or at least stay out of the way, and pray that the neighbor with the snow blower comes to our rescue again. I need this con, this vacation, desperately to prevent a personal implosion. Katsucon was supposed to be my 'last ride' for a while, and losing it would be very very bad for me. *curls up in a ball and prays for the snow to go away*
| ||"You are a health conscious person, both your health and the health of others. You know all about the health benefits and dangers of the world around you."|
So much going on right now. I... will try to make a real post when I've sorted some of it out.
Hopefully 'sorting it out' won't require throttling my sister and her husband. Hopefully.
Given the rather pressing need to be on my feet for work, a doctor's appointment was booked, and happened yesterday. And the result of that appointment? At least it's not a bone spur. I hope. At the moment it's being treated as plantar fasciitis -and- bursitis of the Achilles tendon, both of which are aggravated by my weight. *sigh* Stay off it, she says. Stretching exercises, yeah I was already doing remarkably similar ones just to keep some flex in the foot. Arch supports, ordered.
Stay off it. How the bloody hell am I supposed to stay off it and still go to work? Dammit, I've got a convention coming up, and NOW this shit decides to erupt?
Repost this in your LJ if you know someone who has, had or has been affected by cancer! 93% WON'T even take the time to Copy & Paste this... Will you?
Cancer has slowly been whittling away my family. Maternal grandmother (liver), maternal grandfather (esophagus), 3 aunts (breast, lymphatic, intestinal), 1 uncle (prostate). My first Owner also fell to lymphatic cancer, as did two old friends. Oddly, although most of them smoked like stacks, there's not been a single documented case of actual lung cancer. Weird, eh?
In the meantime, 2010 is here and I've great hopes for it. Hopes that I can shed more weight, hopes that my social life will continue to iron out, hopes for a bit less Drama, hopes that my friends and Family succeed and prosper and the half-scared hope that the Bond deepens further. I don't know how deep the rabbit hole goes, you see, but I think I'd like to find out. All told, this new year is fair to bursting with potential, and I'd much like it to live up to that.
At any rate, I need to run off. There's a long list of errands that need to be done today, and faint hopes for a call from the goldsmith. No clue if he's open today or not. I'm off to the races once again. Toodles!