DriveCleaner & other stories
Yesterday, Trish decided to walk to work, as she had a cramp in her leg & didn't want to put the petal to the metal by accident. Before she left I called Fred, about possibly picking the apples in the back yard. This year, they're going to the Soup Kitchen, except for enough to make one pie, & not an apple howdy. While on the line with Fred, I wondered if it's time to take in the air-conditioners, but told him that I'd have to check out the 10-day forecast, to see if the heat would be coming back. It's been getting down in the high 30s at night, & the house feels cool the rest of the day, plus we do have the big ceiling fans.
So once Trish called home from work, I checked out the 10-day -- upper 80s to lower 90s -- & did some other online stuff. I was really trying to find a time when Angel, one of my ICQ chat buddies, would be back online, but I hate planning a schedule around virtual friends, people I've never met. When I got off the computer, I had a choice between Feed My Sheep or El Taco Loco, & opted for a taco salad instead of stale pizza.
Then, when I came home, I was opting for some Angel time, but while waiting amused myself by running "breasts lesbian" thru the image finder at Yahoo search, but soon had a reason to become Leery: the page suddenly was replaced by a note saying that viewing adult materials can leave permanent files on your computer that can't be erased, & we recommend running DriveCleaner to deal with them. An instant later a Norton banner popped up: DriveCleaner is a virus. I ran a complete scan on Norton & got the thing excluded. Even though Norton took it out in the first couple of minutes, I let the scan run anyway, then ran into a problem with Disk Cleanup. It stopped responding. Next time I'll hit "end task" rather than "cancel". I rebooted, ran it again, & got an error message, so after Trish was home I tried again & no problem.
Trish took her bath, only to run out of hot water. We're going to have to have Fred look at it when he's over to pick apples. I cooked the chicken while we watched Blondie upstairs, rather than down in the basement, that's how cool it was, that we didn't need to worry about the oven heating the house. After supper Trish wanted to go to Albertson's to pick up some cleaning supplies & a Star magazine. I listened to music with her while she read it, & thankfully she decided not to subscribe.
While she read it, I called Keith & at some point, mentioned Doc Larocque vs. Suzanne Locoweed. He went into a long rant about how she'd prescribed all this stuff that didn't work for him, & I countered that she'd made all the changes in Trish's meds that really helped her, while Suzanne summarily dismissed all our requests to get Trish off haldol -- or Depakote & Zoloft, for that matter, & fuck Scientology.
We finally went to bed, & I woke up around 2:20, after not-falling asleep until 11:00.
I've made a very big decision. I'm going to try to portray my life: I want to start another draft of Mindstorm, albeit with a different title. I've decided to go thru the Preditors&Editors page alphabetically & send the same pitch I sent Albert Zuckerman to all the "recommended" agents. This means that I'll have to have the book ready in case of a request to look at the thing, so I'm going to spend my writing time, not wasting time with Angel or lesbian porn, but with the adventures of the rollicking Rootboy.
So once Trish called home from work, I checked out the 10-day -- upper 80s to lower 90s -- & did some other online stuff. I was really trying to find a time when Angel, one of my ICQ chat buddies, would be back online, but I hate planning a schedule around virtual friends, people I've never met. When I got off the computer, I had a choice between Feed My Sheep or El Taco Loco, & opted for a taco salad instead of stale pizza.
Then, when I came home, I was opting for some Angel time, but while waiting amused myself by running "breasts lesbian" thru the image finder at Yahoo search, but soon had a reason to become Leery: the page suddenly was replaced by a note saying that viewing adult materials can leave permanent files on your computer that can't be erased, & we recommend running DriveCleaner to deal with them. An instant later a Norton banner popped up: DriveCleaner is a virus. I ran a complete scan on Norton & got the thing excluded. Even though Norton took it out in the first couple of minutes, I let the scan run anyway, then ran into a problem with Disk Cleanup. It stopped responding. Next time I'll hit "end task" rather than "cancel". I rebooted, ran it again, & got an error message, so after Trish was home I tried again & no problem.
Trish took her bath, only to run out of hot water. We're going to have to have Fred look at it when he's over to pick apples. I cooked the chicken while we watched Blondie upstairs, rather than down in the basement, that's how cool it was, that we didn't need to worry about the oven heating the house. After supper Trish wanted to go to Albertson's to pick up some cleaning supplies & a Star magazine. I listened to music with her while she read it, & thankfully she decided not to subscribe.
While she read it, I called Keith & at some point, mentioned Doc Larocque vs. Suzanne Locoweed. He went into a long rant about how she'd prescribed all this stuff that didn't work for him, & I countered that she'd made all the changes in Trish's meds that really helped her, while Suzanne summarily dismissed all our requests to get Trish off haldol -- or Depakote & Zoloft, for that matter, & fuck Scientology.
We finally went to bed, & I woke up around 2:20, after not-falling asleep until 11:00.
I've made a very big decision. I'm going to try to portray my life: I want to start another draft of Mindstorm, albeit with a different title. I've decided to go thru the Preditors&Editors page alphabetically & send the same pitch I sent Albert Zuckerman to all the "recommended" agents. This means that I'll have to have the book ready in case of a request to look at the thing, so I'm going to spend my writing time, not wasting time with Angel or lesbian porn, but with the adventures of the rollicking Rootboy.
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