Yeah, I installed Helena KDE RC1 on Tuesday.
It was a little to slow at times... switching desktops, scrolling through windows, etc. Enough so that....
Yesterday (Wednesday) I installed Helena FluxBox RC1
I think I ought to mention that I installed Helena Main edition RC1 when it came out, even though I was never a big fan of Gnome. I installed Helena stable when it was released and it gave me no trouble, but I just _like_ KDE better - unless I am going for a really light weight DM like FluxBox/Xfce whatever.
So I am using Helena FluxBox RC1
The new OS is cool. FluxBox makes for a fast interface, but KDE just has more toys. I am not sure about my priorities. Maybe I'll get a long stem dimm for Valentines from a secret admirer.
That being said, I have the crucial things installed, and some frivolous stuff too and more is on the way. I have the basic look set up, but for the feel... I still need to get around to the keyboard short-cuts.
Take Care!
ps... I have a file server running an old version of Zenwalk which is really cool and a "common" machine we use here at the house that is running 64bit Helena. It is cool, but my laptop does not have that kinda oomph. I cannot just upgrade/change the OS on those at whim, obviously.
pss... Helena is the "name" of Linux Mint 8. I started using Linux Mint with Bianca and have had a crush on it ever sense. I admire Zenwalk fro its down-to-Earthiness, but... I likez my Mint!!!
Thursday, January 28, 2010
Tuesday, January 26, 2010
Linux Mint KDE 8 RC1
Yep, you heard right. I just installed Linux Mint KDE 8 RC1.
The cool thing is that my /home is on a different volume so it is not a big deal to format the rest and do a clean install of whatever, and just keep pointing to my /home
All my bookmarks are still here, all my little scripts... they are all still here.
So far, so good. I am liking it.
Later
LQ
The cool thing is that my /home is on a different volume so it is not a big deal to format the rest and do a clean install of whatever, and just keep pointing to my /home
All my bookmarks are still here, all my little scripts... they are all still here.
So far, so good. I am liking it.
Later
LQ
Monday, January 25, 2010
Re-reading for the first time
I had apparently started "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo", but cannot remember reading it. I mean, like I blanked out, but kept reading. So, now I have to start all over again. :le-sigh:
I asked dad about the black-out. He said I was just quietly reading and didn't think anything strange was going on. I mean, sometimes I apparently act a little different and he can tell that I am not myself and that I will not remember stuff.
I thing that I am going to start to blog my blackouts when I can or whatever. I have the feeling that sometimes they go by with out really anything to go on, but other times I can really tell that something weird went on without me.
Take Care,
LQ
ps. if I was a more organized person I would have a separate blog for different kinds of things I was to blog about, but alas... not-so-much.
I asked dad about the black-out. He said I was just quietly reading and didn't think anything strange was going on. I mean, sometimes I apparently act a little different and he can tell that I am not myself and that I will not remember stuff.
I thing that I am going to start to blog my blackouts when I can or whatever. I have the feeling that sometimes they go by with out really anything to go on, but other times I can really tell that something weird went on without me.
Take Care,
LQ
ps. if I was a more organized person I would have a separate blog for different kinds of things I was to blog about, but alas... not-so-much.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
A-hem...
It has been brought to my attention that I have not posted anything here in a while. =^ᴗ^=
So....
Well, it was kinda a rough season. Things are looking better.
It does not matter if the person standing on the edge of the pit you are in is holding a rope or a shovel, there is nothing to do but look up to them.
That may seem random, but it is not.
So....
Well, it was kinda a rough season. Things are looking better.
It does not matter if the person standing on the edge of the pit you are in is holding a rope or a shovel, there is nothing to do but look up to them.
That may seem random, but it is not.
Thursday, November 26, 2009
Thanksgiving
So, yeah... I have not updated in a little while.
Happy Thanksgiving!
Breakfast: haggis and eggs
Lunch: Beer bread, onion bread, broccoli-rice casserole, spinach salad, cornbread dressing and grilled salmon, trout, crab.
Dinner: Seafood dip (mostly crab) with celery/crackers, cucumber sandwiches, bread pudding.
Tomorrow: Leftovers. =^ᴗ^=
Happy Thanksgiving!
Breakfast: haggis and eggs
Lunch: Beer bread, onion bread, broccoli-rice casserole, spinach salad, cornbread dressing and grilled salmon, trout, crab.
Dinner: Seafood dip (mostly crab) with celery/crackers, cucumber sandwiches, bread pudding.
Tomorrow: Leftovers. =^ᴗ^=
Monday, November 16, 2009
Cleaning A Room My Way
So, Claire was supposed to clean her room, and I wanted to hang out with her, so I was like, "Hey, I'll help." "Sure," she said.
When the first thing I did was strip her bedding, and disassembled her bed while she put her bedding in the wash, she got the idea that I take cleaning seriously. After we cleaned the area under her bed where her bed goes and cleaned all the bed parts, she decided that we may as well rearrange things.
You know, it only takes a moment to takes the draws out of a dresser to give it a good cleaning. We did the baseboards while everything was displaced. We did the corners of the walls. I got up on Claire's shoulders to reach up to the ceiling. We took everything our of the closet and cleaned it from top to bottom too. Her parents flipped out.
But, you know, you dig things up, when you clean this way. She had a shoebox with old notes from friends at school. I made the mistake of reading one.
You know how it is when you only hear one side of a conversation... like, only hearing the response to a comment, not the comment itself? But the reply is such that there is a lot that could be inferred about the nature of the initial comment. Well, in brief, as luck would have it, I picked up one of the worst notes I possibly could have picked up. This was kind soon after school started last year. It was from a guy she knows... apparently continuing some kind of debate about yours truly.
"No, /I/ don't think she's hot because she puts out. I think her "friends" do. Who knows what all's been up in that? I think she /could/ be hot if she didn't look like a 4th grader... and hadn't 'been there,' you know."
It hurt. I know they didn't know me (obviously, they didn't know me, because anyone who does, knows I don't/didn't/haven't), but it still hurt... a lot. I knew there were all sorts of nasty rumours running around about me, but... Now, these people are (kinda) my friends. They _do_ know me know and don't think that way about me ... any more. But it hurt. It was -- sobering(?) -- though, to see the pain that Claire felt for me seeing that. Mercy that was awkward. There was a lot of crying involved all round. I tried to lighten the mood by joking, "So, he thinks I'll be hot when I grow up."
She said that he got over the 4th grader-looking-like issue. I said I didn't wanna know more.
She hugged me. I hugged her back. That surprised us both. I don't complain any more when she hugs me, but... well... I have 'touching' issues, you know. Nothing like a little shared pain to bring people closer, eh?
We got back to work, but didn't really talk for a while. We both needed a little time, but it was nice to know she was there.
All things considered, it could have gone much, much worse.
Take Care -
LQ
When the first thing I did was strip her bedding, and disassembled her bed while she put her bedding in the wash, she got the idea that I take cleaning seriously. After we cleaned the area under her bed where her bed goes and cleaned all the bed parts, she decided that we may as well rearrange things.
You know, it only takes a moment to takes the draws out of a dresser to give it a good cleaning. We did the baseboards while everything was displaced. We did the corners of the walls. I got up on Claire's shoulders to reach up to the ceiling. We took everything our of the closet and cleaned it from top to bottom too. Her parents flipped out.
But, you know, you dig things up, when you clean this way. She had a shoebox with old notes from friends at school. I made the mistake of reading one.
You know how it is when you only hear one side of a conversation... like, only hearing the response to a comment, not the comment itself? But the reply is such that there is a lot that could be inferred about the nature of the initial comment. Well, in brief, as luck would have it, I picked up one of the worst notes I possibly could have picked up. This was kind soon after school started last year. It was from a guy she knows... apparently continuing some kind of debate about yours truly.
"No, /I/ don't think she's hot because she puts out. I think her "friends" do. Who knows what all's been up in that? I think she /could/ be hot if she didn't look like a 4th grader... and hadn't 'been there,' you know."
It hurt. I know they didn't know me (obviously, they didn't know me, because anyone who does, knows I don't/didn't/haven't), but it still hurt... a lot. I knew there were all sorts of nasty rumours running around about me, but... Now, these people are (kinda) my friends. They _do_ know me know and don't think that way about me ... any more. But it hurt. It was -- sobering(?) -- though, to see the pain that Claire felt for me seeing that. Mercy that was awkward. There was a lot of crying involved all round. I tried to lighten the mood by joking, "So, he thinks I'll be hot when I grow up."
She said that he got over the 4th grader-looking-like issue. I said I didn't wanna know more.
She hugged me. I hugged her back. That surprised us both. I don't complain any more when she hugs me, but... well... I have 'touching' issues, you know. Nothing like a little shared pain to bring people closer, eh?
We got back to work, but didn't really talk for a while. We both needed a little time, but it was nice to know she was there.
All things considered, it could have gone much, much worse.
Take Care -
LQ
Sunday, November 15, 2009
The Trust Game
My friend Claire introduced me to... the trust game... as she calls it.
She said she had this idea while we were in her room reading. The idea is this:
We are sitting on the floor, facing each other. She told me to close my eyes. Then, she puts her hands on the sides of my face.
Major personal space alarms going off.
Then she brushes her thumbs over my eye lids. Then she presses her thumbs a little more firmly onto my eyes.
Then she sat back and said that it was my turn and closed her eyes.
This was really weird. I asked what I was supposed to do. She said "whatever." So, I started to do the same thing with the eyes that she did to me. I, apparently, do not trust myself as much as I trust Claire.
It is ten 'til 5 in the morning. We were up 'til 2. I spent the night with Claire. I have been up for over an hour, mostly just watching her sleep, wondering which of us misunderstands me the most.
She said she had this idea while we were in her room reading. The idea is this:
We are sitting on the floor, facing each other. She told me to close my eyes. Then, she puts her hands on the sides of my face.
Major personal space alarms going off.
Then she brushes her thumbs over my eye lids. Then she presses her thumbs a little more firmly onto my eyes.
Then she sat back and said that it was my turn and closed her eyes.
This was really weird. I asked what I was supposed to do. She said "whatever." So, I started to do the same thing with the eyes that she did to me. I, apparently, do not trust myself as much as I trust Claire.
It is ten 'til 5 in the morning. We were up 'til 2. I spent the night with Claire. I have been up for over an hour, mostly just watching her sleep, wondering which of us misunderstands me the most.
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