Why Would AnyoneThink That An Ice Age

…would be soooo cool?

*heh*


Or,

Fire and Ice

Some say the world will end in fire,
Some say in ice.
From what I’ve tasted of desire
I hold with those who favor fire.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To say that for destruction ice
Is also great
And would suffice.

— Robert Frost

Nice to Know

Note to self: must by SquareTrade warranties on new compy and dishwasher this week

SquareTrade, the third-party warranty company, has published its experience with laptop reliability, and, no surprises to twc central users, ASUS and Toshiba came out on top in reliability.

Since 1/3 of those figures are from accidental damages and ASUS offers 1 and 2 year accidental damage protection just for buying some models (like mine :-)), that’s even better.

BTW, the only notebooks/laptops currently used at twc central are… ASUS or Toshiba. We’ve been very pleased with service on all of them.

Of course, I’m going to stress test ASUS service pretty soon now with a Windows 7 glitch. Well, since Windows 7 Home Premium came preinstalled on this lil toy, and it’s refusing to do ONE THING I REQUIRE OF IT (that is a built in feature), I’ll just have ASUS support give me the fix–just about any fix short of a repair install will do.

Of course, I’m on the cusp of a custom install of Win 7 Professional (or Ultimate), so I need to stress ASUS support before changing the preinstalled OS to what I really want on this lil compy. Still, the test cases I’ve placed before ’em so far have been dealt with handily, so this is really more just to over satisfy myself about ASUS support.

*blink-blink*

Whah?!? Busy coupla months. Stop for air and… nothing substantive’s changed. The Big Zero and his minions are still blocking all sensible efforts to stop the oopsie in the Gulf. No real progress in blocking the (about half) BP-written crap-n-tax. The wussification and socialization (redundancy alert) of the US under the White, urm, Café-au-lait House, Congressional Dhimmicraps and Repugnicants (or as Jerry Pournelle likes to style them, after a Peggy Noonan article, Nuts and Creeps *heh*) and Mass MEdia Podpeople Hivemind is still proceeding unabated.

IOW, no news.

Seems the summer news slump has hit an early low. I may as well pull a Rip Van Winkle. *sigh*

Memorial Day

On Memorial Day, we honor servicemen (and women) who have paid for our freedoms with their lives. Just spend some time giving thanks for all the folks you know/knew personally who paid the ultimate cost personally for your liberty, today.


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We Shall Keep the Faith

by Moina Michael, November 1918

Oh! you who sleep in Flanders Fields,
Sleep sweet – to rise anew!
We caught the torch you threw
And holding high, we keep the Faith
With All who died.

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies,
But lends a lustre to the red
Of the flower that blooms above the dead
In Flanders Fields.

And now the Torch and Poppy Red
We wear in honor of our dead.
Fear not that ye have died for naught;
We’ll teach the lesson that ye wrought
In Flanders Fields.

Today, large numbers of Americans hold such sacrifice in disdain. Indeed, in recent years, many have attended and participated in “demonstrations” that have celebrated the terrorist savages who seek to kill not only American servicemen and women but civilian non-combatans as well.

Moina Michael’s poem was instrumental in establishing “Decoration Day” (now Memorial Day) and in establishing the (apparently dying) tradition of wearing a poppy in honor of our fallen military. That the more well-known “In Flanders Fields” (John McCrae, May 1915) is “better” art, I’ll not dispute. But Moina Michael’s poem has a heart that’s sadly missing in all too many Americans today who cannot comprehend, let alone echo these lines:

We cherish, too, the poppy red
That grows on fields where valor led;
It seems to signal to the skies
That blood of heroes never dies

Would that we too teach our children well, that duty and honor and sacrifice are due our deepest respect and support.

One last note: In order to maintain some sense of connection with my curmudgeonly side, I’ll not explain the significance of the phrase “Flanders Field”. For those who read this who either had competent history teachers in grade school or who have taught themselves from readily available history texts, it’d be superfluous. For those who don’t know the significance of the phrase when they read it here, well, they have computers and an internet connection. I’ll not be their crutch–especially if such persons are even too lazy to click the link above. One word: Google. Folks who are too lazy to click the link above or type a search into a Google search box are just hopeless. *heh*


Let me encourage you to “buy” a poppy from an American Legion member; to spend some time thinking on what that poppy represents; to spend some time this weekend in quiet contemplation and prayer, being thankful for those who gave their lives to preserve your liberties.

Pasty-Blasty

(No, not “pasty” as in pallid; “pass-ty” as in past. *sigh* I really need to work on the way my mind “hears” things… 🙂 )

Well, notsomuch a blast from the past, really. I never really made XP an environment I used much at all, skipping from Win2K to Linux/other ‘nix, bypassing XP and Vista for my own use. But here I am using a Windows XP Home compy to post.

Why would I do that to myself?!? Yeh, yeh, I use Windows 7 now on a daily basis, and I run some ‘nix environments on it in VMs (“My blankie!” *heh*) and even a WinXp Vm for a reference machine for when folks using it have difficulties and for some reason I can’t remotely log onto their computer to help ’em out.

But. Doing stuff on a native WinXp machine is just… weird. First of all the clunkiness factor. Then the fact that this is my dad’s old machine and really crufted up. He left it here after Lovely Daughter’s wedding weekend since he took his new computer home with him. Yeh, getting this one uncrufted enough to serve him would have taken far too long, and besides, he deserved a new one, and I had just the thing for him, since it was just one generation off current and was running a fresh install of WinXP Pro–no real learning curve for him.

So, while my Wonder Woman has left me for her annual MASL conference, I figured why not decruft this puppy and see if it can be made even marginally useful. I can’t really scrub the hard drives clean, yet, as I’d like to make sure we got all of his data transferred to the new computer before I do that. when I do, though, this thing’s gonna be the next PCBSD computer here at twc central. Sure, it’s just an old 1.3 Ghz processor and only has 512 MB of RAM and a mere 120GB of storage, but that’s pretty good specs for a PCBSD machine.

I can hardly wait. Seriously. Son& Heir will probably have a blast with it, and I KNOW I’d like another PCBSD box here at twc central. Just a really slick OS with lots of apps for everyday use. It’ll make a good all-around machine for when I get my office moved into the room Lovely Daughter has moved out of. 🙂

Oh, look at the time. No wonder my eyes are getting heavy. I need to get to bed soon, so I can wake up in a couple of hours and be an insomniac the rest of the night. *heh*

A Simple Question

How is it that professional congresscritters who begin their political “careers” with mostly modest resources can “retire” when forced from office as multi-millionaires? What other incomes do drop in their laps as the result of their political “careers”?

(“And where’s the nearest tree, and who has the rope?” might seem to be the next questions that pop to your mind, but I say, “Hold your horses! At least make them pay back their ill-gotten gains, first!” :-))

And THIS Is an Improvement!

Keep in mind that this “maroon” is the replacement for Cynthia McKinney in Congress, so as unbelievably stupid as he is, he’s an improvement.

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

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But still, as a Loony Left Moonbat, he’s one of the brighter of the flock.


h.t. Hot Air