Wednesday, December 26, 2007

I'm back home (my house) now, again, thankful that all the festivities are over with for now.


Wouldn't you know it, a fresh look at the computer issue enabled me to stumble through fixing it. Not exactly sure how I fixed it, but I'm happy I got it done. Word on the street is that the chickens I was planning to sacrifice to the mischievous gods of the Internet are enthused as well.

Wait 'till they hear what I'm planning for dinner later this week...

As bad as I might be interneticallastically speaking, is it wrong that I feel kinda good about my relatively huge base of knowledge when speaking with my grandma? She asked me at one point what was an e-mail. I thought she might have been kidding, but when she asked about postage for the letters, I realized that she honestly didn't know. I hope my future grandkids think of me fondly as I do to my grandma when I ask them some techocrappie question 50 or 60 years from now.

Nah, they'll probably think I'm a goober & off my meds, or something.


I'm kinda looking forward to getting back to work again, feeling like I've been out for a long, long time. I figure about 3 days of actual work should take care of that.

One of the things I like about the current work situation is the number of former military guys there. Always good to hear old war stories from the other services, and to compare and contrast jacked up missions, situations, and whatnot. One of the things that I've told many people is that in some ways, I think it's easier for the guys deployed than the families that are left behind. Whatever the situation, however messed up, outrageous, or humerous, you can bet that someone else has gone through the exact same thing, or worse. This was demonstrated in conversations from some of the guys who had lost some of their own family members.

How they came across in the conversations was kind of touching, in its own way. I think my favorite talk (in just about its entirety) was something along the lines of, "It's a kick in the nuts, huh." from, of course, a former old & salty sailor.

Indeed.

5 comments:

Tech Like Me said...

Glad to hear that you've figured out your internet problems, but in the future, forget the chickens. Everybody knows that you sacrifice your own blood, sweat, tears, first few layers of skin on your hands and possibly even your firstborn to the Gods of the Internet in order to get it to work!

I wish I had the kind of people to talk to at work that you do. Where I worked we tended to bitch about problem customers and idiotic management/head office than share anything of actual use (or interest for that matter).

Hammer said...

I kow what you mean about weird internet and computer problems.

I can useually trace it back to the last major thing I installed or changed.

Taking it back to the way it was is the hard part

Snigglefrits said...

You fixed and you're not sure how...that means you're at about Tech Help Level #4 at my ISP. Congratulations! ;-)

Whatever you did, I'm glad you did it. Now as to those chickens- grilled, fried or chicken and dumplings which day of the week? :-D

Threadbndr said...

Heya Murphy, yeah, the first holiday is a rough one. All the 'key note' days that first year are hell. Birthday, Father's day, and so forth. Next Christmas may be bad, too.

Give yourself plenty of time - and don't let any yahoo tell you how or how long that YOUR grieving will be.

Been there, done that - Miss Capt Carl (aka Dad) and Sgt Walt (the hubby) to this day.

PS - glad your brain housing group survived the impact of the gravity propelled printer *G*.

Old NFO said...

Welcome back guy... It's Cornish Game Hens, not chickens these days...LOL

And no, it doesn't get easier. As threadbndr says, the significant days pretty much whack you up side the head the first year or so. Hang in and hang on...