Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Windows 10 "wait a minute" screen

Last time I updated my Chromebook?
Just like every month, about fifteen seconds to reboot and become useful again.
No, that's not an exaggeration.

Today, I turned on my Toshiba laptop, and expected a minute or two of the blue screen of "wait a minute," because the last time I shot it down, I selected Update and Shut Down.
It's been on the "wait a minute" screen for over an hour.
And again, that's not an exaggeration.
On the upside, I'm at 48% now.
I'll be at work before it finishes.

No wonder I'm not using Microsoft to get anything done...

After work;
I type in my password...
"We've upgraded Windows 10"
"We'll be ready in just a few minutes"
I stepped out for a few beers.
I need a job that didn't require me to know anything about Microsoft.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Thor on Android

Gotta love it!
Sometimes, you just have to go with the classics that you found in a comic book.

Sunday, September 4, 2016

Unused Call-in Excuse

Did laundry last night and one of my socks is missing.
Staying in bed for the next six hours in the hope of finding it.

Every morning

Every morning that I wake up early to go to work, I find myself asking, "is it worth it?"
Because a lot of days, it's not.
Unfortunately, the only way to know is to live through it.


Thirty years ago, there I am, listening to Penny tell me she’s “gay.”
We’ve been friends for almost two years, working at the same coffee shop, close to campus but not quite there.
And, my friend is telling me she likes girls.
Um… Okay.

Quick beat, while all my Catholic upbringing is telling me this is a sin, and everything I went through in the military screams, “bullshit.” And Dad, who wouldn’t understand, and and Mom who would’ve told the Church to shove it, and then there’s just me, “Merely Jim,” who has more questions than answers, and what would John Cleese say here? Because if you can imagine John Cleese saying it, it's grammatically-fucking-correct!

“And?” There are a few heartbeats here while that sinks in…
God is based on Love. Therefore, anyone who loves another is invoking God. Anyone who says [God ≠ Love], fuck you, you’re wrong.
But here I am, ready to fight someone while my friend is trying to suck it up, because I’m the trial balloon. If I get my nose bent out of shape, no big deal, I’m out of her life. Her Mom and Dad are next. What do I say?
“The people who love you are going to keep on loving you, no matter what. Think that an omnipotent God, if he’s out there, gives a damn about girl/boy parts if you exist as spirit alone? Could your mother, or father, do any less? We’re all the nuclear waste of the cosmos, or the stuff of stars*, and all we have is each other. How can we not love each other?”

I got a big hug out of that. And a few tears. I might have cried a bit, too. Not because it was wrong, not because we were ashamed, but because we needed the emotional release.

In the end, Penny’s Mom was okay with it, and her Dad was never really there to begin with, and Pen’s circles of friends became farther and farther removed from mine. After all, she was eighteen and I was twenty-four when we met. But whenever I pick up a pen to write something, I remember Pen - it still hurts, and I reach for a pencil instead.

* Damn right, I paraphrase Carl Sagan. Not for the last time, either!