Just GRAND. The old fart’s going to be hanging around for the next two days because they’re pouring a concrete walkway or something for the house next door. They put one in here last (summer? early autumn?) and I don’t know why–I certainly didn’t ask for it. One would think that if one’s son owned […]

There’s almost six hours of my life that I’ll never get back. My old hardware knows its time is short, so it decided to do a major fuckup yesterday. First, it lost the NIC, then it said my RAM was bad, then it said I didn’t have any RAM, then it lost the video card […]

Well, our host fucked AQM yet again. It went down yesterday in the early evening and it’s still down as of eight this AM. I emailed CT to tell him (nothing I could do–connection was up, they just lost our stuff) and he was pissed; this isn’t the first time they’ve toasted our site. Betcha […]

Oh, I do so love the seasons. In the winter, it’s the mice, looking to make themselves snug and cozy in our basement. Dry summer brings seething hordes of Oriental cockroaches in search of the moisture they need to stay alive. Incidentally, say “water bugs” if you want, folks, but that doesn’t make ’em any […]

I swear that’s what I feel like I’m going to do every time I’m unfortunate enough to have some kind of business at W-M (too often, since W-M’s put nearly everything else in town out of business). The most godawful, suffocating bouquet of reeking cheap perfume in the entire state can be found right at […]

I thought I’d put some of my favourite comedies all on the same DVD so I could watch them when whatever’s on TV bites arse (which is most of the time). I don’t know how to do that in Linux (not with a menu, at least) so I ripped them and chose the episodes I […]

I’ve found the problem–“feck off” is not an acceptable Linux command! All this time I’ve been wondering why it wouldn’t work. What I haven’t found, though, is the fucking location that I have (supposedly) got Flash installed. I hate Flash, there is no hell hot enough for Flash ads, and I have the Flashblock plugin […]

Your sasquatch sounds more like Cheech Marin than any French Canadian I’ve ever heard, and I’ve heard a lot of French Canadians.

Such a glorious day to walk to the Post Office and get a money order for my yearly police whatever-it-is donation (we don’t want cops in the rear view when we’re going 50 in a 35 zone, but we’re not long in looking for them when there’s a crack dealer standing outside our kids’ school, […]

You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, and if you want, you can even pick your friend’s nose, but you can’t pick your family. You get what you get and that’s it, like it or not. I’m the universal “get along” of mine; I get along with my father and stepmother, […]