Static Site Filler

So y’all, I’m not really here, at the site. If you’re checking this out, I’ll have managed to get to the library, and upload a bunch of stuff for you to check out. I will probably have checked the stats, though I’m afraid there won’t be anything to show, as the place has been dead for two weeks. ( Two months? )

I did make it to the library, but only had about 12 minutes to try to accomplish something. All I managed to do was answer a couple of comments. Not having the Internet at one’s command is like reverting back to the stone age. It is amazing just how unconnected we can become.

No new posts on a web site, is like being stuck with reruns, of your least favorite shows. I still don’t know what draws people to this place, but I hope you just like my ” way ” with the keyboard.

It’s still not the same though, the site is just static, and I don’t know who I’ll run into, when I post the next pile of pages. I hope to see who is doing what, and look at a lot of sites, but time will be a precious commodity.

I’m not looking forward to getting into my mailbox either. I was getting over 2000 emails a day, when I was ” wired “, and a couple of weeks worth is gonna kill me. I figure there will be between 15 and 30 thousand of them, and lots will have been things I could have posted, but now they’ll be old news.

Worse news. I got a peak at the site, and it was mostly dead. I wasn’t able to post anything, and time was precious. I was close to right, on the mailbox thing. It worked out to about 24,000 emails, and I could only look at a couple hundred, before I had to make tracks for other places.

Now it’s been over two months without being able to get online. there are over one hundred fifty thousand e-mails in my in boxes. In that number, over 100,000 are possible article and news ideas, and now most of them are old news. Someone here in the blog-world said you need to post things fast, as no one wants to read old news. So, who wants 100,000 old news items?

We arrived home on Easter Sunday, with $6.00 left over, after dog food, and fuel. My daughter sent me $40.00, so I got to get a 5 gallon can of fuel, and some in the rig, to get it back home. I still have a twenty dollar bill, for other important stuff.

I tried to prepare y’all how poor people have to live, by showing you films of Appalachian mountain people. I don’t live there, but I have to live just like that. Fire is my friend, and I use a lot of it. With a minimum budget, I’m allowed to do anything that I am able, while using as few resources as possible.

It’s pretty stupid, but I can’t afford to rent an apartment. By the time you take into account, first and last month, deposit, and filing and security fees, renters insurance, where applicable, utilities ( water, power, sewage, garbage, pet deposit and any other crud that always gets added into the mix.)

Yes, I can eat my dogs, so that’ll save me on the pet deposit. Here in Washington state, you have to apply for a lease or rental. It’s a big scam here, to have your background checked. Usually that costs you, about a hundred dollars, and they make everyone do that, individually, even if you are married and have been for 25 years.

And BTW, you will get in trouble for eating your dogs too. It is illegal to kill your dog when it needs killing. You can pay a veterinarian to kill your dog, but you will get all kinds of grief, doing so yourself. It used to be the mark of a man, to take care of your own business. Now some of those things are illegal for you to do for yourselves, and it is best to hire out such things. Brave new world!

You all have to remember, we are living in a civilized society. As long as you have money, anything goes. That’s civilized! So anyway, I don’t get enough monthly to cover all of the everything’s, to rent an apartment, but I can buy a piece of land for $300 per month!

So, I live in a funky old trailer, on raw land. Like Gilligan’s Island, no power, no nothing…. I get to spend most of my time out here, doing stuff by hand, as that uses fewer monetary resources. Once I am here, I can’t afford to go anywhere else. $730 doesn’t go very far. I also receive $293 a month in food stamps. Usually, we can make that last but, that’s because I’m oldish and aren’t really into food.

Being in Reno screwed up all kinds of stuff. The Post Office managed to get our names wrong, and when the P.O. box came due, I couldn’t pay for it, as the new system is foolproof, and obviously I am the fool. So now I don’t have an address either.

Also, bless our new systems, they could have held the P.O. box for an added price, on top of the $47.50 per year. Good old fashioned American Greed, my best friend!

I didn’t get to check on my truck yet either. I hope I can do that tomorrow. It’s only three and a half miles from home. I am hoping I can trade some labors for some of the price, to make it mine quicker than nearly a year, at $50.00 per month. It still needs some work too, before it can be driven away.

I did write a bunch of stuff, thinking you might be interested in what I had to write, but now so much time has elapsed since I last was with y’all, I’ve decided you may not be as interested as I had thought. It’s been just long enough, I’ve lost my confidence as to what you may want to read. Don’t want to be overly boring. (Too late! )

Anyway, I’m sorry I’ve left you all wondering whatever became of me. I am in town for another day or so, and will try to get this show back in the groove. Thanks for all of your comments and the great warm welcome back from those of you that noticed I was briefly in your sphere.

I had wanted to add some photos of where I have been hiding out. I do have some shots on a phone, but the usb ports are broken on the old laptop, and I have no other way to add them as of yet. The techno-moron in me, still can’t figure out an easy way to do some things. The phone isn’t a smart one, so, I can’t just upload things to the blogosphere via that route.

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Ghost dad LOL

Here is another great post I came across. World meet Very Bangled, using the dark side of the force….

Very Bangled

Alanna from White Girls Be Like posted a challenge, a competition! She’s hosting a Funny Blog Friday which sounds pretty alright. Since I’m competitive, and I like to think I’m funny despite my total inability to remember punchlines, I raised my hand.

But then I started re-reading my blogs. Turns out grief, bracelets, and infertility don’t make for a rollicking good time. So here’s a collection of my worst, darkest, least funny, most painful, absolutely terrible thoughts recently. Let me welcome you to rock bottom.

-If my dad were still alive we’d probably go to the baseball game tonight.
-My dad was the only person to ask me how my day went.
-It’s getting darker earlier and soon I’ll be walking home from work in the dark. Because my dad used to be my ride home and now he is dead. And nobody asks me how my day went anymore.

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Why Am I Here?

part 1.
On October 12th of 2014, my eldest son, his wife and their two children were in a horrific car accident. My wife and I got word of that at 6:00 am. It was a Sunday morning. 3 days prior we had gone over the mountains to be in town, to visit with them.

We had a pleasant visit with all of the children. 4 of our kids live 60 miles north of Seattle Washington. (All of the kids are grown, and living their own lives). The youngest is 25 and the eldest is 38. The eldest has a family and lives in the Reno Nevada area.

6 am, bad news. The family is in a hospital in Redding California. We called around to see who could do whatever was needed, and Mrs. Squatch and I got the golden ticket. We live in the hills, basically retired. Since we didn’t have to worry about employer attitudes regarding absences, we packed what we thought we would need and headed for Redding. (More interesting tales, what to do about the place, the dogs, cat, garden, firewood, and more).

Where do I start? The obstacles? I live in a remote area. The big town, the county seat only has a population of 42,763, and it is 50 miles from my place. That’s where the Wal-Mart and McDonald’s is. The airport is one of those that can’t land anything very big,and the next closest bigger airport is 160 miles away. The North Cascade Highway was already closed that late in Oct., and the Seattle terminal was 250 miles away.

The Wenatchee airport does have a connecting flight to Seattle, where I could buy passage to Sacramento Ca. Options? I could drive to Wenatchee and catch a flight to seattle, but not on sunday. Option 2, we can Drive to Seattle and catch a flight to Sac., and rent a car, and drive 240 miles north to Redding.

We went with option 3 that I never mentioned. We decided that we could get there faster if we just drove. ( Here is where I tell you how we actually got outta the mountains, and all of the adventure a 60-year-old guy recognizes).

We arrived in Redding Monday morning, the accident had happened around 2 or 3 am, sunday. My son’s wife, and the youngest of the kids were hurt, but not needing admission to the hospital were discharged. The other two, my son and his daughter were severely injured. Broken and more, and in the I.C.U. ward.

We spent a week in Redding, and there will be tales in the telling on that. Sunday came, and our son was patched up enough to be sent home to heal. Our grand-daughter wouldn’t be released yet, and we wouldn’t be able to stay with her as ” politics”, seem to get in the way of that. ( Here’s where another adventure happens) I can’t stop it here, so I’ll answer the Question….there are too many ways of responding to why am I here.

WE, my wife and I are here in the Reno area helping family. That is one reason. I can’t even number the true answer to that. I guess you will find out more later….in the continuing saga of my journey.

350,000 Ideas And Counting

That is the approximate number of blog posts I think I might have access to. That is if I use the 35 article ideas I thought up, and write the spin-off posts that fall under sub-topics, and continue with the next generation of posts.

That next Generation would be varying perspectives, and takes of those posts. The differing perspectives might be, attitudes, politics, religious ramifications, psychological approaches, social pressures, family, friends, peer groups, national origins, and my own perspectives, like time travel.

That last is how I felt when, and how I feel now. My friend abyssbrain at https://mathemagicalsite.wordpress.com/
could probably work out just how many posts I could write, with 35 Ideas, and 10 takes on them, and 10 differing perspectives, and the ramifications, some of which I mentioned.

Anyway, it gets big fairly fast, and most of those posts won’t need me to hunt for material, except maybe pictures, music, history, and a handful of other fine points.

So with that being said ( or written ) I have a lot to tell you. Now I just hope I can keep you here to read ALL of them. I’m sure Abyssbrain could give me odds on that happening too.

So prepare yourselves for the next great journey through blogdom, and bring food and other supplies, as this might be a long ride ( or read ).

Sorry about the name-dropping, but I think that was one of the post ideas I had. That means if I don’t get sued for this post, I might mention you as well.

Thanks for putting up with my drivel, and y’all have a nice day.

Blue Screen Of Death

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I once had a problem ( sounds like an old Beatles song ) and had to fix my old pc, the hard way. It took me two weeks of looking up information and calling various computer geeks and manufacturers. None of these folks would help me unless I was willing to shell out a pile of bucks.

 

 

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To find out what’s causing the blue screen / programming conflict, you’ll have to : Turn off the computer.
Press the start button and immediately press the F8 key ( several times ) until you get one of the ADVANCED BOOT MENU screens.
Follow all prompts to get to Safe-Mode.

In Safe-Mode open all of the programs you normally use, including all of the programs in your start-up folder. ( Some programs will not open in Safe-Mode ) If the problem that caused the blue screen hasn’t showed up, you can figure the default settings for the operating system are all fine.

Safe-Mode doesn’t run all of the programs on your system, ( only enough to run Windows ) so if the problem isn’t found in Safe-Mode, you’ll have to go through all of the programs on your system.

In Safe-Mode you can check out what is in your computer in the way of programs and the processes involved with them.

Safe-Mode does not let you connect to the Internet, so I had no idea the problem I was having was with a conflict between the wireless devices. I kept trying to start my computer in different modes and removing unwanted programs and apps.

Had I really recognized what was happening when I tried to start the system, I could have saved myself tons of messing around. The trick is to turn on the system and watch the computer come to life. As each start-up program comes to life, an icon in the tray displays that it is ready and then the next one comes up. ( There may be as many as 50 or 60 processes trying to start ) I saw the Netgear program try to start, and then the blue screen, but it was one of the last programs to load up. I should have watched the start-up closely from the beginning and paid attention to what was trying to load up.

Once the conflict has been eliminated your system should act just fine again. If you’ve removed programs and decided they weren’t the problem after all, try to re-install them, but make a log on what changes you are making. That will help if the blue screen comes back! Keeping a log of the changes you make to your system and the reasons for it, can make a real difference as to how your system operates. Just as you’re always told to back up your work, meaning make back ups, you should create a log of all changes to your computer, and refer to it when something doesn’t work the way is should.

Rusty Garner-Smith

05/09/2012