Perhaps you ask how can I write of the end of the world in Fort Worth when the regulars know I have been in Fort Worth for a couple of action-packed years. It turned out the weather report turned out somewhere between Obama weather (i.e. doesn't mean much) and Bush weather (i.e. doesn't mean anything).
However, three weeks of crazy disappeared into the East yesterday and is very unlikely to come back this way. I told the Cavalry before they arrived this wouldn't take long because it couldn't ... and it didn't. I hate like hell that I had to call the Cavalry but a decision was needed that would not have been appropriate for me to make. This was some tough duty for all participants and the less anyone knows about it the better. There is no shame nor the reason for it but some questions don't have a good answer. The wind didn't blow much into town but it definitely blew some stuff out of it.
Meanwhile, testing on the iMac has been outrageously successful. All evidence thus far points to Yosemite 10.10.3 choking on one of the hardware components (i.e. external disk drives, etc) rather than choking on the system itself. This can be debugged. It's very slow and Cat will not be diggin' it too much but the only way to be sure is in not going too fast.
Right now the computer has no external disk drives so its memory is like the voting public (i.e. doesn't remember what happened yesterday) but, unlike the voting public, this can be fixed. This is the go very, very slow part as most likely it's one of those disks but you can't assume or this infinitely boring game will go on forever.
Testing continues and it's glorious to be back on the new used iMac which boots in less than thirty seconds as the tired old laptop needs minutes.
My ol' Mother would have liked this as she fookin' hated cats. It was tough to piss her off but bring a cat around and that would be guaranteed to be effective. No-one did as she was way tougher than my ol' Dad.
Part of the joy of recent times has been five indoor cats. Some may say there is no joy in indoor cats, particularly five of them, and they would be precisely correct.
When the crazy blew out, some but not all of the crazy cats blew out with it. For a while it seemed they were gone so I was basking in blissful silence after things got in-motion ... but ... then there was a sound. THAT was a fookin' cat. Then it became time for Big Game Safari as this cat was NOT going to stay. It was duly located and offered the same deal as the others: find yerself a nice place to crash outside and I'll be back to feed you in the morning. Have a nice life.
Either the Rockhouse Defense Force will eat her or she will join the team but, either way, she serves the cause. Go forth and catch rats, li'l cat, as the hand-out meal in the morning is free but if there's anything else you want to eat then you have to catch it yourself. That's my deal and up to half a dozen of them seem to like it. So long as they stay far away from the guitars then I will like it.
In the Rockhouse world we call this compromise. If Washington ever hears that word, they will probably bomb the place. Don't tell them it's being practiced here as maybe by now it is illegal.
Apart from some drunk-ass Mexicans, peace has returned to the world ... at least this block.
(Ed: you racist hypocrite!)
Um, Cap'n Carbuncle ... they're Mexican, they're drunk, and it's three in the morning. Drunk ass Mexican is a fair assessment.
There are lots of Mexicans around here but one house has a bunch of fuckheads in it. Fortunately, that house is right across the street ... and they're drunk ... and they're loud ... and it's three in the morning. This is not a rare event and I strongly suspect this situation will be resolved when their house burns down ... either because they start the fire themselves or the neighborhood decides it has had enough.
(Ed: you do see the comedy in noise revenge being a long overdue payback for your own audio excesses?)
Every boom boom millisecond of it I'm aware of the irony ... but I still want to burn down their fookin' house.
However, three weeks of crazy disappeared into the East yesterday and is very unlikely to come back this way. I told the Cavalry before they arrived this wouldn't take long because it couldn't ... and it didn't. I hate like hell that I had to call the Cavalry but a decision was needed that would not have been appropriate for me to make. This was some tough duty for all participants and the less anyone knows about it the better. There is no shame nor the reason for it but some questions don't have a good answer. The wind didn't blow much into town but it definitely blew some stuff out of it.
Meanwhile, testing on the iMac has been outrageously successful. All evidence thus far points to Yosemite 10.10.3 choking on one of the hardware components (i.e. external disk drives, etc) rather than choking on the system itself. This can be debugged. It's very slow and Cat will not be diggin' it too much but the only way to be sure is in not going too fast.
Right now the computer has no external disk drives so its memory is like the voting public (i.e. doesn't remember what happened yesterday) but, unlike the voting public, this can be fixed. This is the go very, very slow part as most likely it's one of those disks but you can't assume or this infinitely boring game will go on forever.
Testing continues and it's glorious to be back on the new used iMac which boots in less than thirty seconds as the tired old laptop needs minutes.
My ol' Mother would have liked this as she fookin' hated cats. It was tough to piss her off but bring a cat around and that would be guaranteed to be effective. No-one did as she was way tougher than my ol' Dad.
Part of the joy of recent times has been five indoor cats. Some may say there is no joy in indoor cats, particularly five of them, and they would be precisely correct.
When the crazy blew out, some but not all of the crazy cats blew out with it. For a while it seemed they were gone so I was basking in blissful silence after things got in-motion ... but ... then there was a sound. THAT was a fookin' cat. Then it became time for Big Game Safari as this cat was NOT going to stay. It was duly located and offered the same deal as the others: find yerself a nice place to crash outside and I'll be back to feed you in the morning. Have a nice life.
Either the Rockhouse Defense Force will eat her or she will join the team but, either way, she serves the cause. Go forth and catch rats, li'l cat, as the hand-out meal in the morning is free but if there's anything else you want to eat then you have to catch it yourself. That's my deal and up to half a dozen of them seem to like it. So long as they stay far away from the guitars then I will like it.
In the Rockhouse world we call this compromise. If Washington ever hears that word, they will probably bomb the place. Don't tell them it's being practiced here as maybe by now it is illegal.
Apart from some drunk-ass Mexicans, peace has returned to the world ... at least this block.
(Ed: you racist hypocrite!)
Um, Cap'n Carbuncle ... they're Mexican, they're drunk, and it's three in the morning. Drunk ass Mexican is a fair assessment.
There are lots of Mexicans around here but one house has a bunch of fuckheads in it. Fortunately, that house is right across the street ... and they're drunk ... and they're loud ... and it's three in the morning. This is not a rare event and I strongly suspect this situation will be resolved when their house burns down ... either because they start the fire themselves or the neighborhood decides it has had enough.
(Ed: you do see the comedy in noise revenge being a long overdue payback for your own audio excesses?)
Every boom boom millisecond of it I'm aware of the irony ... but I still want to burn down their fookin' house.
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