XP is exiting stage left, people. It’s not like you have not been warned…

My response to one of our sales folks when asked to quote hours on upgrading three existing XP boxes to Windows 7:

If we are re-installing and can do them all at once, about 4 hours, otherwise probably 2 hours each. In-Place upgrade (which may not be available and should be avoided anyhow) about 12 hours (this includes being forced to start over and install from scratch when the in-place upgrade goes to hell).

Seriously, folks. We’ve been warning you about this for over a year now.

Social Media is a pain in my butt

I just went through the hassle of deleting my Google+ profile and wiping out all my circles, etc. Facebook is soon to follow. This isn’t a privacy thing- I gave up on that a while ago, no, this is a quality of life issue. On Google+ I was getting people adding me to their circles and I had no idea who they were. Since I hadn’t even looked a Google+ since I set it up a year or two ago I couldn’t see any reason I should allow it to keep making associations for me that I did not want it to.

Facebook has been a bit of a love/hate relationship. I like keeping tabs with friends, but I post less and less, and getting bombarded with “like this if you’re for/against ” crap is just getting old. The ads are sometimes pretty disturbing, too. I’ve pulled the plug on Facebook a couple of times, but I really think I’m done now. If I feel the need to spout off about something I’ll do it here (which is why I just renewed my domains). I came within a few days of just letting them both expire, but in the end I just couldn’t let Methuselah’s Daughter just vanish and to keep that I have to keep jaeddy.com, so there we are.

I’m not opposed to Social Media, I just don’t see that I need it and it is starting to become a pain in the butt. Once it gets to that point, why keep at it?

If You’ve Nothing To Hide, You’ve Nothing to Fear

Yeah. Tell that to Michele Catalano, who had her home visited by the government because of an un-fortuitous collection of searches made by house members on the internet.

Dean Esmay does a good job of laying out the absurd irony of it here. Vodkapundit’s Stephen Green adds his own commentary as well.

To call this Orwellian is… well, right on the money.

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Via Cold Fury

Optima!

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Sort-of new wheels. 2005 Kia Optima.

Caved In

Once again, back on Facebook. I figured that a week away didn’t lead to withdrawal symptoms, so what the heck?

Sayonara, Facebook!

No more Facebook for me. Seriously, all done.

The last time I said this was in response to Facebook’s annoying habit of changing and resetting privacy options- every time they tweaked something they would automatically reset my privacy options to the default (read that as “wide open”). I got over that after about a week and reactivated my account, mostly because it was the easiest way to keep up with the antics of my grandchildren.

This time, no it is not about the NSA, it’s simply that I took a look at my timeline and realized more than 60% of my posts were political. This surprised me because I at least claim to hate getting all this political crap on Facebook, yet here I was, a prime offender. When I realized that and accepted it I just went over my Facebook experience these past few months and came to understand that more often than not checking Facebook served to piss me off.

Seriously? I don’t need anything extra to piss me off. I realized that I was getting into political arguments with my neighbors that I NEVER would engage in face-to-face, and not the GOOD kind of arguments- these were tit-for-tat exchanges between me as a right-of-center with some libertarian leanings type of guy and people whose ideologies ran from left-of-center to so far left I had to look right to see them.

Nothing good would ever come of this and a value my friendship with these people too much to let something as ridiculous as Facebook become a problem. My wife will keep her account and I’ll keep up with the kids and grand-kids through her.

More of the Story of the Belleau Wood

The ship came alive in Belle’s sensors, the energies she would unleash slowly building as the countdown approached the zero mark. Twenty hours earlier she had begun charging the toroid magnets of the Constriction Channel, flooding them with liquid helium, then gently ramping up the current running through them, monitoring for any hint of failure. There was none, she had been diligent the past ninety days, expending her meager repair reserves to ensure integrity of the main reaction drive and supporting systems. Nonetheless she had built in a comfortable safety margin in case anything cropped up as the system was placed under full load for the first time in nearly 1000 subjective years.

Detection arrays were retracted, gossamer constructs that could not withstand the deceleration she would subject herself to over the next year. Fuel to thrust calculations were updated real-time as any new information became available. Belleau Wood had been collecting and compressing fuel throughout her long voyage, a 1500 kilometer wide electromagnetic field funneling stray hydrogen and helium atoms into the processors for sorting into useful isotopes and mere coolant or cold reaction mass. The tanks were fully charged, deuterium/tritium compressed nearly to the point of collapsing into degenerate matter. Once the Drive was fired there would be more energy…

Belle herself was running at only twenty percent capacity and most ship’s systems were powered down in order to send all available power to the Drive. Everything indicated it would ignite as scheduled, but if anything went wrong Belleau Wood would streak through the system at nearly .25C and likely not even be noticed.

Approaching from 13 degrees above the plane of the ecliptic, just outside the orbit of Neptune, Belleau Wood announced herself to the Solar System as hydrogen poured into the reaction chamber and was compressed beyond the point of atomic cohesion, collapsing and reformulating in a blaze of energy arcing out in the general direction of the Sun. Belle ran the thrust up slowly, but relentlessly to just over .28 standard gravities, sufficient to set her on speed and course to overtake her target in just over a year and still leave her sufficient fuel to navigate upon arrival. She could have shortened the interval, diving deep into the system and decelerating at more than four standard gravities, but there were too many variables she could not account for. Besides, she wanted the target to see her coming.

Belle ran through weeks of diagnostics once the drive was running and her supply of energy became nearly unlimited. Satisfied Belleau Wood was sound Belle began to fiddle with the mix of elements pouring through the Drive, creating a brilliant visible light for her target world to see. A beacon to draw the attention of any who might be watching.

Sliders

I’ve been watching the old semi-sci-fi series Sliders on Netflix. I dimly remembered that one character, Wade Welles (Sabrina Lloyd) vanished between seasons. Turns out she got shipped off to a Cromag “Breeding planet” never to be heard from again.

Seems cold to me….

Keep Calm, And Don’t Be A Dick

Sage advice (and good merchandising) from Wil Wheaton

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