Computers are both the nectar of my existence and the bane of it. Having one for as long as I’ve had it, I can’t see myself ever living without it. However I am not at all good at dealing with the problems bound to crop up simply because I own a computer. I like to think of myself as cool and collected enough to sort through anything. But I’m always so afraid that I’ll screw something up by trying to fix something… I don’t know how to get over that.
I can Google solutions with the best of them. That’s the easy part. Implementing the solutions is another thing entirely. Especially when the instructions involve seemingly random groups of letters like DHCP and DNS and ISP and networks (the latest things I’ve seen) and such things. I can’t help but think “what if I make it worse? how will I survive?”
That may be a bit overdramatic but it’s true.
There’s also the problem that I didn’t know Microsoft was pulling support for Windows 7 until literally the day before it happened. I realize this may be my fault. It may explain the new problems I’m noticing. However, seeing that Windows 10 is going to be free soon, I’d rather not have to buy Windows 8.1 just to need to update that too. So if Windows 10 could hurry up and be released, that’d be fantastic.
In the meantime, I’ll just keep Googling and working up the nerve to patch it up while I wait.
Incidentally, if you’re reading this and know anything about DNCP (I think that’s the right order of the letters) and DNS as related to ISP (I know that’s Internet Service Provider), drop me a comment and point me in the right direction? I’ll owe you one.
Now I think I’ll go and see if there’s an update for my aging router. (Also, when my internet has been dropped lately, my router is still lit green and seems to be going… if that helps figure out my problem.) Maybe that’s the problem. I’ve seen some mentions of routers as related to these letters I’m seeing…
I never have anything to say on this blog, that is. Maybe I cursed myself by calling it what I call it. I was never very good at diaries either. So I suppose it only stands to reason that I’m lost here too. I’ll give a little bit longer and delete if I’m boring even myself.
I don’t know why I’m posting this…
It’s not actually spring yet, not officially. But who the hell cares. The temperatures have wiggled out from the single and sub-zero digits, crept past freezing, and settled in the forties. It’s glorious. The snow is melting, mostly. And it’s not snowing anymore. It actually rained the other day. Well, spritzed and fogged to be specific but it’s the thought that counts. I can see grass and the sun is shining. If it weren’t for the mud, the lingering snow, and the frozen dog and rabbit poop blooming in my yard (good lord is there a lot of rabbit poop for my never hardly seeing a damn rabbit)… well, it’d be perfect. I know that the forties and snow on the ground really should be still considered chilly or even cold. And I know I should probably still be covering my head and wearing gloves. But… at least I haven’t got out my summer dresses, as badly as I want to. It’s spring. That’s all that matters to me.
Speaking as a kid-less sort of person, I may not have the best platform on which to make an argument about vaccinations but, hey, I’m an American (free speech and all that) and I live in this world too (would rather not see kids die from preventable diseases, on principle) so I’m going to pontificate here for a minute.
Like I said –
Just vaccinate your kids, people.
The whole autism thing has been debunked by people who actually probably really do know these things. There are kids who actually can’t get vaccinations and are, therefore and not illogically, more prone to the things (measles, etc.) that your kids could be carrying and subsequently more likely to get sicker and possibly die.
Do you really only care about your own kid? Or do you figure everybody should do as you do and we should all be taking our chances as they did back before vaccines were invented?
Either way, I’m not seeing the sense in this.
Do you tell your kids to walk on sidewalks rather than the streets because it’s safer? Don’t you know cars can come up on sidewalks and still hit your kids?
Do you put seat belts on your kids to keep them safe? Why? Why not roll with life like you are by not vaccinating them?
Both of those things, roundabout examples though they may be, run a better chance of only affecting you and your kid than not vaccinating does.
Try to think of the rest of the world? Please?
What does the Super Bowl mean to me?
Not much, really.
My team isn’t in the game. I don’t give a rat’s patootie about deflated balls because I’m a cynic at heart and figure the whole thing is always and probably always will be just a on the positive side of crooked. That being said… go Seahawks. Yep, that’s how I’ll do it.
Katy Perry is the halftime show. I think there is exactly one Katy Perry song I like, which I liked on the radio and then I made the mistake of watching the video for it and she had fireworks on her boobs. Yep. But Lenny Kravitz is a special guest. How come Lenny Kravitz couldn’t just be the halftime show? I hear football fans are trending more toward women like me rather than men. Maybe this explains it. Of course, Katy Perry is a teen, twentysomething type and Lenny Kravitz has a sex appeal you’d have to be blind not to see.
The other thing about the Super Bowl are the ads. Everybody gets themselves in a tizzy over the ads. That’s all well and good when the ads air during, you know, the game. But this year half the ads seemed to be online, and causing carefully staged controversy (I’m looking at you, GoDaddy, because that was just tacky … but all your ads are so…), so I don’t really get the point of that anymore.
Mostly what the Super Bowl means to me is that we’re just a little bit closer to spring and sunshine and warmth.
So long, 2014
You weren’t the best of years
You weren’t the worst
And that’s the best I can say for you
So bring it on, 2015
And prove me wrong
That this is just how things go
Maybe I’ll even be a better poet…
Did you vote?
And Tom Wolf already won! It’s rare that people I vote for win so this is very exciting that he seems to have done it in a landslide.
Here in my little slice of Pennsylvania I only had three things on my ballot. Governor, U.S. Representative, and State Representative. Wolf won, there’s a long-term re-districted Republican who’ll likely win, and the Democrats actually ran someone uncontested for the State Legislature.
It could be better but it could be worse.
A lot worse.
It’s strange how excited I am about this election since I could hardly be bothered to vote last time, i.e. 2012. Here’s hoping my interest keeps on ticking!
But you probably knew that.
The worst thing about October is that November comes next. October is pretty; a riot of colors in the trees, the chance to drown in Halloween candy and pumpkin spice everything, the crispness in the air. November is a harsh reminder that the riot of colors we loved in October is really death and decay, Halloween candy and pumpkin spice everything are fattening and filled with chemicals, and the crispness turns too quickly to snow.
I’m a pessimist, I know.
Today is the first day of school around here. The neighborhood is blissfully quiet. I feel bad for the kids, though. Maybe they like school. I liked school. But I hated, absolutely hated the first day of school. Maybe even more than I hate my birthdays now that I’ve been out of school for awhile. Yeah, definitely more.
I’m not sure why, since I did like school.
I just hated the first day.
I binge-watched Orange Is The New Black on Netflix over the last week and Red, who may always be Captain Janeway to me, offered up my newest life philosophy.
You don’t drink poison and wait for it to kill your enemy… Plot your revenge.