This is a woman rant.  Not because it’s exclusively a “woman thing”. But, because it’s a thing that women do more than men do.

I installed a new computer the other day. Yesterday, I was asked what I can do about the cables showing.  Sigh. Computers have cables.  That’s the way things work.  Without the cables, the things don’t work.  I can make the cables LESS visible with velcro wire wrap and conduit.  But, I can’t make the cables invisible.  In my experience, worrying about the cables causes more problems later.  One problem is that it usually puts some stress on the connectors.  This woman has an open (four legs and a board on top) style desk and then doesn’t want the cables to show. She wanted the monitor mounted on the wall….. and then doesn’t want the cables to show. Sigh.

I carry some velcro wrap of various types and I wrapped them as neatly as I could. But, there isn’t much that can be done when you have wires going four different directions to get to the wall, the power strip, and the computer.

I have tried to organize the cables behind my home entertainment.  Not because of looks, but in trying to make it easier on organizing and identifying them.  Whenever I have done so, I have regretted it later.

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As I was going out the door to work this morning, my mother said, “I know you don’t want to hear about Sharyn. But, she asked me if you had been out and said she and Ed wanted you to ride with them.”

Grrrr…..

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I got my COD4 today, but worked late and didn’t get to play until late.  I have to go to bed now, it’s late and I have to work in the morning and will work most of the day.  While I was working tonight, I logged onto the website and sent a note to those who were playing it; telling them they should be ashamed for playing it without me.

As I was driving home, Sharyn was on my mind.  Another instance of the universe picking on me.  I had a home-made CD of a bunch of MP3s, that I don’t know.  I was listening to it in the car to see what was on it. As I’m driving and thinking about her, a song came on with lyrics about, “the hardest thing in life, is to want someone who doesn’t want you.  The hardest thing I’ve ever done is to love someone who didn’t love me.” (paraphrased)  Then, a song comes on (apparently called “Speeding Motorcycle”) which has these lyrics: 

Speeding motorcycle of my heart
Speeding motorcycle; always changing me
Speeding motorcycle, don’t you drive recklessly
Speeding motorcycle of my heart
Pretty girls have taken you for a ride
Hurt you deep inside but you never slowed down
Speeding motorcycle in my heart

Now, just the simple fact that the song is about a motorcycle seems quite fitting.

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Call of Duty 4 is releasing today.  Except that some people already got theirs yesterday.  There is something wrong in the universe when some people get their COD4 earlier than the rest of us.

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I broke my XMRadio receiver.  I was finally getting around to mounting it in the car rather than having it laying by the shifter.  I put the mount in, ran the wire over to the fuse block and wired it directly to the fuse block.  I wanted it to come on and go off with the car so that I didn’t have to worry about it running the battery down on the really cold nights.  I didn’t think to check the actual voltage.  I subsequently found out that the cigarette lighter plug on the end actually converts the voltage down to 5 volts. So….. it no longer works.

I had to order another one, but I found one for $20 on ebay.

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I give.  I closed my accounts on the dating and social networking sites.  I’m done.

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… but I expect my music to concentrate on being musical first; then political later. There are lots of songs that are protest songs that don’t feel like you’re getting smacked in the face with the statement.  There were lots of protest songs that were art first; protest second. There were lots of songs that were social statements without the art suffering.  It seems like today, the statement comes first and the art is a very distant second.

I mention this because one of my favorite bands, The Eagles, released a new CD at Walmart.  The very first song feels like the guys were sitting around looking for material and one of them said, “Hey, I have this speech I wrote for a rally.” And another answered, “Let’s see if we can sing it in 4 part harmony.” It doesn’t work.  It’s too much statement and too little art.  It’s not even close to being the Eagles quality that I remember.

Overall, the album has a few statements that somebody wanted to make.  But, it’s decent anyway.  It’s just not great like some of the past albums.  It doesn’t have a real GREAT song on it that people will remember. There is no “Last Resort” or “Peaceful, Easy Feeling”. There is no “Desperado”.  There is no “Lyin’ Eyes”.  I could go on.  But, I won’t.

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As I was driving today, I was listening to a talk radio show on XM. I started to get a feeling of Deja Vu, and then realized that I had heard the part of the radio show to which I was listening.  I knew what was going to be said by the host and the callers for about 3 callers.  Then, I realized that I could not have heard the show before, because it was talking about current happenings.  Then I started wondering if it really was a repeat of  only a week or so old.   I just checked the website for the show.  It doesn’t show it as a repeat.

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The photos of the last couple of missions I did for Patriot Guard Riders have been uploaded.  There are some other photos here, too.

http://picasaweb.google.com/WVGoldenwolf

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I was glancing through a catalog and I saw a Christmas ornament with the words “Merry Christmas From Heaven”.  I looked closer and saw the words in the center are, “I love you all dearly, so don’t shed a tear, I’m spending my Christmas with Jesus this year.”

I did a mental double-take.  What?!?  Is it just me?  Or is that hugely inappropriate?  I have put ornaments on the tree that remind me of certain people.  Or as tributes, even. But, I presume that the first Christmas — if not the first few — without someone would be made even harder by such an ornament.  Maybe it’s just me.

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