Install Windows From A USB Stick. Handy.

I love finding little gems like this.

“WinToFlash starts a wizard that will help pull over the contents of a Windows installation CD or DVD and prep the USB drive to become a bootable replacement for the optical drive. It can also do this with your LiveCD.”… More here.

I am totally going to try this out.

Expression Web 3. Hrrmmm.

So I am trying this out instead of Dreamweaver. Im not sure. Outta the box it’s pretty good, but A: VERY few add-ons available and B: some code work needed for somet things DW does WYSIWYG.

One HUGE advantage over DW – NOT ONE SINGLE UNASKED-FOR EXTRA APPLICATION INSTALLED DURING SETUP!!! Unlike Adobe who seem to think it’s ok to bundle software applications with your installation and not give you a way to A: install without them or B: remove them afterward! Don’t get me started on THAT rant again!!!

Tick Tock Tick Tock. Where Does It Go?

I drove to work this morning, and as usual at one point along the journey as I generally do (as we all generally do i guess) I thought “thank god it’s Friday, another week over.”
And then I thought how August was almost over, and how we were into the final quarter of another year. And right on the heels of that I had one of those “my God where does it all go?” moments.
I remember being a teenager and hanging out with two friends and telling them how I was going to live forever. And I meant it. I was going to find a way to live forever. Now, at 39, I’m not so sure I’ve succeeded. So would I go back to being that kid again and believe I am going to live forever? I really don’t know. I was loud and arrogant and just plain annoying. My 30s have been a happy time for me in many ways. I found a nice inner-quiet when I entered my thirties. Plus, early into them I also became a Dad, and that’s a very sobering moment. Like most of us, I learned to be less selfish and suddenly had something outside of my own self to think about. It was and remains an experience that brings with it a lot of growth. Hell, it’s a case of having to grow. I mean, you’re responsible for how another human being turns out.
Anyway, I’ve strayed off the point…Where was I?
Ah yes, my 30s. I’ve been happy within myself in my 30s. My life isn’t perfect; it’s far from it. But that’s more circumstantial than anything else. Within myself I am good. But it’s going so fast…
I’ll be 40 in another year, and while I feel good, I feel fine, it’s one of those birthdays we are told is important, is a milestone. I don’t know why, but there you go. These days I worry about my pension. I worry about my place in the company I work for and wonder should I be trying to climb the ladder.
And so much of it is my own fault. We all do this – Monday morning what do you do? You roll out of bed and wait for it to be Friday. I like my job. It’s easy enough and the people are okay and it’s close to home. But even I do it. It’s human nature to want to spend your time doing what you want to do, not what you’re being told to do. So you wish the week away and then it’s Friday and while you now have two days to yourself (which you’ll most likely spend slopping around in one form or another) you’ve also just watched five go by in a blur of forward-looking. And before you know it it’s almost the end of August and you’re going to be 39 in December and 40 next year.
So, where am I going with all of this, then? Well, I don’t really know. I don’t have the answers, I’m just pointing out the problem. I have started trying to stop looking toward Friday and just look forward to 4.30 when I get off (another perk to this job) when I can get home and enjoy my evening. Yes, I am still wishing time away, but hey let’s go one step at a time here!! At least now it’s only a few hours and not five whole days. It’s still not perfect, but it’s an improvement. And I am happier for it, too. It’s working. Sort of. At least I feel the weekdays are worth something instead of just the weekend (which I generally don’t do much with anyway!)
Tick Tock. Tick tock.
Slow down, damn you.

Streets Of Fire

I love this flick. Tom Cody is the coolest tough-talking gun-toting hero ever. The music rocks. The acting is hammy and over-the-top, the fights are almost-cartoonishly violent with punches that sound like someone is slapping a whale with an even bigger whale. Great stuff!

Had it been a success there would have been two more movies about him, but it bombed. What a loss. Shame on all of you who didn’t go to see it and make it more successful!

Holy Broken Biscuits Batman!

Ok so that title has nothing at ALL to do with this post, but I couldn’t think of anything else.
I’m not blogging of late and have contemplated closing the whole kit and kaboodle down, but didn’t want to disappoint my many, many, MANY (3) regular readers. So – here I am still at it.
So where ARE we then? Where IS Tragic today. Let’s examine that shall we? Yes. Let’s. Let’s do!
It’s a Thursday and my morning has been (pretty) busy.
I have just started rereading On Blue’s Waters by Gene Wolfe (as part of my mission to read 12 sort-of interlocking books of his made up for a four parter, a sequel, another four parter, then a trilogy)
I want a new tattoo but haven’t yet decided what from a very long short-list.
I am trying SO hard to lose the gut, and slooooowly getting there. To this end I have given up on the Wii fit and am looking to buy a stationary bike. Good Lord what’s happened to me?
The bigotry and lack of tolerance spread by the current Pope never ceases to amaze me.
The incompetence and ability-to-break-the-law-to-suit-their-own-ends-and-destroy- our-economy of the Irish government likewise never ceases to amaze me.
I have redesigned my personal homepage. Again. Should I link to it? Na, why bother; nobody cares.
I might be going on-call with my job soon. It isn’t thrilling but it comes with a pay-hike and OT. Nice.
Yesterday I got my first chipped windscreen ever. I have the guys coming to repair/replace it tomorrow.
I think that’s it. But I’ve been known to be wrong.

Blogginggggggggggg

And the fact that I haven’t been! I have zerooo to say. Sorry.
Er. Ok, a joke. A joke…
No. I got nothing…

Sunday Sunday

Sunday = Sweatsday. Ohhh yeahhhh!!
Some go for a drive. Some praise Jebus. I sit in my sweats. Good times.
Good times!

I Am Losing The Will To Live!

For the third day in a row I am now almost 40 minutes on the phone to HP waiting for someone to speak to about a faulty monitor, and listening to the same 14 bars (yes, 14!!) of warbling jazz which doesn’t hold time very well.
I wonder will I actually get through this time?
- sigh –

EDIT: After two and a half hours I slammed the phone down, called another number and MADE them transfer me over! OH! MY! GOD!

13 Days In Hell

Another quality Friday Fun flash game from How-To Geek.

Die, zombies, DIE!

Funny Cartoon From DA

This cracked me up.