I'm always home; I'm uncool.
I had to reinstall Vista last week because of a crippling virus, or pile of viruses, depending which of the malware scrubbers you believe. There are upsides and downsides to this. The downside is that I lost whatever it is that I forgot to back up. So far, the only thing that I've realized that I forgot was my archived instant messenger logs from the past couple of years.
The other downside is that the whole process is kind of a lengthy ordeal, but that small downside is outweighed by the feeling of accomplishment at the clean, fresh desktop that comes at the end of the fight.
It also means I had the opportunity to search through untold piles of archived CDs from the past several years.
2005. Those were the days. I was tall in a tiny car, Jill lived here, apparently. Joe was a sweaty hippy.
Jacquie is photographically over-represented by a considerable margin compared with her tenure. I'm trying to correct this by bringing my camera more places, without becoming one of those people who's always taking your picture when you're trying to be drunk and unattractive.
I've got about two potential employers to call tomorrow about jobs, and one past employer about where they might have sent my W-2.
Tax Return BBQ season approaches.
The other downside is that the whole process is kind of a lengthy ordeal, but that small downside is outweighed by the feeling of accomplishment at the clean, fresh desktop that comes at the end of the fight.
It also means I had the opportunity to search through untold piles of archived CDs from the past several years.
2005. Those were the days. I was tall in a tiny car, Jill lived here, apparently. Joe was a sweaty hippy.
Jacquie is photographically over-represented by a considerable margin compared with her tenure. I'm trying to correct this by bringing my camera more places, without becoming one of those people who's always taking your picture when you're trying to be drunk and unattractive.
I've got about two potential employers to call tomorrow about jobs, and one past employer about where they might have sent my W-2.
Tax Return BBQ season approaches.