If you're asking... you probably already know...
And no, I don't want to know what you did with the body, even if it was a "really super cool idea."
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Dude...
If you're asking... you probably already know...
And no, I don't want to know what you did with the body, even if it was a "really super cool idea."
Whew!
When I got my new laptop, I had the bright idea to dump everything off the old one onto the external drive. I'd get the old laptop wiped, and get through the move, and be able to take my time doing hard back-ups.
Good Idea, no?
Not when the USB port on your external hard drive case goes bad...
I wanted to get at something on the external drive yesterday, so I plugged it in to the wall (no drawing power from my laptop... it's hard on the battery!) and plugged it into the laptop, and waited for the puter and the external drive to get all friendly again.
Except... they didn't. No real panic, probably the cable got messed up. So today I found another cable and tried it. No dice.... then I tried both cables on another computer, just in case Vista was the problem.
No Love.
Panic!
Had a bit of a freak out when I realized I couldn't access the information (everything off my old laptop, which equates to about 99.8% of my computing info that's not backed up...) and got ahold of BrotherBrian.
BrotherBrian told me it was more likely the USB than the drive itself, which let me breathe a sigh of relief, but told me to test the drive before ordering a new case for it.
Which of course involved a little techno-geekery, pulling the drive out of the old case and plugging it into the extra slot on Mamaw's E-Machine. Not a lot of geekery, mind, but at least I knew which plug to look for...
I actually did a little happy dance when I started up Mamaw's tower and realized the drive wasn't pooched.
So, the external is back in the faulty case (to keep crap out of it and to keep everything in one place for later) and set aside, info that I wanted to access, the reason I tried to get into the external in the first place, is pulled off onto thumb drives, and a new casing for it is ordered.
Relief, thy name is Mass Storage Device Detected.
Good Idea, no?
Not when the USB port on your external hard drive case goes bad...
I wanted to get at something on the external drive yesterday, so I plugged it in to the wall (no drawing power from my laptop... it's hard on the battery!) and plugged it into the laptop, and waited for the puter and the external drive to get all friendly again.
Except... they didn't. No real panic, probably the cable got messed up. So today I found another cable and tried it. No dice.... then I tried both cables on another computer, just in case Vista was the problem.
No Love.
Panic!
Had a bit of a freak out when I realized I couldn't access the information (everything off my old laptop, which equates to about 99.8% of my computing info that's not backed up...) and got ahold of BrotherBrian.
BrotherBrian told me it was more likely the USB than the drive itself, which let me breathe a sigh of relief, but told me to test the drive before ordering a new case for it.
Which of course involved a little techno-geekery, pulling the drive out of the old case and plugging it into the extra slot on Mamaw's E-Machine. Not a lot of geekery, mind, but at least I knew which plug to look for...
I actually did a little happy dance when I started up Mamaw's tower and realized the drive wasn't pooched.
So, the external is back in the faulty case (to keep crap out of it and to keep everything in one place for later) and set aside, info that I wanted to access, the reason I tried to get into the external in the first place, is pulled off onto thumb drives, and a new casing for it is ordered.
Relief, thy name is Mass Storage Device Detected.
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Writing
I've been doing some more writing lately, working on Jane. I've got another two chapters just banged out, and I'm going to get as much done in the rough so to speak as I can stand to do before I go back and polish them up for posting.
What ya'll are getting of Jane on here is still what I consider "rough"... changes will be made down the line. There are some things that I still need to go back and fill in, but the bones of the story are there, and readable.
Once I get the skeleton finished, so to speak, I'll go back and polish the whole thing to a high shine before I start shopping publishers... And I may do a couple more chapters and leave ya'll hanging, just because I don't want to wind up hearing "well it's good, but it's all already on your blog."
I haven't decided yet, but at least now you folks know I'm still working on it, and I may even have some writer style input on it soon, which will be immensely helpful.
What ya'll are getting of Jane on here is still what I consider "rough"... changes will be made down the line. There are some things that I still need to go back and fill in, but the bones of the story are there, and readable.
Once I get the skeleton finished, so to speak, I'll go back and polish the whole thing to a high shine before I start shopping publishers... And I may do a couple more chapters and leave ya'll hanging, just because I don't want to wind up hearing "well it's good, but it's all already on your blog."
I haven't decided yet, but at least now you folks know I'm still working on it, and I may even have some writer style input on it soon, which will be immensely helpful.
Saturday, February 14, 2009
Thank God It's Over
Yay! Crass commercial exploitation of a long-standing argument between the sexes!!!
...... Scuse me a moment while I mop up my sarcasm.
Ok, now that that's done...
Today was just another day for me. Sure, I had reminders that I'd rather have skipped, but hell, I'm almost getting used to that.
Also, the day pretty much sucked from the standpoint of accomplishing things...
Someone turned my horses out of the corral, so I couldn't take them up to D. Couldn't take time to catch them again today, because if we did, we'd miss the start of the sale.
Which would have been the whole reason I put the damn horses in the corral in the first place.
Went to the sale, they didn't have any billy goats. Had a couple of kids that would one day grow up to be billys, but we really weren't looking to buy bait.
There weren't even more than a couple of good views at the sale...
I tell ya, it was a hell of a waste of good Wranglers, in that place today.
...... Scuse me a moment while I mop up my sarcasm.
Ok, now that that's done...
Today was just another day for me. Sure, I had reminders that I'd rather have skipped, but hell, I'm almost getting used to that.
Also, the day pretty much sucked from the standpoint of accomplishing things...
Someone turned my horses out of the corral, so I couldn't take them up to D. Couldn't take time to catch them again today, because if we did, we'd miss the start of the sale.
Which would have been the whole reason I put the damn horses in the corral in the first place.
Went to the sale, they didn't have any billy goats. Had a couple of kids that would one day grow up to be billys, but we really weren't looking to buy bait.
There weren't even more than a couple of good views at the sale...
I tell ya, it was a hell of a waste of good Wranglers, in that place today.
Friday, February 13, 2009
Can I Borrow...
Facts:
FarmBro's birthday (and anniversary) is coming up.
FarmBro has been having to borrow rifles from Farmdad to go shoot coyotes.
So last night the Farmparents went over to Bro and Sis In Law's house to visit a bit. Bro had gotten called back into work for something, and wasn't home, so the Farmparents hung around for a bit visiting with SIL...
When Bro walked in, Farmmom told him "I need a favor."
Bro, figuring she needed him to build something or fix something or lift something, groaned quietly to himself.
"Ohhhkaaay..."
"I need to borrow a rifle."
"Um, ok? What do you need?"
At this point I figure Bro was trying to decide which .22 rifle he was more willing to have destroyed. Considering the amount of firepower at the Farmparents' house, this is the only conceivable reason that Farmmom would need to borrow a rifle from him.
"A .223"
Reports say that Bro was, understandably, looking at Farmmom like she'd gone off the deep end. He didn't own a .223, had never owned a .223, and here was his mother asking him to borrow one....
"I don't have..... dayum."
Farmdad had picked up the box containing the .223 rifle that was Bro's birthday present.
From the sounds of things, it's pretty nice... If I can pry it out of his hands long enough I'll get pictures and post them.
FarmBro's birthday (and anniversary) is coming up.
FarmBro has been having to borrow rifles from Farmdad to go shoot coyotes.
So last night the Farmparents went over to Bro and Sis In Law's house to visit a bit. Bro had gotten called back into work for something, and wasn't home, so the Farmparents hung around for a bit visiting with SIL...
When Bro walked in, Farmmom told him "I need a favor."
Bro, figuring she needed him to build something or fix something or lift something, groaned quietly to himself.
"Ohhhkaaay..."
"I need to borrow a rifle."
"Um, ok? What do you need?"
At this point I figure Bro was trying to decide which .22 rifle he was more willing to have destroyed. Considering the amount of firepower at the Farmparents' house, this is the only conceivable reason that Farmmom would need to borrow a rifle from him.
"A .223"
Reports say that Bro was, understandably, looking at Farmmom like she'd gone off the deep end. He didn't own a .223, had never owned a .223, and here was his mother asking him to borrow one....
"I don't have..... dayum."
Farmdad had picked up the box containing the .223 rifle that was Bro's birthday present.
From the sounds of things, it's pretty nice... If I can pry it out of his hands long enough I'll get pictures and post them.
**********
In other news, Eldest Nephew is getting a running start on FarmBro's ER visit record.
See, Eldest Nephew has a fun game. He's got a pair of John Deere boots ("Just like yours Auntie Farmgirl!") that he loves to wear. However, when he takes those boots off, he likes to fling them over his head to hear the thumping sound they make when they hit the floor. No amount of "Don't do that, you're going to break something" has managed to curb this activity. At least not when he's out of Bro and SIL's immediate sight line.
So the other night he takes his boots off, and flings them, and one of them hits the light fixture directly above his head.
Yep, broke the light fixture, kiddo got cut. Right by his eye, so we're really thankful that he wasn't hurt worse.
(This, of course, on top of his previous attempts at killing himself by falling through a window onto a patch of winter-trimmed rosebush stumps, and whizzing in a plugged in lamp.... Really, it amazes me sometimes that the males in our family survive long enough to reach puberty, let alone reproduce.)
Off to the ER they go. The Doc on call just happened to be the one that took care of 90% of Bro's visits when he was going through his accident prone stage (we're talking at least one visit to the Emergency Room per month for like... a year and a half.)
SIL sees the Doc coming in, and having worked at the hospital back in the day, so to speak, smarts off, "At least it's not one of your frequent flyers!"
Doc looks at her, looks at Eldest Nephew, looks back at SIL and just says:
"Yet."
He didn't quite manage to get stitches, Doc used the fancy dancy skin glue instead. This, of course, means that he'll try harder next time. He's a little boy, it's what they do....
In other news, Eldest Nephew is getting a running start on FarmBro's ER visit record.
See, Eldest Nephew has a fun game. He's got a pair of John Deere boots ("Just like yours Auntie Farmgirl!") that he loves to wear. However, when he takes those boots off, he likes to fling them over his head to hear the thumping sound they make when they hit the floor. No amount of "Don't do that, you're going to break something" has managed to curb this activity. At least not when he's out of Bro and SIL's immediate sight line.
So the other night he takes his boots off, and flings them, and one of them hits the light fixture directly above his head.
Yep, broke the light fixture, kiddo got cut. Right by his eye, so we're really thankful that he wasn't hurt worse.
(This, of course, on top of his previous attempts at killing himself by falling through a window onto a patch of winter-trimmed rosebush stumps, and whizzing in a plugged in lamp.... Really, it amazes me sometimes that the males in our family survive long enough to reach puberty, let alone reproduce.)
Off to the ER they go. The Doc on call just happened to be the one that took care of 90% of Bro's visits when he was going through his accident prone stage (we're talking at least one visit to the Emergency Room per month for like... a year and a half.)
SIL sees the Doc coming in, and having worked at the hospital back in the day, so to speak, smarts off, "At least it's not one of your frequent flyers!"
Doc looks at her, looks at Eldest Nephew, looks back at SIL and just says:
"Yet."
He didn't quite manage to get stitches, Doc used the fancy dancy skin glue instead. This, of course, means that he'll try harder next time. He's a little boy, it's what they do....
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Ugh
Been sick the last few days with some kind of bug, but I think I'm finally getting over it.
Tomorrow, I have to go out and get a couple of the horses penned so that I can load them Saturday morning and take em up to D, who is going through horses to ride at the sale barn just about as fast as he can borrow them.. I'm taking him Legs and Red, because they need the work.
I also have to unload stuff from the trailer so that I have something to haul them IN.
Saturday, take the ponies to D, and then on up to another sale barn to see if I can't pick up a goat.
Yes, I said a goat.
See, if you've got a (one, singular) billy goat with your cattle, the goat will chase off coyotes.
Llamas will do the same thing, but I just don't want to deal with one of those nasty suckers.... much more work than a goat. Not to mention they're flat out mean and they bite and spit.
So, I need to go to the auction and see if I can get a big ugly billy goat.
That is, if I can come up with a pickup that will pull the trailer and two horses that far, and back with the goat. Farmmom's truck is having some serious issues, and I really don't want to be crawling under the hood with duct tape every ten minutes.
Nope, not joking. Kinda wish I was.....
Tomorrow, I have to go out and get a couple of the horses penned so that I can load them Saturday morning and take em up to D, who is going through horses to ride at the sale barn just about as fast as he can borrow them.. I'm taking him Legs and Red, because they need the work.
I also have to unload stuff from the trailer so that I have something to haul them IN.
Saturday, take the ponies to D, and then on up to another sale barn to see if I can't pick up a goat.
Yes, I said a goat.
See, if you've got a (one, singular) billy goat with your cattle, the goat will chase off coyotes.
Llamas will do the same thing, but I just don't want to deal with one of those nasty suckers.... much more work than a goat. Not to mention they're flat out mean and they bite and spit.
So, I need to go to the auction and see if I can get a big ugly billy goat.
That is, if I can come up with a pickup that will pull the trailer and two horses that far, and back with the goat. Farmmom's truck is having some serious issues, and I really don't want to be crawling under the hood with duct tape every ten minutes.
Nope, not joking. Kinda wish I was.....
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