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Well, if you don't really know linux down to working in the command line totally fluently I wouldn't mess with it--
--is what I wish someone had said to me before I trashed this little netbook i have. Back to the internet cafe i go. I'll get this straightened out by the end of the week. It's a good way to learn but-- ok maybe not a good way to learn when this is the only machine I HAVE RIGHT NOW.
So i did go to the internet cafe javalina and used one of theirs-- of course when I opened the browser 15 porn sites popped up; horrible shit like with goats, youths and chainsaws. The funny thing about it, i was sent to the computer which had been intended for a mom, her little 2 year-old and grandma. But they were reconsidering their beverage order and let me go first. I don't want to get up on the cross but I took one for their sanctity.
I closed all the windows and links, flushed out the cache and restarted everything (you're welcome)-- and also set the browser to clear all the data everytime it closed. Emptied the temp file, too. Of course, in there were a batch of someone's private photos they had presumably downloaded to the machine-- old mom & dad with grown up daughter standing by a swanky little boat. People, seriously, learn how these here cipherin' boxes operate. (I'll take that advice, too.)
And seeing all that porn and familial glee brought up the horrid news i was unable to miss regarding John Phillips-- I am devastated about this, it is very weird; it's like my cat died or something. I don't think i can ever listen to his music again (& I have original "Wolfkings," an old, old tape of "Man on the Moon" and a boot of some sessions he did with Keith Richards-- ...)
I mean, just the spin it puts on the lyrics to the Mama & Papa's song "I Saw Her Again Last Night" is enough fucking creep for one life. And fuck Mama Cass, fucking enabler.
It all makes Phil Spector look like just a simple deranged fascist outlaw by comparison. |
