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which_chickI sent a dunning letter to Thomas Chillemi of Barstow, Virginia. He owes me about $4,800.00 at this point (it's accruing interest at 7% until paid) and I have a judgment against him, recorded at the land records office of his county in Virginia. My judgment against Mr. Chillemi is lurking in the deep, slow water of my life -- judgments what have been recorded at the land records office in Virginia are good for twenty years or bankruptcy, whichever comes first. He probably thinks I will forget him. I won't forget.
I'm thinking of curry tonight. I just have to find something to cook. That thing with the toasted lentils and greens that I made a while back, that was crazy tasty stuff. I want that again, maybe. Edit: I made that again, with curly and unacceptable kale this time. It was still crazy tasty. I have added it to the Book of Recipes so that it is now part of The Lore. But maybe I want to make something new and different and wildly exciting. All of it looks so good. (And I will starve to death while trying to pick something out of the damn book, here.)
On the Happy Holiday front, I've picked up the dead puter at the office (Hard drive is totally made of FAIL, rest of box appears to work well enough. It used to be Dad's work machine until it ate itself drivewise.) and am adding a new hard drive and some RAM to it so that I will have, when done, a box that has 160Gig of hard drive (Not huge, I know, but big enough for what the intended users will do with it. Their old box had a 30Gig drive that was mostly empty.) and a Gig of RAM. The processor, which I do not recall at the moment, ran XP okay so is probably not that dog slow. This upgrade will cost me a whopping seventy bucks plus time.
Once I get the box up and running (I'll borrow the kb/mouse/monitor and (if any) printer from the intended recipient prior to install so that all the shit will work together) then I am taking the setup, which I fully expect to have functional by the big Gifting Day, and Gifting it to those people I know whose piece of shit Win98 box is ten fucking years old. The damn thing doesn't auto-handle USB ports. Its video card is fucked up and it can't burn CDs. They can't afford a better box themselves and they tend to kill whatever they get on the M$ front.
I am not building a lamb for the slaughter, here. They've had lambs before. They like lambs, how soft and fuzzy and appealing they are. They enjoy the kind and gentle nature of lambs and the endearing way that they butt at you for the bottle. They marvel at the bleats, the lack of upper front teeth, the doglike tails that get docked, the texture of the lamb's wool, and the earthy smell of lanolin. They're big fans of lambs, so they get a lamb because LAMBS 'R' GREAT!!1!! They listen to more experienced farmers about the care and feeding and capabilities of lambs and they nod reassuringly. They'll take care of their new lamb because LAMBS 'R' GREAT!!1!! D'oh.
Then they take their new lamb and tie it to the bumper of their truck. They DRIVE OFF. At first, the lamb walks behind the truck. It's not so bad -- the lamb knows how to lead and the truck starts out slow. However, the people driving, they run through the gears and the truck speeds up and right quickly the lamb has to start trotting along and then it's running and running and running and the rope gets tight around the lamb's neck because it can't keep up. Before the truck gets up to speed, the lamb is taking really, really big strides, kind of flying through the air in a desperate attempt to not-die. At this point even the slow-of-thinking know it's not going to end well but the people in the truck are oblivious and keep on tooling down the Information Superhighway. (Click the banner ad! HIt the monkey! Win A Prize!!) All of a sudden, the lamb stumbles and becomes a red ball on the highway, bouncing along squishily after the truck.
Oops.
See, that's precisely what happens to lambs in the care of these people. They see nothing wrong with this state of affairs. They've had several previous lambs and the same thing has happened to each one. Things go okay at the beginning but get weirder and weirder and all of a sudden, they've got a red ball on the highway and absolutely no idea where their fucking lamb went. I've been over and over about how they can't drive "normally" with a lamb tied to the bumper and that lambs have some limitations and require some care in handling, but they just don't seem to get the idea. Every lamb they ever get is going to die a horrible death behind their pickup truck. But they really like lambs. They do. Just ask them. Lambs are so kind and bleating and fuzzy white... lambs are great. Yay lambs. So they get another lamb and they tie it to the bumper of their pickup truck and they drive off. OVER AND OVER THEY DO THIS. ARGH!!!
I say again: ARGH!!! (And in the heart of my frustration, I hear a tiny, sibilant voice that no amount of screaming can drown out. It sounds like Hannibal Lecter, sort of, and it says thusly: Sells a lot of lambs, though, doesn't it? Fuck. I hate the way my brain works sometimes.)
Anyway. These people do not need any more lambs. I'm tired of watching them kill lambs. I think I'll give the lamb killers Ubuntu. Maybe that will work better than a lamb.
(Totally going to have the Rammstein xmas at my house. I'll get tired of it eventually, but eventually has not happened yet.)
I'm thinking of curry tonight. I just have to find something to cook. That thing with the toasted lentils and greens that I made a while back, that was crazy tasty stuff. I want that again, maybe. Edit: I made that again, with curly and unacceptable kale this time. It was still crazy tasty. I have added it to the Book of Recipes so that it is now part of The Lore. But maybe I want to make something new and different and wildly exciting. All of it looks so good. (And I will starve to death while trying to pick something out of the damn book, here.)
On the Happy Holiday front, I've picked up the dead puter at the office (Hard drive is totally made of FAIL, rest of box appears to work well enough. It used to be Dad's work machine until it ate itself drivewise.) and am adding a new hard drive and some RAM to it so that I will have, when done, a box that has 160Gig of hard drive (Not huge, I know, but big enough for what the intended users will do with it. Their old box had a 30Gig drive that was mostly empty.) and a Gig of RAM. The processor, which I do not recall at the moment, ran XP okay so is probably not that dog slow. This upgrade will cost me a whopping seventy bucks plus time.
Once I get the box up and running (I'll borrow the kb/mouse/monitor and (if any) printer from the intended recipient prior to install so that all the shit will work together) then I am taking the setup, which I fully expect to have functional by the big Gifting Day, and Gifting it to those people I know whose piece of shit Win98 box is ten fucking years old. The damn thing doesn't auto-handle USB ports. Its video card is fucked up and it can't burn CDs. They can't afford a better box themselves and they tend to kill whatever they get on the M$ front.
I am not building a lamb for the slaughter, here. They've had lambs before. They like lambs, how soft and fuzzy and appealing they are. They enjoy the kind and gentle nature of lambs and the endearing way that they butt at you for the bottle. They marvel at the bleats, the lack of upper front teeth, the doglike tails that get docked, the texture of the lamb's wool, and the earthy smell of lanolin. They're big fans of lambs, so they get a lamb because LAMBS 'R' GREAT!!1!! They listen to more experienced farmers about the care and feeding and capabilities of lambs and they nod reassuringly. They'll take care of their new lamb because LAMBS 'R' GREAT!!1!! D'oh.
Then they take their new lamb and tie it to the bumper of their truck. They DRIVE OFF. At first, the lamb walks behind the truck. It's not so bad -- the lamb knows how to lead and the truck starts out slow. However, the people driving, they run through the gears and the truck speeds up and right quickly the lamb has to start trotting along and then it's running and running and running and the rope gets tight around the lamb's neck because it can't keep up. Before the truck gets up to speed, the lamb is taking really, really big strides, kind of flying through the air in a desperate attempt to not-die. At this point even the slow-of-thinking know it's not going to end well but the people in the truck are oblivious and keep on tooling down the Information Superhighway. (Click the banner ad! HIt the monkey! Win A Prize!!) All of a sudden, the lamb stumbles and becomes a red ball on the highway, bouncing along squishily after the truck.
Oops.
See, that's precisely what happens to lambs in the care of these people. They see nothing wrong with this state of affairs. They've had several previous lambs and the same thing has happened to each one. Things go okay at the beginning but get weirder and weirder and all of a sudden, they've got a red ball on the highway and absolutely no idea where their fucking lamb went. I've been over and over about how they can't drive "normally" with a lamb tied to the bumper and that lambs have some limitations and require some care in handling, but they just don't seem to get the idea. Every lamb they ever get is going to die a horrible death behind their pickup truck. But they really like lambs. They do. Just ask them. Lambs are so kind and bleating and fuzzy white... lambs are great. Yay lambs. So they get another lamb and they tie it to the bumper of their pickup truck and they drive off. OVER AND OVER THEY DO THIS. ARGH!!!
I say again: ARGH!!! (And in the heart of my frustration, I hear a tiny, sibilant voice that no amount of screaming can drown out. It sounds like Hannibal Lecter, sort of, and it says thusly: Sells a lot of lambs, though, doesn't it? Fuck. I hate the way my brain works sometimes.)
Anyway. These people do not need any more lambs. I'm tired of watching them kill lambs. I think I'll give the lamb killers Ubuntu. Maybe that will work better than a lamb.
(Totally going to have the Rammstein xmas at my house. I'll get tired of it eventually, but eventually has not happened yet.)
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Date: 2008-12-20 06:29 pm (UTC)So glad my relatives who use computers are all competent with them.
(And I take it that you're quietly enjoying the fact that you are the top Google hit for this fellow's name & state?)
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