Wednesday, April 4, 2012
Time to Play?
I'm starting to think I play with my Linux installs a little too freely. I know that customization is one of the biggest features of open source software, but sometimes it gets annoying. After dropping the Ubuntu Precise beta and going back to 11.10, I opened my Ubuntu One settings to recover my files. I wasn't too shocked to find one Mythbuntu machine, and several copies of both my phone and my laptop. Then, I realized I spent four hours today with an upgrade of the Ice Cream Sandwich beta ROM on my phone. Normally it only takes an hour or so to download the file, backup everything, install the new ROM, and restore my settings, then the rest of the day is spent tweaking processor speeds and settings. Today I got several bad downloads due to busy servers, and I just had to run an errand in town, away from my beautiful wifi connection. I was stuck, forced download on Tmo's network (read earlier posts) or wait till release date plus one. So instead of
Thursday, December 22, 2011
Maybe I use my phone too much. Maybe my wife was right. Dammit. There I said it, and where potentially millions of people could see it. There's at least a half dozen or so who probably already have. Its just so damn handy though, I can't help myself. It fulfills, well most of, my needs. I mean where else can you get your news, weather, technology and Facebook updates in one place? Hell, throw in some porn, a little blogging, the number for the local hardware store, what time the sushi bar in town closes, taking pictures and videos that can be online in seconds, and of course the ability to make phone calls once in awhile. If you're tech savvy enough, and not afraid to break something, you might even follow my lead and run Google's Ice Cream Sandwich,
Wednesday, December 21, 2011
If you're reading this, you probably suffer from this condition and don't even realize it. I know I wouldn't read this kind of shit otherwise. You're probably either up very early or extremely late, or you're sitting around in the middle of the day with nothing better to do, playing on the internet. I told you, don't blame me. Go ahead, check your clock, your watch, phone, sundial or other instrument of time. You were shocked at what time it is, weren't you? Of course you were, you're an insomniac. That'll be $200, you can pay the lady at the desk on your way out.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Well thought I had more to bitch about, but still somehow took the holidays off. Not to worry though, that'll be up soon. How were the holidays for everybody? I know only about a half dozen people are reading this, but I welcome future comments too. And beer money. Feliz Navidad.
Monday, December 19, 2011
For those who might not be familiar with the expression, it is a reference to computer programming, and more specifically, the first program written by most developers in any language, to get a feel for the syntax of the language. Since I have no experience in blogging, writing for my first time, (lucky you) I felt it fitting for the first half of the title. I also have a degree in computer programming, and eight years in web development, marketing and SEO experience. Its not my only field of expertise or formal training, but its most relevant to the title so fuck you if you don't like it! Yes I said fuck you, the reader. You chose to click the link. You read past the warning. Besides I don't have any formal training as a writer so I don't give two shits about etiquette. That's just a sample, if this blog continues past this rainy, boring (strangely sober) Monday night, you'll see I can be much more vulgar and abusive of our mutt language.
Why Are We Here?
This is a question asked by every child everywhere, usually about the age of five or six, as that's when we start to realize our universe is bigger than ourselves and the people we know. This is about the age that most children develop beliefs about the world around them, and as human beings do, adopt some sort of religious views. "Why are we here?" is also a question asked by most people, later in life, as they struggle with an impassable obstacle, question their goals, their past or their beliefs ingrained so early in life.