“The Beauty of the Windows 8 Start Screen”?

*feh* I’d like some of what this guy’s smoking, because the Start Screen is ugly, in a “Aw, isn’t that cute” kindergartenish way. (Get out the primary-colored wooden blocks for the mentally challenged kindergärtners still operating in toddler mode.)

I did put Win8 Pro on an older HTPC, along with WMC. The Start screen is completely useless in that application, since WMC is still a “Desktop” application. That computer boots directly into the Desktop, and I’ve added a Start button/menu, since none of the Tiled apps have any use whatsoever on that machine.

On the desktop, minor improvements in memory handling make Win8 a nice change for the older computer operating as a HTPC; minor tweaks to Explorer and Task Manager are welcome, though better apps have been available from Sysinternals for years. But that’s about it. While I don’t really miss the eye candy earlier Windows versions offered, I do miss the option to have it if I want. Reverting to a pre-Win2K dullness without an option to spice it up a bit built in seems more Mac “do it our way or else” straitjacketing, but maybe M$ thinks it’s time to get with the Mac lockdown attitude toward users.

Seems M$ has determined that its future lies with users who are using tablets only, or desktop users who are still in “special ed” kindergarten, hence the Tiled interface of the Start screen. *shrugs* Time will tell if M$ is right or not. Frankly, I cannot see much use at all for Win8 for most desktop users, and there are a lot of those still left in the pool, many more than there are tablet users. Maybe Surface Pro can make Win8 make sense to more people who need to do more than just consume content.

Good News?

With all the “must miss” new TV shows coming up, it’s heartening to hear them promo’ed with, “Premiering, FebYOUWARY XX” since there is no such month as “Feb-You-Wary”.

Well, either that or the dumbasses doing the promos are too illiterate to be able to simply read, “February.”

“Microsoft Time”

A couple of weeks ago, I jumped through Microsoft’s hoops to get a license key to add Windows Media Center to Win8 Pro. M$ said, “WTG, Bubba! You’ll have that key via email in 72 hours or so,” or words to that effect. The “72 hours” was there, though. 72 hours, three days. Yeh, well, let’s knock off the weekends, because, you know, automated responses–heck! the Internet!–don’t work on weekends. So, naturally, “72 hours”. . . it wasn’t. Just got it a couple of minutes ago.

Luckily (not! PLANNING *heh*) I had requested a key under different identifiers two months ago, so I’ve already installed WMC for Win8, otherwise, Win8 would’ve been sitting pretty much unused on the HTPC.

Persnicketty

OK, remember this guy?

head-butt-cat

Well, we used to also serve the needs of two much older “dowager princesses” who have since left for greener, cathouses. (RIP, ladies) In the time since this guy fell heir to the two cat boxes we have retained, I’ve noticed that he’s a very persnicketty, urm, “waste disposer”. One is for liquid, the other for solid, and by gum! I’d better not let one become inconvenient for its intended purpose!

Cats. Bindmoggling.

Prayer for 2013

“Lord, grant me the serenity to accept stupid people as they are,
The fortitude to maintain self-control,
And the wisdom to know that if I give them what they deserve, I’ll end up in jail.”

Anyone else want that on a T-Shirt?

Oh, Come On! My Standards Aren’t That High!

Well, not an auspicious beginning to the New Year. I decided to clear out the underbrush in my ebook backlog a bit and started in reading some books I’d been meaning to get to for a while.

So far, it’s not noon, yet, and I’ve started three of ’em. Put two down. Deleted them from my devices. Not going to finish them.

An example: after wading through multiple problems in noun-verb agreement, pronoun confusion and even misuse–“their” for “its” one too many times in descriptive narrative (not dialog, where it is remotely possible I might excuse such things, depending on the character), for one, and anachronisms in a 1920s setting–I saw “balled out” used for “scolding” and just couldn’t take any more of that book.

And this was an ebook from an established publishing house, not an “indie” so there were NO possible excuses for such incompetent editing. Are there just fewer and fewer literate “proofreaders” and editors, or are publishing houses just shoving unedited “advance reader copies” out the door, thinking that ebook readers are less literate than hardcopy readers?

Maybe it’s even worse, but I don’t want to contemplate that. *sigh*

So now I’m reading a book that was touted/blurbed as sci-fi which appears to really be a “slapstick comedy sci-fi romance novel”. *sigh* Please, next time just give an accurate description. At least it’s amusing and written halfway literately.

*sigh* At least I have more than a few hardcopy books also stacked up in my “to read” list to take refuge in–books not published in these days of illiterate boob “proofreaders/editors”.

It Makes Perfect Sense in the Bizarro Universe

So, package coming via “Fedex Smartpost” (hereafter known as Fedex Dumbpost) started 89 miles away from its destination (me), and seven hours later it’s 370 miles away from its destination. Now, Fedex has a “hub” that’s just 50 miles from the origination location, less than 40 miles from me. Yep. That makes sense. Instead of the package going to the nearest hub close to both the origination and the destination, it traveled 460 miles.

The really “smart” thing about the delivery routing is that, just like the last package from the same location, it’ll go to the hub that’s less than 40 miles from its destination, sometime early next week, then it’ll be delivered to the post office here, where it will be delayed at least another day in getting to me.

The folks in Bizarro world are all thinking, “Now, why didn’t we come up with that?”

Post Xmas Blahs

Dec 26 and a little less so today have been devoted to cleaning out my alimentary canal. Son&Heir was inflicted with a stomach/other virus last week, and passed it to my Wonder Woman who… let me in on the fun.

So, massive joint aches, headache, fever, voiding of alimentary canal on both ends and rumbles, pains and other such usual things in between. *meh* It’s been so long since I’ve been really sick that I’d forgotten how to deal with it. *heh*

Better now, though still shaky and still emptying out the distal end of my alimentary canal. (I really didn’t know I had it in me! I guess folks who tell me I’m ‘full of “it”‘ know what they’re talking about. :-))

So, that’s why no continuation of the 12 Days of Xmas yesterday. Here, try of these:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFTKwg2Oxts

Yeh, yeh, so Placido is in all of them. So? 😉

Lord of the Dance

If someone can identify the vocalist in the recording below, I’d be happy to credit her. I can’t even recall where I got this recording (I’ve collected probably too many recordings over the years and some, like this one, have been through too many stages of archiving for all the data to just be there). I don’t want to step on the artist’s toes or anything, so I’d be very glad to purchase another copy.

[audio:dance.mp3]

I danced in the morning when the world had begun
I danced in the moon and the stars and the sun
I came down from heaven and I danced on earth
At Bethlehem I had my birth

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced for the scribes and the Pharisees
They wouldn’t dance, they wouldn’t follow me
I danced for the fishermen James and John
They came with me so the dance went on

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced on the Sabbath [“Sunday” as sung] and I cured the lame
The holy people said it was a shame
They ripped, they stripped, they hung me high
Left me there on the cross to die

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

I danced on a Friday when the world turned black
It’s hard to dance with the devil on your back
They buried my body, thought I’d gone
But I am the dance, and the dance goes on

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he

They cut me down and I leapt up high [diff. from sung]
I am the life that will never, never die
I’ll live in you if you’ll live in me
I am the Lord of the dance, said he

Dance, dance, wherever you may be
I am the lord of the dance, said he
And I lead you all, wherever you may be
And I lead you all in the dance, said he