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May. 30th, 2003 12:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sethrakEh, figured I should update before my LJ develops cobwebs or something.
No comments from the peanut gallery about my choice of mood please. ^_^ I just felt like picking an unusual one tonight.
Those of you who have any actual business reading this, as opposed to the random lurkers who read strangers' LJs for fun, already know about what happened to Plug. It makes me a little sad. It also makes me a little angry. Lord knows Plug has an enemies list bigger than Haruna's, and takes a certain pride in that. But he's never meant anything malicious by the way he talks to people. He just enjoys raising hell. It bothers me deeply that someone could be so petty and nasty, and would go to that much trouble, to plan an attack like this. If the person responsible is reading this, you should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself. ::glare::
Today was a fairly standard day. Slept in. Called Tom. Plotted world domination through Shrine Ninjas. ::crooked grin:: Went to the mall to look at optical stores' displays and see where I should go to get my new glasses. The current pair's in sorry shape; I've had them a lot longer than I should have. Saw some cool stuff in Spencer's to send Tom for a care package.
And decided that my father deserves to be defenestrated, although I probably won't actually do it. :b I logged on AOL a little bit ago, after he went to bed. Checked e-mail. Tried to go to the AFC's MB webpage. I got a strange window that I've never seen before. It claimed that the "Content Advisor" would not allow me to see the follwing page, because it may contain one or more of the following: "This page is unrated."
My reaction boiled down to "What.... the.... hell?????"
The bottom of this evil window invited me to enter a password if I wished to view this page, or to simply click Ok or Cancel. I tried clicking ok, to see if I could circumvent it and just go to the damned website. Didn't work. Didn't really expect it to.
I stalked to the bathroom and knocked on the door to demand of my father just what he'd done to the computer settings. I've got exactly the same AOL security rating as both my parents, and I double checked before getting Dad to see if I still had it. My fight earlier in the week with Mom shouldn't have inspired her to be petty enough to downgrade me, but you never know... Well, I still had full access, and therefore whatever this content minder was should not apply to me. Dad said he had no idea what was going on, and it was probably a side effect of something he'd done to "fix" something with Internet Explorer. He said he'd fix it in the morning.
When he came out, he went to the computer and entered a password for me, then went to bed. This got me to the index page for AFC. Fine. Lovely. But trying to click on the Main section of the message board got me the same damned pop-up window demanding a password! -_- Same thing happened with every bookmark I clicked on. ::growl, snarl, grumble-mutter::
Right now I'm using Netscape in order to update and check a few webcomics before bed. I'm still irritable about the whole thing. I cannot understand how a grown man, with ready access to the Internet and a variety of manuals for operating both hardware and software, can be so damned ignorant about what he's doing when it comes to computers. So ignorant that he doesn't know why a fix to one problem in Explorer should make these content warnings pop up. So ignorant that to this day he has no clue about what he did to the old computer all those times to make the hard drive crash so badly a few times that he had to do a full reformat and recovery to get it working again. ::throws her hands up in the air in disgust::
Meh. I'm going to take a few deep cleansing breaths and think about warm summer beaches til I feel better.
Cleaning up my stuff for the move, while still in it's early stages, nevertheless has the power to make me feel a bit odd. I keep stumbling across things long forgotten, like a deflated mylar birthday balloon. Doesn't look like the one from my 16th, or my 18th - I think - so I have no clue why I saved it. Or an address from CA scribbled on a scrap of paper. Took me a good five minutes staring at it to figure out it was JT's mother's address. How the hell _that_ survived the move to and from Tampa, when so much other more vital stuff didn't, I have no clue. Or old plane ticket stubs from the trip to Thailand three years back. I wonder if I still have that disposable camera from that trip somewhere in the junk; I never did take it in for developing.... That would be a nice surprise. I don't have any pictures from that trip, and I'm no longer in touch with the people I went with, so I have no real way to get copies of theirs. Couple piles of pamphlets from my days in the FBC. Not sure if I'll pitch it all or keep a couple as souveneirs, and pitch the excess.
Heh. Maybe I'll find a map to Jimmy Hoffa's hideaway in all my stuff. ^_^
No comments from the peanut gallery about my choice of mood please. ^_^ I just felt like picking an unusual one tonight.
Those of you who have any actual business reading this, as opposed to the random lurkers who read strangers' LJs for fun, already know about what happened to Plug. It makes me a little sad. It also makes me a little angry. Lord knows Plug has an enemies list bigger than Haruna's, and takes a certain pride in that. But he's never meant anything malicious by the way he talks to people. He just enjoys raising hell. It bothers me deeply that someone could be so petty and nasty, and would go to that much trouble, to plan an attack like this. If the person responsible is reading this, you should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself. ::glare::
Today was a fairly standard day. Slept in. Called Tom. Plotted world domination through Shrine Ninjas. ::crooked grin:: Went to the mall to look at optical stores' displays and see where I should go to get my new glasses. The current pair's in sorry shape; I've had them a lot longer than I should have. Saw some cool stuff in Spencer's to send Tom for a care package.
And decided that my father deserves to be defenestrated, although I probably won't actually do it. :b I logged on AOL a little bit ago, after he went to bed. Checked e-mail. Tried to go to the AFC's MB webpage. I got a strange window that I've never seen before. It claimed that the "Content Advisor" would not allow me to see the follwing page, because it may contain one or more of the following: "This page is unrated."
My reaction boiled down to "What.... the.... hell?????"
The bottom of this evil window invited me to enter a password if I wished to view this page, or to simply click Ok or Cancel. I tried clicking ok, to see if I could circumvent it and just go to the damned website. Didn't work. Didn't really expect it to.
I stalked to the bathroom and knocked on the door to demand of my father just what he'd done to the computer settings. I've got exactly the same AOL security rating as both my parents, and I double checked before getting Dad to see if I still had it. My fight earlier in the week with Mom shouldn't have inspired her to be petty enough to downgrade me, but you never know... Well, I still had full access, and therefore whatever this content minder was should not apply to me. Dad said he had no idea what was going on, and it was probably a side effect of something he'd done to "fix" something with Internet Explorer. He said he'd fix it in the morning.
When he came out, he went to the computer and entered a password for me, then went to bed. This got me to the index page for AFC. Fine. Lovely. But trying to click on the Main section of the message board got me the same damned pop-up window demanding a password! -_- Same thing happened with every bookmark I clicked on. ::growl, snarl, grumble-mutter::
Right now I'm using Netscape in order to update and check a few webcomics before bed. I'm still irritable about the whole thing. I cannot understand how a grown man, with ready access to the Internet and a variety of manuals for operating both hardware and software, can be so damned ignorant about what he's doing when it comes to computers. So ignorant that he doesn't know why a fix to one problem in Explorer should make these content warnings pop up. So ignorant that to this day he has no clue about what he did to the old computer all those times to make the hard drive crash so badly a few times that he had to do a full reformat and recovery to get it working again. ::throws her hands up in the air in disgust::
Meh. I'm going to take a few deep cleansing breaths and think about warm summer beaches til I feel better.
Cleaning up my stuff for the move, while still in it's early stages, nevertheless has the power to make me feel a bit odd. I keep stumbling across things long forgotten, like a deflated mylar birthday balloon. Doesn't look like the one from my 16th, or my 18th - I think - so I have no clue why I saved it. Or an address from CA scribbled on a scrap of paper. Took me a good five minutes staring at it to figure out it was JT's mother's address. How the hell _that_ survived the move to and from Tampa, when so much other more vital stuff didn't, I have no clue. Or old plane ticket stubs from the trip to Thailand three years back. I wonder if I still have that disposable camera from that trip somewhere in the junk; I never did take it in for developing.... That would be a nice surprise. I don't have any pictures from that trip, and I'm no longer in touch with the people I went with, so I have no real way to get copies of theirs. Couple piles of pamphlets from my days in the FBC. Not sure if I'll pitch it all or keep a couple as souveneirs, and pitch the excess.
Heh. Maybe I'll find a map to Jimmy Hoffa's hideaway in all my stuff. ^_^
