Why I think Ubuntu is better than Windows

I just want to go over a few things today, so this isn't going to be long. Today as I was trying to wrap up my migration from FB to Google+ I encountered a terrible message from my Ubuntu system. Without any lag at all my system informed me that I had mere megabytes left on my hard drive.

I do not have a small hard drive at all, but when I first made the move to a Linux system I decided to do a dual-boot with Wubi as I wasn't sure if I was going to enjoy the OS or not. I allocated 17GB to the Ubuntu Partition I think and never thought that I was going to fill that up. When I turn my laptop on now I cannot just hit the button and walk away for a drink, I have to be there to keep my Toshiba from booting into Windows Vista and if I miss it I just go to Windows and then restart.

The Right Rights | Scott's Stuff

“God Hates Fags!” and “Thank God for dead soldiers” are both horrible things to say in today’s world. These words should never be spoken, much less written on posters and paraded about a fallen service member’s funeral. How can a grieving family, like Matthew Shepard’s, deal with these insane protestors while at the same time weeping over the horrific murder of their son? The police should come and arrest them all, every last one.

The Topeka, Kansas based Westboro Baptist Church (WBC), was founded in 1955 by current pastor Fred Phelps and his family, and is sadly protected from most prosecution by the Bill of Rights that these same dead soldiers died to protect. Best known for picketing funerals, the group will also picket synagogues, high school graduations, school plays, and even other churches! The widely held Christian belief that god, intentionally left lowercase, loves everyone is also overturned and denied by their beliefs and actions.

How to Transfer Facebook Contacts to Google+

I have had a Google+ profile page for awhile now and have thoroughly enjoyed it. The only reason I have not used it exclusively is because the Facebook page that I have had since I first got a college email address in 2005 has all of my friends on it.

I like to get in on technology early on if I can, but most of my Facebook friends don't agree with me. I didn't bother hunting down each FB friend on G+ because I had every intention on moving all of my Google stuff to Google Apps. Once I did get Apps set up I wanted to add all of my FB friends to make it worthwhile, should be simple right?

Not.

MIA

Hey folks, i have been MIA since this move up to Ohio. I am here, I am alive and I am busy. I am also in the process of moving the site so i can do a few more things with it.

To keep you happy I have put up a page of links for to to look at until i get squared away. Enjoy.

How do I get so lucky?

Well, no book chapter today. They are not exactly chapters, and if I can ever get more than two people to read it and actually publish it one day the whole division will be redone.

Why no new material for my loyal readers? Packing. I hate packing. When we moved from Hawai'i to Virginia the Wife got out of packing up an entire house The one good thing about that was I could have all the cocaine, hookers, and strip clubs I wanted when she left. Oh, and I got to pack up sexy time clothes that she left. I somehow get by with like 8 pairs of underwear (are they technically 'pairs'?) While she could go three damn months of no laundry and still have lacy stuff to wear. Blows my mind.

Now that we are moving again, she was again got out of packing. She and Eva have been in Ohio for almost two months now while I slave away down here, eating frozen foods and sleeping alone. No cocaine, hookers, or strip clubs in Giles. So as I sweat my ass off in this house, meticulously filling then labeling then taping then stacking, only to load them in the uhaul tomorrow and then do it again at Mom's, I hope someone out there will read this and take pity on me and drink several Flying Dog beers for me.

Marriage is equal my ass

Chapter Three

July 23, 2009

The smell brought me back. Powerful, but not like a weightlifter, more like a dictator. Sweet, but not like sugar, more like when you have a really good day that you wish would go on forever. This was a good sign and then I heard it. Nothingness.
“What happened to the angels, I don’t hear the beating anymore”, said Lani.
“Cupid happened”, I told her, “We should be leaving though, like now!”
“Wait I have to grab the rest of the ti leaves.”
I knew it was too late when I heard the slight whistling, a whistling that you don’t want to hear. The first ball of burning rock came through the roof of the building, melting the ragged edges smooth like cauterizing a wound. I heard the screaming of a cherub as one of the other fireballs found its first target. The smell of burnt sugar permeated the air and it was sickening.

Call me Mack

Growing up I had one solid male role model in my life and that was my Pawpaw, William Mack Walker. Pawpaw was just always there no matter what. The things I remember most about him are some of the meanest things he did to me.

I was staying at his house with him one summer when we had the squirrel incident. Grandma Walker, who was my great grandmother who I called grandma, had this huge chestnut tree in her yard and I loved to climb it. I was the best climber of all the kids and could even pick on my older cousin and run away straight up that old tree. Well, like I said it was a chestnut tree and can you guess what is attracted to chestnut trees? Nuts. No. I mean squirrels. I wanted to catch one of these things so badly and I just knew that Pawpaw would know how, he knew everything. I went inside and asked him and he just smiled and explained it all to me. I should have known when he smirked that this was a bad idea.