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"If size did matter, Dinosaurs would still be around."
Wendelin Wiedeking

Monday night, that means Monster House. This weeks installment (a repeat that I had not previously seen) is called Jurassic House. I know I always wanted a T-Rex skeleton in my living room. This was nicely done, the theme was carried throughout the house, unlike shows of late where there are just individual projects that don't mesh together under one motif.

"Hey Man, Why is My Computer Running So Slow?"
Computer Idiot

That phrase make my skin craw. I know a lot about computers. I can build one and I can fix one I can network one, and I deal with them for a living. I though that this would be a good thing, ya know, maybe a little bit handy you'd think. The sole problem with knowing this, is the fact that someone eventually finds out. I don't mind helping people, I really don't. But for the love of all that is holy and pure, could someone PLEASE tell me why people will plug a computer in, and not bother to do a little research on their own to inform themselves of basic "good computing" practices? Nope, no time for that. Just plug it in, run it and when things go bad, just throw up your hands and call me and ask the dreaded question. People don't apply this logic to other things in life. Most people that have a car know you have to change your oil every 3,000 miles right? You don't just drive your car and when the engine seizes up call the mechanic and say "Hey man, why's my car running so slow"? Then why is this an accepted practice today? People, the computer is a household item now. It's like a telephone, or any other utility. You are going to depend on it at least once a day. So how 'bout learning a few simple things to protect it then Sparky, we'll both feel better in the end.

Angel of Darkness

I re-installed the latest chapter of the Tomb Raider series. I think Im one of the only people who actually liked it. See if I can actually finish it this time or get 10 levels in and lose interest...

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Mmmbacon said…
Ahhh, my good buddy Nom, it feels like home now... :-)

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