The Hard Way. . .

Gotta love Microsoft.

I tried re-installing Windows XP yesterday and have run into some difficulties, so the trusty ol' laptop is down until further notice. Posting may be at a trickle.

Remember kids, always delete to old partition first, cause if your WIN XP copy in the partition is newer than your recovery CD, then the computer will get stuck in a setup loop asking for a Service Pack 2 file as the install of XP is compared to the partitioned copy. Using a burned copy of SP2 will not work because the upgrade file is an executable file only. So, I'm stuck in loop, stuck in a loop, stuck in a loop. . .

And also for your info, at least on my HP Pavilion ZD8110, there is not way to interfere with install during the reboot to cancel the install and F8 is no help either. It simply leads back to asking for the SP2 'asms' file. SHit! Double SHit! And since during reboot, WIN XP is able to capture the hard drive, holding it hostage virtually, I cannot backdoor a format c: using shift+F10 to kill the partition either. Farked I'm telling you!!

Anyway, my dilemma for today. Have good one!

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It's Official. . .

my garden is dead. And all it took was three and a half weeks of neglect.

*sigh*

Well, I'm ready to get back on the road again. I've washed all the clothes, cooked a heap of food for the dastardly dad and the creepy, gay retiree across the road who I call Fruiticus Cakeus.

Poor Fruiticus is such a pain in the ass (no pun intended) that even his own family, who own about 1000 acres of pastureland over there won't have anything to do with him. He lives alone in an old home on the property and to the best of my knowledge has never been married nor fathered any children. I don't know if he's gay or not, but he makes some statements from time to time about my looks or hair that's enough to give a dead animal the creeps.

I wonder what this week has in store for me? More frustrations? Hopefully nothing but successes. We need it.

I'm staring in the bathroom with dread. Not that I don't want to take a shower, but I know that right after, I'm back in the truck headed south. And I guess my vacation to my old stomping grounds in Costa Rica is on hold until further notice also. Who knows when life will return to normal?

Sometimes I want to just throw up my hands and say "Fuck it and fuck you! I'm leaving!" I've done that a time or two. But I suppose my days of irresponsibility are over and I can no longer walk away when I get fed up.

I was talking to an old friend recently and I suggested to her that we pack our stuff and just take off traveling until the money runs out. Then after the money is gone, wherever we are, we work. . .until we have enough to make it back. Writing about and photographing the whole ordeal.

Well, one can dream. . .

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Talk Dirty To Me. . .

I'll admit it. I'm disappointed.

Rikki Rocket of the 80's hair band Poison has been cleared of charges that he raped a woman at a casino in Philadelphia, Mississippi in September of last year. The police are now searching for some OTHER loser, who likes to pretend he is a rockstar, so he can pick up women. Kinda sounds like the same guy to me.

Rikki, I will not absolve you of your guilt. . .my reasoning being is that A) you still wear makeup, B) you are a man, and C) see A and B.

Oh and one last item. . .what was Rikki doing at the time of the alleged rape?

"I was with my fiance watching her try on wedding dresses."

Ok, everyone: 1, 2, 3. . .

Aaaawwwwwww.

Hit it Mr. Rocket!!

And finally in celebration, a little diddy NOT about Jack and Diane.

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