Posted in humor, stuff

One Million Little Things

My hard drive is full. Well, it was full. One of my external hard drives was also full. (As are all my closets, drawers, and countertops. I am nothing if not consistent.)

So I decided this is the weekend I clean up my hard drive, make some badly-needed backups, etc. You know, the kind of thing I should be doing in my house, but it requires so much more work and possible dishpan hands. So I’m focusing on my computer storage issues. I think that’s fair, and if you don’t, you can only tell me/bitch me out if you first provide me with gifts of some sort. For the record, Girl Scout Cookies are currency in my world.

I set up a different external hard drive, and actually dusted off the Time Capsule server that we have and I hadn’t been using (probably because I hadn’t figured out the benefit yet) and looked at my Time Machine backups to make sure I was in a good spot to start removing things. I wasn’t; it had been a year since I’d run a Time Machine backup. Okay, so I’ll use the Time Capsule to store my backup (because the drive I had been using is full and full is bad and useless).  I set it up and tell it to run a backup. It parses my computer’s hard drive and tells me how many things it has to back up.

997,759 files

How is that even possible? There are almost a MILLION files on my hard drive that have to be backed up? Oh my Lord, no wonder it’s full. How can it even function? How can I find the files I don’t need to delete them?

In the mean time, the biggest problem is moving 109 gig of backup over my wifi network. It almost looks smokey in here, there is so much data floating over my head. I wonder if the people who do those ghost-hunting TV shows would get a reading off the air in my living room? “I’m getting the image of a child playing on your kitchen floor with Matchbox cars, and a Finn Brother’s song…”  “Yes! Yes! Those are being backed up off my hard drive!”

997,759 files. I laugh at your attempts to get me to lead an organized life!

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Posted in complaint department, humor, stuff

I’m Too Young For This Shit

I know, the movie quote is “I’m too old for this shit” but really, my point is that I’m too young for it. I’m almost a baby! I’m pretty sure I just graduated from kindergarten a year or two ago. I remember we put cream in a Mason jar and everyone in the class took turns shaking the jar until we made butter. We made butter, I tell you! A group of 5 and 6 year olds! It was my single greatest accomplishment from my public school career. I don’t even think it was better than the time I made a terrarium in elementary school (during the same program where I learned how to decoupage and do macrame. Ahh, the 70s.) But wait, I am far too young to have ever been in school (or even BORN!) in the 70s!

You know what? Let’s forget I even mentioned it. Carry on.

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Posted in humor, stuff, writing

My Loss is Your Gain

I entered a writing contest a month or so ago, to get a regular column on a fairly popular and trendy website. I liked the idea I had for the column, but I don’t think it was edgy enough. Or the sample column good enough to be brought forth on the national stage. Plus there were 1000 other people trying for the same 4 spots, and well, I may be pretty good, but out of a thousand people I would expect there to be four if not better, equal to me.

So I’ve decided to start writing up some of them and posting them here, possibly giving them a new heading up in the menu at the top. If you’re good.

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Ready for a Nap, Sir!

Went into Cambridge to meet some Twitter people for the first time (every single one of them as lovely and wonderful as I’d hoped) and didn’t get home until 2am. And because I chose to drink diet cokes after the P.F. Tompkins show because it was late and I was going to be driving, I couldn’t fall asleep until three.

I am still trying to readjust to daylight. Went to my nephew’s football game to try out the lens I rented: the Canon 70-200mmf/4L (not the IS version). Got some good photos. Right now this one is my favorite, because it really does illustrate the mopping up of the field the opposing team did to us. Number 24 is my nephew. I’m hoping he can still give my sister grandchildren some day.

low hit

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