December 12th, 2001


ghosts of my computer past

So I get this message from my sister last night, she's almost in tears saying her computer has officially bit the big one and nobody down there wants to help her and she's got a paper due. It's kinda funny how that works, because if memory serves me, that computer crashed (read: corrupted windows system files) on me twice in its happy life, both times at the end of a semester, right when papers were due. It's like it senses your stress and takes enough of it on itself to just die.


I told her if she wanted to re-install windows (a big step for my little sister) that would probably do it, but she needed to back everything up first. I think she may just give up. It's a shame because there are like 6 dormies using her computer to do stuff, no wonder it's stressed.

Her school is so messed up, they have computer labs but all the computers are just a weird Unix command line interface that she doesn't understand. The tech support people, when she called them, were just like, "We don't work on windows computers at all, sorry." My sister's response was that they were total retards because there were only two locations in the world where Unix was run: her crappy college and my computer. I can't believe these hippies would tell these windows-raised kids to use telnet via the command line to check their e-mail, they're giving Unix a bad name. I'm going to have to show her what my computer actually looks like (KDE with six desktops, each with their own unique beautiful background, all my artsy customized crud, ect.) for her to realize that good things can come out of Unix, namely Linux.

Other news: Sold some textbooks back yesterday and got a little over $75! Yeah! So now I can buy... stuff. I dunno what.
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The News

Well, I officially went Christmas shopping today! Took my friend Lindsey with me to Joplin where I bought myself a new sweater. Yes, my season has started.

Second, rawbery79 touched on a subject recently that I felt like ranting on. Gas is cheap. Like, less than $.90 a gallon cheap. I'm sure most of the world is thrilled about this but I for one am not, okay? I ride my bike to the tech center every day for a reason. I think about fuel economy in cars I'm riding in for a reason. That reason is that fuel is a precious natural resource, and I don't care what my Dad's conservative talk-show radio hosts all say, it's not going to be around forever. Even if it is going to be around forever, doesn't anyone ever think about the fact that America, with something like 10% of the world's population, uses like 30% of the world's energy resources? I'll find the exact figure on that if anyone here is a stickler for truth.

So when gas is $1.80 a gallon those suburban yuppies sometimes think about what they're guzzling SUV's consume. Yeah, I know, some of them are so rich they don't care, but the majority of them at least think about it. I think about it too, but I drive a much smaller car so it doesn't hurt me quite as much, when I fill up during those times it costs $20 every 10 days or so, not $50 like those people.

In high school I was the only kid (you think i'm kidding but I'm not) who rode my bike to school. When an administrator came to my english class to give the there's-not-enough-parking-but-please-be-nice speach, I was the only one to ask if anyone had considered encouraging kids to drive less. Maybe get a fucking bike rack so I don't have to chain my bike to the fence in front of the football field. She looked at me like I'd introduced a totally new concept into the world that hadn't ever been thought of before. The other kids in my class just looked scared. That's what I'm talking about - it's not that most Americans don't care about energy conservation, it's just that the idea isn't even planted into most of their little heads. Wasting energy is a way of life, what's wrong with it? It's just how we live.

I'm not saying I'm better than everybody else. Or maybe I am. I dunno, screw me, I don't know what I'm saying, but I think $1.50 a gallon is the perfect price for gas and that's the point of that whole awful rant. Crumbs, now I've gone and blown my merry christmassy shopping mood.