For a temporary moment, my faith in humanity is restored.
Now THIS is like MySpace for cool people.
http://communityofveterans.org/
I mean, really. The war in Iraq doesn't end just because we've got a new President Elect (God save our souls). Coming home can be a harder transition than going overseas. I applaud whoever thought of this website. Way to go, people. I am a little more optimistic about humanity right now.
Oh, and by the way, it's veterans only. Nice try.
03 December, 2008
01 December, 2008
No no no no no no no no...
Dude, no no no. It's gone. All of it. It's just...
Well, that damned printer did it again. That thing is the devil, I tell you, and I want it out of my house. I can't tell you how many times it has broken my computer, but this time it has gone too far.
See, I have my laptop (Jack Sparrow), but there's not much memory, so I store all my pictures and my stories and things like that on my desktop computer (Barbossa). Well, my brother was here, and he made sure that my dad's laptop could talk to the printer. That's all well and fine. Then, for some reason, after my brother left, Barbossa decided that he didn't want to start up. So dad tried to make him start up, but apparently chose the wrong option or something.... and suddenly, Barbossa thinks he's a brand new computer straight out of the box.
My games are gone. Whatever. I've got the install discs. I'll just have to start over in Knight of the Old Republic.
My programs are gone. Okay. I can download them again.
Dude.
My pictures are gone. My concerts are gone, my videos that were too big to go on the laptop are gone, my pictures from the zoo are gone, most of my trips, my drawings that have since been given away, my brother's wedding, my nephew... gone.
My stories are gone. Luckily I've saved most of my clone trooper stories, but the original ones that came before the boys had established their character... those building blocks? Gone. Some of my other original stories are gone... Allegiance is gone. I don't think I've posted that one on the internet. I've got hard copy of that one, though. But there were other chapters that are gone now.
And Ray. I had a folder of Ray. The very few pictures I could find, two news articles, and an obituary. Pictures from the funeral as well. That's what gets at me the most. Pictures can be forgotten, stories are just fiction. Ray was real. And I do NOT want to forget about him. I'm hoping that I've got that folder on Jack, as well. If not, I imagine I'll cry for a week. Really.
So, for Christmas, I want a package of rewritable DVDs which I can backup my picture files with.
Oh yeah. Did I mention that all the system restore files are gone, too?
This may be blasphemy, especially coming from me, but I'm contemplating... well... Mac...
Well, that damned printer did it again. That thing is the devil, I tell you, and I want it out of my house. I can't tell you how many times it has broken my computer, but this time it has gone too far.
See, I have my laptop (Jack Sparrow), but there's not much memory, so I store all my pictures and my stories and things like that on my desktop computer (Barbossa). Well, my brother was here, and he made sure that my dad's laptop could talk to the printer. That's all well and fine. Then, for some reason, after my brother left, Barbossa decided that he didn't want to start up. So dad tried to make him start up, but apparently chose the wrong option or something.... and suddenly, Barbossa thinks he's a brand new computer straight out of the box.
My games are gone. Whatever. I've got the install discs. I'll just have to start over in Knight of the Old Republic.
My programs are gone. Okay. I can download them again.
Dude.
My pictures are gone. My concerts are gone, my videos that were too big to go on the laptop are gone, my pictures from the zoo are gone, most of my trips, my drawings that have since been given away, my brother's wedding, my nephew... gone.
My stories are gone. Luckily I've saved most of my clone trooper stories, but the original ones that came before the boys had established their character... those building blocks? Gone. Some of my other original stories are gone... Allegiance is gone. I don't think I've posted that one on the internet. I've got hard copy of that one, though. But there were other chapters that are gone now.
And Ray. I had a folder of Ray. The very few pictures I could find, two news articles, and an obituary. Pictures from the funeral as well. That's what gets at me the most. Pictures can be forgotten, stories are just fiction. Ray was real. And I do NOT want to forget about him. I'm hoping that I've got that folder on Jack, as well. If not, I imagine I'll cry for a week. Really.
So, for Christmas, I want a package of rewritable DVDs which I can backup my picture files with.
Oh yeah. Did I mention that all the system restore files are gone, too?
This may be blasphemy, especially coming from me, but I'm contemplating... well... Mac...
You've all heard by now, but...
Yeah. Hardly the first person to mention this story, but I must say...
Customers SUCK. You people are SAVAGES. And here is the proof.
http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2008/11/29/20081129WalmartDeath1129.html
Seriously. "Someone died". "I'm not leaving, I've been in line since yesterday morning!"
I'm sorry, but I'd have opened up a can of serious ass-kicking if one of my coworkers were killed and those damned shoppers couldn't get their heads out of their rears long enough to look around and see that there's actually OTHER PEOPLE in the world, and no amount of marshmallow shooters is worth someone's life.
Seriously, I'm experiencing a great hate for my fellow citizens right now. Why is it so important? Why do you have to be the first one in the store? Where did this sense of entitlement come from? Somewhere along the way, we've taught these children (who then supposedly "grow up" into adults) that they can have anything they want, whenever they want. It's just easiest to give it to them to shut them up, I guess. People have no patience, and absolutely no concern for their fellow man. NONE. KT would be ashamed of you.
OKAY! Game time. This is your challenge for the week. Give something away. Take something that is distinctly YOURS and give it away to someone. Doesn't have to be something huge. It can be part of your lunch at school, money for coffee (don't let them pay you back!), a book, or a new car. Just give away SOMETHING. And it can't be something that you've just found. Say, if you found a quarter in the parking lot and you gave that to someone for coffee money, it doesn't count. Has to be from YOUR posessions.
Go!
Customers SUCK. You people are SAVAGES. And here is the proof.
http://www.azcentral.com/news/articles/2008/11/29/20081129WalmartDeath1129.html
Seriously. "Someone died". "I'm not leaving, I've been in line since yesterday morning!"
I'm sorry, but I'd have opened up a can of serious ass-kicking if one of my coworkers were killed and those damned shoppers couldn't get their heads out of their rears long enough to look around and see that there's actually OTHER PEOPLE in the world, and no amount of marshmallow shooters is worth someone's life.
Seriously, I'm experiencing a great hate for my fellow citizens right now. Why is it so important? Why do you have to be the first one in the store? Where did this sense of entitlement come from? Somewhere along the way, we've taught these children (who then supposedly "grow up" into adults) that they can have anything they want, whenever they want. It's just easiest to give it to them to shut them up, I guess. People have no patience, and absolutely no concern for their fellow man. NONE. KT would be ashamed of you.
OKAY! Game time. This is your challenge for the week. Give something away. Take something that is distinctly YOURS and give it away to someone. Doesn't have to be something huge. It can be part of your lunch at school, money for coffee (don't let them pay you back!), a book, or a new car. Just give away SOMETHING. And it can't be something that you've just found. Say, if you found a quarter in the parking lot and you gave that to someone for coffee money, it doesn't count. Has to be from YOUR posessions.
Go!
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