Saturday, September 26, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
In response to Windows 7
Until my arm stops hurting, or I start taking the art course I signed up for, I am doing more repeats, and not necessarily every day. I am using a dual Ubuntu/Vista laptop. My kids love GCompris and Child's Play. I run this blog mostly from the Vista side at the moment because there are two small problems with Ubuntu that need to be fixed. I noticed that my CPU runs about 118F or higher in Vista, but only about 105F in Ubuntu even when running WOW through Wine.
In response to all those who are planning on hosting Windows 7 parties - not that I think there really are, but there's a stupid Youtube video about how to host one - I present the day I was offered a G4.
Whitewings (Whitey/Marc) offered to get me a G4 if I switched to Mac. I never did.
In response to all those who are planning on hosting Windows 7 parties - not that I think there really are, but there's a stupid Youtube video about how to host one - I present the day I was offered a G4.
Whitewings (Whitey/Marc) offered to get me a G4 if I switched to Mac. I never did.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
The Volunteer
I used to work for a metis group if you define "work" as "volunteer" and "pay" as "random honorarium." I had two bosses, one cool one who was very business like and another one who I thought we were friends because he recommended me for the job, but turned out all we did in the end was butt heads.
He also wasn't that bright. He once grabbed a webpage, hit "view source code" and spent the next hour "editing" it and when he saved it, it didn't change. I got yelled at by him for snickering. So I handled his anger by drawing. These are dated, but I'm not worrying about putting the strips in order.
"LC" forgot his password to his computer and expected me, the only tech savy person there, (if we equate "tech savy" with someone who could write webpages in notepad, use a scanner, troubleshoot a printer, type a minimum of 70wpm {I can't be tested for it} and had a buddy tutoring some of the finer points of the art of the techy) to find it for him. It wasn't on his little post-it he kept by his desk and when routing around in his computer, I found that what he was using to login with wasn't the right combo and it explained why he was having problems printing or connecting with the network. I told him to contact the tech who set up the system but he just yelled at me instead.
Yes, I caught him attempting to do the coffee cup maneuver once. It was an install cd, not the drive.
I was planning on fleshing the personalities out a bit more. One was very kind, one was selfish and seemed to be the accountant, and one just didn't seem to really do any work. They were all paid from what I understood (they got paycheques) and I was the volunteer who got a bus pass and occasionally my lunch paid for.
"Katie" was the only one who actually seemed to do work. She was constantly answering the phone, doing reports and more.
Where was I?
I was doing job resumes for walk in clients, bouncing from a networked computer to another computer to do a newsletter (that was constantly getting stuff added to it - 2 pages turned out to be 20 and I had to whittle it down to about 6 ), running errands, answering the phone and more. I would have enjoyed sitting down and doing dream catchers with them. Their reasoning was that "someone" (me) had to be actually working just in case a client came in and to stand watch in case the big boss came back. I watched the three of them get out the supplies and not even ask me if I wanted to join them. My revenge? I got to tell the big boss (not LC) that the women were goofing off instead of working and from then on, my cross stitch came with me. If they were goofing off, I was going to goof off too.
I had access to my email depending on the computer and there was at least two flame wars on at any given time. What do metis use for flame wars? Flaming arrows of course.
The friend that was tutoring me (and still gives me advice all these years later) followed the ip from an email I sent and traced it back to the office. The network went down for some unknown reason. I checked the logs and laughed.
I got voluntelled for all sorts of jobs, including babysitting.
The job went south. LC and I got into a huge argument, and I only went back long enough to grab my coat and my cup that LC was using as a sugar holder. It was good while it lasted. I refuse to put it in my job experience. Somethings are just better forgotten. An hour and a half round trip each way to get to and from the job burnt me out. LC and I just couldn't get along and it was better if I didn't work there anymore. A few years later I went back and the office was long gone and from what I understand, it is closed now.
He also wasn't that bright. He once grabbed a webpage, hit "view source code" and spent the next hour "editing" it and when he saved it, it didn't change. I got yelled at by him for snickering. So I handled his anger by drawing. These are dated, but I'm not worrying about putting the strips in order.
"LC" forgot his password to his computer and expected me, the only tech savy person there, (if we equate "tech savy" with someone who could write webpages in notepad, use a scanner, troubleshoot a printer, type a minimum of 70wpm {I can't be tested for it} and had a buddy tutoring some of the finer points of the art of the techy) to find it for him. It wasn't on his little post-it he kept by his desk and when routing around in his computer, I found that what he was using to login with wasn't the right combo and it explained why he was having problems printing or connecting with the network. I told him to contact the tech who set up the system but he just yelled at me instead.
Yes, I caught him attempting to do the coffee cup maneuver once. It was an install cd, not the drive.
I was planning on fleshing the personalities out a bit more. One was very kind, one was selfish and seemed to be the accountant, and one just didn't seem to really do any work. They were all paid from what I understood (they got paycheques) and I was the volunteer who got a bus pass and occasionally my lunch paid for.
"Katie" was the only one who actually seemed to do work. She was constantly answering the phone, doing reports and more.
Where was I?
I was doing job resumes for walk in clients, bouncing from a networked computer to another computer to do a newsletter (that was constantly getting stuff added to it - 2 pages turned out to be 20 and I had to whittle it down to about 6 ), running errands, answering the phone and more. I would have enjoyed sitting down and doing dream catchers with them. Their reasoning was that "someone" (me) had to be actually working just in case a client came in and to stand watch in case the big boss came back. I watched the three of them get out the supplies and not even ask me if I wanted to join them. My revenge? I got to tell the big boss (not LC) that the women were goofing off instead of working and from then on, my cross stitch came with me. If they were goofing off, I was going to goof off too.
I had access to my email depending on the computer and there was at least two flame wars on at any given time. What do metis use for flame wars? Flaming arrows of course.
The friend that was tutoring me (and still gives me advice all these years later) followed the ip from an email I sent and traced it back to the office. The network went down for some unknown reason. I checked the logs and laughed.
I got voluntelled for all sorts of jobs, including babysitting.
The job went south. LC and I got into a huge argument, and I only went back long enough to grab my coat and my cup that LC was using as a sugar holder. It was good while it lasted. I refuse to put it in my job experience. Somethings are just better forgotten. An hour and a half round trip each way to get to and from the job burnt me out. LC and I just couldn't get along and it was better if I didn't work there anymore. A few years later I went back and the office was long gone and from what I understand, it is closed now.
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
Mornings...
Yet another strip 0. This was right behind the other one in my sketchbook.
yah, I fell for the Titanic movie mythos just like pretty much every other red blooded North American woman. James Cameron knows how to tug the heart strings.
yah, I fell for the Titanic movie mythos just like pretty much every other red blooded North American woman. James Cameron knows how to tug the heart strings.
Sunday, September 20, 2009
The First Just Breathe ever!
I originally drew this in a sketchbook without any graphics capability to uptoad it or do anything fancy with it. It stayed there, hiding away for months. Then I started the original Just Breathe website - we will not go into the chaos it caused - and I made it strip 0.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
Rita gets a makeover
We weren't fast enough with the install on my machine...
I'm a dual booter now. We also picked up some recycled machines from Free Geek running Ubuntu for the kids today.
Thursday, September 17, 2009
Ubuntu for our kids' school(s)
Our kids are going to a school in a province where the education and charities had their budgets cut by $77 Million. I did a quick demo to the principal, with my eldest's help (grade 2) and he's convinced. The problem is convincing the school board and the IT guys, and you know how those types are. If it isn't from M$ it isn't any good. The school is about to toss a pallet loaded with PCs and iMacs because they are "too old." They could just a easily recycle them into Ubuntu and save $$$$$$ and give those computers several more years before they have to be changed over. I could use all the resources I can get to do a presentation or proposal to the school board. Can you gurus help?
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
First image in a while
I had a... well... block. Finally, an Ubuntu guru suggested when I was on the verge of tears to grab crayons and try that way. So I broke out my Prismacolors and started with yellow...
I'm burnt out playing Wow. I'm trying Champions Online. It isn't going so well...
I'm burnt out playing Wow. I'm trying Champions Online. It isn't going so well...
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