Old Weird Ward

Old Weird Ward

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Friday, November 05, 2004

 

- - - - - Things Computerish - - - - -

It looks like I'm going to have to go back to Windows.

Durn....

Xandros works just fine, and I like it a lot. But since my job is fixing the customer's computer, I have to remain current in Windows.

For me, "current" means the answer to whatever question is sitting right there, close to the top, not buried down where I actually have to think about it. My method for keeping stuff right there is to use whatever-it-is every single day.

So, Xandros is relegated to the role of secondary OS, whilst Windows XP is going to become my main operating environment.

"Durn" is not a strong enough statement.

- - - - - Politics - - - - -

Now that the election is over, at long last, I can return to commenting on the every day stuff, instead of gnashing my teeth over the Presidential candidates.

I'll continue to watch the National scene, and comment occasionally, but frothing at the mouth will be a once-in-a-while thing, instead of constant.

I have to admit, though, in some ways I'm going to miss all the hooraw.

- - - - - Food - - - - -

I'm going to con Mrs. OWW into doing her prize-winning All Day Chili sometime soon. For a hint, she starts with a little London Broil for the meat....

- - - - - NFL Football - - - - -

The 'Niners are nowhere. Blast and (deleted).

- - - - - Children - - - - -

Mrs. OWW has a very good post on children HERE. If you've got kids, you'll laugh until your ribs hurt.

Child #1: Moooom, she’s looking at me again.

Child #2: Ooooooh, I’m telling! Mooooom, she touched me.

Me: Girls, please…no more touching.

Child #1: Give me that! It’s mine!

Child #2: I had it first!

Me: Girls, you have to share.

Child #1 and #2 in unison: Moooooooooooooom!

Me: Alright you two! I have had enough! I don’t want either one of you to look at each other, touch each other or play with any of your toys for the rest of your lives!

All of this, and we haven’t even gotten in the car yet.