My Random Blog

Well, after MANY hours of trouble shooting, I discovered that I had a bazillion disk errors and corrupted files on my machine. How that happened, I have no idea. As far as I can tell, I wasn’t the victim of any viruses or the like. But there it was in my log file… A big fat mess.

Luckily, I was able to boot up in Safe Mode (as we know) and I ran a CHKDSK command, along with the “fix this shit” box checked. I restarted. Mind you, it took me several hours to even diagnose the issues, let alone figure out how to fix them.

EIGHT AND A HALF HOURS later- I let it run while I slept- my computer is back in action. And I am one happy ass camper.

I would like to thank my future husband, Steve Jobs, for creating the iPhone and therefore keeping me connected to every nerd forum online during this crisis. I’d also like to give a special shout-out to BleepingComputer.com for their invaluable information on the pieces of crap that are PCs. My next computer will be a Mac. I can promise you that. And while I’m doling out my gratitude… Thank you Marvin the Martian for sending my laptop happy, healthy Martian energy. It worked better than The Force.

Now I must shut down for a while and let my poor computer rest a while. It’s been through quite a battle. I’m, honestly, shocked that it works.

Peace and Martian energy.

Just got home from work and am already dreading having to go back tomorrow. However, I was in a super good mood for 90% of my shift and happily observing everything around me. So here are my Shout-Outs to the people who made my night a little more interesting…16 year old girl with an iPhone. There’s just no excuse for that. AND you had a pink case on it, very similar to the one I was so happy about the other day. You walked in poking at it and left it on your tiny table all night for everyone to witness. Good for you, little girl- you’re officially spoiled! Oh wait… I didn’t pay for mine either. High five!

Twenty-something Latina in a black strapless dress with a RED, lacy, strapped bra. The top of your dress covered about half of your bra. Are you kidding me? In what fashion nightmare is that a “do”? Being half Mexican myself- I was doubly ashamed. And shame on your friends for letting you out in public that way. On the bright side: I actually started laughing, out loud, when I saw you.

Young early-twenties guy who asked to be moved to a larger table. That wasn’t the fun part. The fun part was you sticking your legs out into the (VERY narrow) walkway, as if they would not fit under the table you were at. They fit, and we both knew they fit. But what fun would it be, walking with armfuls of hot, heavy plates, if I didn’t have to also get around your giant white (untied) sneakers? You rock.

Jackass who, when my co-worker was in your path and said “Excuse me”, replied with: “Yeah, get out of our way!” I wish you the crotch fleas of a thousand dirty camels. Or syphilis. Whichever gets to you faster.

Creepy old man who kept staring at me every time I walked into the bar area. I made the mistake of making eye contact once and you actually licked your chapped, crusty lips. I threw up in my mouth a little. Thanks for that.

Super nice lady with one half of your leg in a cast. You and your dining companions were very fun to talk to. Thank you for not taking me out with your rolling-walker-thing. I have a knack for getting in the way of disabled people.

So thank you, random people, for not only making my night interesting, but giving me something to blog about before bed.

Peace out and goodnight!