Hogmanay\ hog-muh-NEY \, noun;
1. a gift given on New Year's Eve.
proper noun:
1. New Year's Eve in Scotland.
As usual
You Should Stay Home for New Year's Eve |
 By the time New Year's Eve comes around, you are usually exhausted. You just need to rest. That doesn't mean you won't celebrate, but you'll definitely be toasting the new year in your own low key way. You'll reflect on the year that's passed and make plans for the year to come. And when the clock turns over at midnight, you'll be cheering along with anyone else. You'll just be in your pj's! |
That's the sound of me backing up...well, I already backed up, but the "beep beep beep" sound is still in my head. Come to think of it, it was in my head a LONG time before I even got a computer.
Yup, I found my brand new but year old external hard drive and hooked it up. Was really easy, just plugged it in, nothing to install. It took a little while, but I copied almost* all the stuff I wanted to the HD; my photos, my music, my porn and nearly everything else.
*I say almost because I couldn't copy a folder; it's my "work" folder I keep on my Desktop. I create a folder each month, like "Dec-10" and save everything for that month in it, then after the month is done, I create another and drag the previous month's folder into the current one. After trying several times and getting an error message, it dawned on me that I must have met some limit imposed by Windows, either the number of nested folders or perhaps maxing out the length of a file name due to that. Doing a little research, I found there is a limit of 65,536 entries in a directory--that's what I found, whether that's the problem could be debatable.
What's not debatable is I am a cyber-pack rat, saving nearly everything and seldom throwing the stupid stuff away. (which is nearly all of what I save)
Whatever, I got my stuff saved now. Whew. I would've hated to have lost my photos, although the "best" have been uploaded to Picassa. What would've made me sick would have been losing my music, especially the six different versions of "It's a Long Way to the Top (if you want to rock and roll)".
Actually, I have, but didn't figure it would pay.
Man quits job, makes living suing e-mail spammers
I DID have cruel fantasies about chopping off their hands, though.
You Are Merry Christmas |
 You are a traditionalist when it comes to the holidays, and you aren't going to be politically correct about it. You celebrate Christmas, and you don't think there's any reason to hide it. Most other people celebrate it too. You are content to wish everyone a "Merry Christmas." It doesn't have to be a religious thing. "Happy Holidays" is just too generic for your taste. You aren't going to tone down your greeting for anyone. |
From Odee: 12 Creative Christmas Ads
The first one caught my eye because it reminded me of our dear, departed friend Brad. I think he would've liked it.
(click for larger image)
From the 
archives:
Your Attachment Style is Dismissing |
 You are confident and extremely independent. You honestly don't think about others' opinions. You believe that you are worthwhile and deserve the best. Getting it is a whole other matter. You have trouble getting close to people. You've been burned before, and you're not eager to be burned again. You tend to spend a lot of time alone. You're much more comfortable when you're by yourself. |
My hard drive is making funny noises, so I might be gone f/ a while. Sad thing is I have a brand new external drive, but never did hook it up. -sigh-
Getting worse as I type this. Yikes.
Might be time f/ new PC.
Love to all
Found a cool trick at Firefox Facts:
25 Most Popular Firefox Support Tips in 2010
For those of you playing with Firefox 3 – Beta 5, try typing about:robots into your address bar and hit enter.
Which will bring up a page with this: (click image for larger view)
You don't have to kiss me?
Any raspberry kissers out there?
Your Kisses Taste Like Oranges |
 You are cool headed in all aspects of your life, including kissing. You don't rush into things. You make sure to put others before yourself. You're an excellent kisser, and you don't kiss and tell. You are always smiling. You're optimistic and cheerful, even when your kisses are rebuffed. You and a raspberry kisser will experience true romantic bliss, but a peach kisser will be too much drama for your taste! |
I was playing a game of poker earlier today; I threw away a queen out of a pair, hoping to at least get a flush, but drew into a Royal Flush
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