USMB Coffee Shop IV

I don't really care if Microsoft spies on me, I don't download porn, and I don't download illegal copies of software.

I used to years ago and I had thousands of pounds worth of software like photo shop that I got from hacking sites. I also used to get serial numbers for games so you could run them without the cd.

But I don't do any of that any more because for one thing you can get hacked by people who put Trojan horses into their give away of software. For another thing there are more cyber police monitoring the internet.
They spy on you for marketing purposes not to mention to see if you have any "illegal" software/downloads.
 
More school frustration.

Since I am just a letter from the IRS away from getting my financial aid, I want to register for classes this semester. I have emailed my advisor on more than one occasion but have yet to receive a response. I've tried calling but it goes to voice mail unanswered. I called again today and the same thing happened, so I left a message. I also sent another email. I sent yet another email to the registrar's office asking about registering classes. The registrar's office sent back an email within a couple of hours, but it basically says my advisor is the one to ask about my courses, it's a busy time, she'll certainly get in touch with me in time to get things done.

Of course, open registration day was a week and a half or so ago, the last day of late registration is in 10 days, and classes start in 14 days. But hey, it's busy, she'll get to me! :mad:

Luckily I can register the classes online myself, I just don't know if there are any schedule conflicts with the classes I need or if I'm supposed to take them in any sort of order. Worst case I'll just have to pick the ones I want for the first semester without any advising and see how that goes. :dunno:
 
Updated the Lenovo and this laptop to the Win 10 Anniversary update and as I thought had to undo a few things. It turned Cortana and Edge back on and reinstalled some of the bloatware I had uninstalled, it shut off my Classic Shell claiming it was incompatible with the new Win 10 version...... Bull, I reinstalled Classic Shell with no problems, renamed Cortana so Win 10 couldn't find it, uninstalled all the bloatware M$ put back on and reinstalled my telemetry blocking rules just in case.
Had to go back into Settings an turn just about everything I had off back off. If I didn't like Windows so much I'd dump Microsoft in a heartbeat.
 
Greetings, Everwon!
It's been a while, hasn't it. Too many pages to read to catch up, sorry.
We've started our rainy season here. I am accustomed to slogging through ankle-deep mud to feed, water, and milk the goats. They still object to the mud. Goats do not like the wet, that's certain.
I've been working at both places, Birchwood and Willow, getting lots done. In Willow, I've been clearing "slash" (branches and leaves, etc. left over from felling trees) and cutting/splitting firewood. My plan to build the barn and move up to Willow this summer were put on hold after the partner shattered his ankle, but I still need to keep cleaning and clearing. That fire here last year, and the many devastating fires in the Lower 48 make it clear that one should take every precaution possible to "fireproof" one's homestead. I've also decided to terrace the slope on the south side of the house for my garden.
Since my last visit here, the Solstice has come...and gone. The nights grow darker, longer. The turning of the year progresses apace.
Hopefully all are doing well.
 
Greetings, Everwon!
It's been a while, hasn't it. Too many pages to read to catch up, sorry.
We've started our rainy season here. I am accustomed to slogging through ankle-deep mud to feed, water, and milk the goats. They still object to the mud. Goats do not like the wet, that's certain.
I've been working at both places, Birchwood and Willow, getting lots done. In Willow, I've been clearing "slash" (branches and leaves, etc. left over from felling trees) and cutting/splitting firewood. My plan to build the barn and move up to Willow this summer were put on hold after the partner shattered his ankle, but I still need to keep cleaning and clearing. That fire here last year, and the many devastating fires in the Lower 48 make it clear that one should take every precaution possible to "fireproof" one's homestead. I've also decided to terrace the slope on the south side of the house for my garden.
Since my last visit here, the Solstice has come...and gone. The nights grow darker, longer. The turning of the year progresses apace.
Hopefully all are doing well.

So happy you checked back in GW. When you are gone so long I worry about you even though I know how busy you are and how your schedule doesn't always allow for recreational computer time. And almost nobody reads every page when they check in here. But looks like your plans are progressing though it seems to me that commuting to Anchorage from Willow during the summer months is more practical than during the winter. But you live there and know what you can cope with. Anyhow happy you are well.
 
Happy Monday. Some John Lennon for you. :)


Across The Universe by user183852791

Lennon did some thought provoking music for sure and I like your rendition. By the way, is that you on your Soundcloud page?

I could sympathize with GW not being able to catch up with the entire thread after a prolonged absence. I have trouble doing that sometimes on a day to day basis, especially if the thread is moving pretty fast. And good morning all. The sun is just about to peek over our mountain here and our house guests are packing to leave this morning. We're expecting a landscaper around 9 am to give us an estimate on our retaining wall issue. Hombre is in the shower and will be back to his volunteer job this afternoon. I'm looking for a day of mostly just crashing and kicking back. I've loved all the activity for several days and all the walking we did is good for me, but it was so much easier 20 years ago.

Ah well, time for more coffee. Wishing a good Tuesday for all.
 
Friday morning I was getting ready to go to the Pig Roast. I had to pack a few togs, walk and bathe Daisy the Mutt, remember the lawn chairs, coolers and bag of hickory chunks, gas up the car and pick up my brother and all his things.

Well, while I was walking Daisy, I was surprised to see her dashing from point to point. back and forth like a picketer on amphetamines. Then she seemed to toss something in the air. It was a chipmunk! I saw the chipmunk scurry away. Then Daisy pounced on it and again tossed it into the air. By the time I caught up to this scene, the chipmunk was dying. It's little hind leg twitched and it gasped for air.

Daisy did not aggressively attack the poor thing, but played with it as if it was one of her toys.

But Daisy had become a killer.

I sleep with one eye open, fearing that 13 pounds of miniature poodle fury might come my way in the dead of the night.

Tell Daisy she is suppose to play with a chipmunk, kill it, eat most of it, then leave the tails lined up at the porch door. Otherwise leave them to the nearest professional cat.
 
Happy Monday. Some John Lennon for you. :)


Across The Universe by user183852791

Lennon did some thought provoking music for sure and I like your rendition. By the way, is that you on your Soundcloud page?

I could sympathize with GW not being able to catch up with the entire thread after a prolonged absence. I have trouble doing that sometimes on a day to day basis, especially if the thread is moving pretty fast. And good morning all. The sun is just about to peek over our mountain here and our house guests are packing to leave this morning. We're expecting a landscaper around 9 am to give us an estimate on our retaining wall issue. Hombre is in the shower and will be back to his volunteer job this afternoon. I'm looking for a day of mostly just crashing and kicking back. I've loved all the activity for several days and all the walking we did is good for me, but it was so much easier 20 years ago.

Ah well, time for more coffee. Wishing a good Tuesday for all.



Yes....that's me in the outer banks of North Carolina about 15 years ago. It seemed appropriate for Sound Cloud. :)
 
Friday morning I was getting ready to go to the Pig Roast. I had to pack a few togs, walk and bathe Daisy the Mutt, remember the lawn chairs, coolers and bag of hickory chunks, gas up the car and pick up my brother and all his things.

Well, while I was walking Daisy, I was surprised to see her dashing from point to point. back and forth like a picketer on amphetamines. Then she seemed to toss something in the air. It was a chipmunk! I saw the chipmunk scurry away. Then Daisy pounced on it and again tossed it into the air. By the time I caught up to this scene, the chipmunk was dying. It's little hind leg twitched and it gasped for air.

Daisy did not aggressively attack the poor thing, but played with it as if it was one of her toys.

But Daisy had become a killer.

I sleep with one eye open, fearing that 13 pounds of miniature poodle fury might come my way in the dead of the night.

Tell Daisy she is suppose to play with a chipmunk, kill it, eat most of it, then leave the tails lined up at the porch door. Otherwise leave them to the nearest professional cat.
She would take umbrage being referred to a cat for advice! She plays with chipmunks, but she HATES cats! She carries on whenever the neighbor cat can be seen. A tempest in a tea pot, but it's her tempest and she throws it for all it's worth.
 
I'm so tired. And so depressed. When I go out to my now ugly back yard, it is covered in tarps with stuff I wanted and don't want. The birds are not happy. No food, so I give them crumbs of bread. Hummer feeders are going dry. I will fill them up before we go and leave them but the owner of the house won't fee them so maybe I should take them so the birds know the well has dried up here.

Whatever the case...today is not good. Very whiney. Very down. Very.....meh.
 
Who woulda thunk being 65 and 70 years old, we would be homeless, dependent on a friend for a room, selling all our stuff and giving most away, starting all over at this age?

We were so stupid. So stupid. SO fucking stupid to not consider this when we were younger.
 
Who woulda thunk being 65 and 70 years old, we would be homeless, dependent on a friend for a room, selling all our stuff and giving most away, starting all over at this age?

We were so stupid. So stupid. SO fucking stupid to not consider this when we were younger.
Don't worry, you're not alone, about 40% of Americans end up like that.
 
On a more happier note...I just got an email from my friend we are going to, with a pic, and in the subject line:

HELP! BRING DOGS QUICK! RACCOON INVASION!

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Moki will get it. Karma will bark and hide behind me.

Going thru all the files in the file box to make less room for the truck....I found Moki's birthday.
April 17, 2004. This means he is 13. Which means Karma is 12. I thought Moki was 12 and Karma was 11.

Jeez. All us old fogies.
 

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