I love the bells and whistles. I love the new car smell. I love nuts on my caramel apple. I don't love the new Windows Vista.
I had a few nagging issues with my XP operating system, and the straw that broke the camels back was iTunes refusing to open, so I decided to format and start anew, as I so love to do. For the most part, all I do on the PC is download and listen to music, play WOW & backup DVD's. Yes, BACKUP! I'm fortunate enough to have a actionpack subscription with MS, so access to legit software is no problem. Several months ago I received a actionpack addition in the mail that included the new Vista and 07 Office. I had enough sense then not to even open it up. But this past Saturday my curiosity got the best of me. So my experience with Vista started. Instillation was easy enough, a little long, but it was on a DVD so I figured it would be a time consuming process. Into the desktop, no errors or glitches, your kidding me right? Wow, it does look really sweet, but it has the fishy smell of a Mac which makes me a little apprehensive. OK, so lets start loading drivers, wow, its accepting the XP drivers, will it really be this easy? On to software, the biggest test will be WOW, will it install and actually work? Indeed it does! I'm feeling very optimistic at this point. Lets see, what's this, new Windows games, ohhh cool. New screensavers, you gotta love it! The backgrounds and personalization are pretty sweet as well. Lets load this baby up! OK, the game works, lets so a friend, its running very slow lets check the RAM, I have 1048251MBs and its using 2012567MBs, WTF? OK, go to the cabinet and pull out 2 Crucial 512MBs PC5300 sticks, no I wont tell you what my sources are bastards! OK, ramn usage down to 3000MB usage, that looks good, wonder what was up with the readings before, lets move forward people. Antivirus, that's a memory hog, lets install that next. AVG, nope, we don't do Vista, screw you. Symantec, were suing Vista, get a life. Google "Vista Antivirus" WTF is Avast? OK, screw it, its free and it runs on vista. I don't know how it works, but the little icon is down there spinning away, so it must be working! What's next, oh yeah, I need to install my burning software. Hahahaha! You actually thought it would be this easy, we are 3 hours into the install and Nero 6 says, nope, you need the Nero Ultimate. OK, download Ultimate, find a serial, Avast catches numerous trogen's trying to infect me and I get it installed. OK, I can burn. Um, oh yeah, lets watch a DVD, Cyberlink Pro should be OK, um, no. Wont work. Wait, what's this, media center is trying to play this DVD, ohhhh Vista has Media Center preinstalled, cool. iTunes, works. OK, I guess the tide is turning. Ultramon doesn't work. Uhoh, my headset software doesn't work. Um, its 10pm already? I gotta check the auction house on WOW. Oh shit, it locked up. Your kidding me right, where's my damn XP CD??? So children, the moral of this story is to wait until Vista is out of beta and released and everybody else has problems before you even think about it, so 2 years probably is a good estimate as to when you should shell out your hard earned bucks for it. I for one am content writing my Blog on fresh install of XP.
Final thoughts, it looks and feels sweet, its just not ready. And I'm not gonna be the lab rat again for some time.
Talk laters...
Monday, October 30
Thursday, October 19
WF
Nobody is here but me. Its not my imagination, I think the only person that may run across the blog is somebody googleing Paris Hilton nude maybe. I should blog about who I write things for? Maybe I should. But then, would there be any fun in that? Sure, I write them for me of course. And all the bastards out there I love to rant about. So, keep giving me great ideas to blog about and im sure your deeds shall fall within these pages at some point in time!
Monday, October 2
Hinder - Lips Of An Angel
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
Well my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
It's really good to hear your voice say my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
Honey why you calling me so late?
Sunday, October 1
Time To Bitch...
- People that bring you their "items" to be fixed, then proceed to tell you how to fix it and how what your saying is wrong. Damnit if you know how to fix it, why did you bring it to me!?
- iTunes 7. Not that I even want to use iTunes at all, but you have to if you want a iPod. Not only does mac software suck, but all mac users suck too! Oh, we don't have viruses - yeah Bastards because nobody wants to take the time to write viruses for your piece of shit hardware, stay in the closet and play with your mac!
- LOST. Yeah I like the TV show, but I swear to God if they say at the end of the series that its all a dream or something stupid I'm going to go postal on somebody.
- Duchess Fergie. WTF is that about?
- Gas prices (I know this is a repeat). Greedy Bastards!
- Aging. OK, I'm not liking the fact that hair is starting to grow places that it didn't before. WTF, I now gotta shave my ears! Someone has a sick since of humor.
- Myspace. Um, wasn't this myexcite 10 years ago? Somebody buy these people HTML for dummies. If you don't know what I'm ranting about here, go check out some of the pages that load up 4 videos 500 pictures and a moving background all at the same time.
- Rich bastards that don't have to work. The worst ones are the ones that were born with money, I can kind of put up with the ones that earned it. And no, ecommerce doesn't count as earning it bastard!
- While I'm bitching about growing old, what's up with college chicks now? They look like kindergarten students! You will never catch me on 48hrs trying to talk to kids on the internet, how sick is that? They should cut those bastards balls off. Teen porn, all you fuckers are sick too. Read the fine print in the owners manual, it clearly states you fuck people your same age!
- Getitng caught talking about somebody when you didn't want to, but the person that was telling you about them just wont shut up, and you end up looking like the bastard.
Stay tuned for more...
Mr.Wendall
01-10-93 ~ 09-06-06
Mr.Wendall was the family pet.
She was a part of the family, I didn't actually know just how much until she was gone. I find myself missing her at the dumbest times, like when I'm on my last bite of something and reach down to give it to her. Or when she barks at me to go outside, or when she sleeps next to me as I play my PC games, and I can go on and on. I remember her as a puppy running down the hall and sliding into the door as she ran for her favorite toys, she wouldn't let you stop throwing them until she was worn out. Most people thought it was strange that she had a name like Mr.Wendall, but it just seemed to fit, and as I read the song lyrics now, It seems to fit even moreso now. We bought her from a family in '93 that named her after a "Arrested Development" song, which was about A homeless man, she was the last of the litter to be picked & the kids thought the nickname fit, so it stuck. I wont go into details about how she passed, because I know people don't really care. But it was a decision I felt like I had to make, not to let her suffer. I elected to not be there, and let the Vet take care of her body, I regret those 2 decisions now, and wish terribly I could've been with her, and placed her somewhere nice. Its the only death of a "loved one" Ive had to experiance as an adult, and it really scares me because I know looseing someone closer is going to be terrible, all I can feel now is the urge to care for my friends and family just that much more, because you never know what tomorrow may bring. I miss you Mister...
Here, have a dollar,
in fact no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me,
but it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God only,
know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr.Wendal, that's his name,
no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one
Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum,
until I had the chance to really get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges,
still most of y'all come out confused
Go ahead, Mr.Wendal
Mr.Wendal has freedom,
a free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
for Mr.Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase
Uncivilized we call him,
but I just saw him eat off the food we waste
Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ?
Who are we to judge ?
When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
and killed over a racist grudge
Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
but we don't hear him talk
Is it his fault when we've gone too far,
and we got too far, cause on him we walk
Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh,
but not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride,
realize that all in all you stand tall
Mr.Wendal, Lord, Mr.Wendal
Mr.Wendall was the family pet.
She was a part of the family, I didn't actually know just how much until she was gone. I find myself missing her at the dumbest times, like when I'm on my last bite of something and reach down to give it to her. Or when she barks at me to go outside, or when she sleeps next to me as I play my PC games, and I can go on and on. I remember her as a puppy running down the hall and sliding into the door as she ran for her favorite toys, she wouldn't let you stop throwing them until she was worn out. Most people thought it was strange that she had a name like Mr.Wendall, but it just seemed to fit, and as I read the song lyrics now, It seems to fit even moreso now. We bought her from a family in '93 that named her after a "Arrested Development" song, which was about A homeless man, she was the last of the litter to be picked & the kids thought the nickname fit, so it stuck. I wont go into details about how she passed, because I know people don't really care. But it was a decision I felt like I had to make, not to let her suffer. I elected to not be there, and let the Vet take care of her body, I regret those 2 decisions now, and wish terribly I could've been with her, and placed her somewhere nice. Its the only death of a "loved one" Ive had to experiance as an adult, and it really scares me because I know looseing someone closer is going to be terrible, all I can feel now is the urge to care for my friends and family just that much more, because you never know what tomorrow may bring. I miss you Mister...
Here, have a dollar,
in fact no brotherman here, have two
Two dollars means a snack for me,
but it means a big deal to you
Be strong, serve God only,
know that if you do, beautiful heaven awaits
That's the poem I wrote for the first time
I saw a man with no clothes, no money, no plate
Mr.Wendal, that's his name,
no one ever knew his name cause he's a no-one
Never thought twice about spending on a ol' bum,
until I had the chance to really get to know one
Now that I know him, to give him money isn't charity
He gives me some knowledge, I buy him some shoes
And to think blacks spend all that money on big colleges,
still most of y'all come out confused
Go ahead, Mr.Wendal
Mr.Wendal has freedom,
a free that you and I think is dumb
Free to be without the worries of a quick to diss society
for Mr.Wendal's a bum
His only worries are sickness
and an occasional harassment by the police and their chase
Uncivilized we call him,
but I just saw him eat off the food we waste
Civilization, are we really civilized, yes or no ?
Who are we to judge ?
When thousands of innocent men could be brutally enslaved
and killed over a racist grudge
Mr.Wendal has tried to warn us about our ways
but we don't hear him talk
Is it his fault when we've gone too far,
and we got too far, cause on him we walk
Mr.Wendal, a man, a human in flesh,
but not by law
I feed you dignity to stand with pride,
realize that all in all you stand tall
Mr.Wendal, Lord, Mr.Wendal
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