moonhare: (thumper)
I love Amazon Prime and purchase lots of stuff online using it, however, Amazon Prime Day is as useless as Black Friday to me when it comes to anything I might be interested in.

Poking around for plush critters I came across this little gem in 'Prime Deals.'

Beyond the ten cent savings, pay special attention to the delivery information ;o)
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Did a quick shop on Amazon and then decided to hit lj.... all I wanted to do was check my friends' pages to see what was new! Stupid DDoS BS.

ah, there it goes. *meh*
moonhare: (carrots)
We had two computers die at work over the holiday, Thursday. Both were OPAC's (on-line public access catalogues) and both were Dell GX270's running Windows XP. Both of these died suspiciously right after receiving the latest Windows updates, which remains an odd coincidence because my other two OPAC's survived just fine (there is one more similar OPAC that did okay but it's profile has slight differences so I don't include it).

I recently mentioned the Capacitor Plague in one of my posts, and sure enough one of these motherboards looked really nasty*. The hard drive wouldn't initialize completely, even on a different but similar GX270, so whatever happened was enough to zap the files. These are "frozen" drives, meaning that they won't accept changes, except that when updating they are "thawed" and so any glitches during that period will not go away on restart.

The short of it is that I swapped the hard drive with one from a spare computer (one without any bad caps, surprisingly) and then proceeded to ghost it with an image cloned from one of the 'good' OPAC's. The image took, the pc runs fine, so whatever happened didn't compromise the hard drive (not that I can tell with limited testing, at least).

*Pics of that nasty mother(board) can be seen here.

moonhare: (ordnance)
An interesting footnote to my last post: while replacing the memory boards I noticed that the motherboard has one of those 'leaking capacitors' that have plagued Dell for years. My pc is a cast-off, so I have no specific rights in this, and I guess it's a matter of time before it goes flukey and deep-sixes.  I saw at work last week during an in-the-box maintenance run that our older Dells there all have the same creeping disease. Pity. I like to run machines into the ground, but these are dying prematurely.

(Or watch this here)

moonhare: (thumper)
Cicadas. The woods are full of their screaming, high-pitched, whistling, chirping, and incessant love-making songs... gahhhhh!

It's delightfully eerie, though, in another sense. I can picture Strother Martin in such a setting, giving some nasal but pleasing oration or another just before that knife or axe appears from behind his twisted back.  Vincent Price, even, could be staring off into the tree tops and musing, introspective, with detached silence...

Good night.
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Observations by a Philistine-

A couple arrived at the library this week sporting a little black bag of books to donate to our sale cart.  I thanked them and placed the bag behind the circ desk until I could look over what might be added to the collection, what might be put on the cart, and what might be tossed due to condition. The bag these items arrived in intrigued me; it was obviously from a store which catered to the well-heeled, or the wishing-to-appear-well-heeled: jet black, pretentious in its understated simplicity, and bearing the name "Barneys New York."

I wondered about a store which sent its customers home with their purchases wrapped in pretentious little black bags and hopped on the net to check them out. The only Barneys I'm familiar with are bumbling deputies of hick towns, purple fur-suited ones professing peace and love, or half-pint side-kicks to loud mouthed neanderthals. Thinking of it, our neighbor named not only their first dog Barney, but also their first horse. And in 'Rhode Islandese' the store is Bah-nees of Nu Yawk.  Hmmm, all of these are great recommendations for naming an obviously upscale, er, experience, Barney.

At first glance I thought I had somehow clicked the wrong google link and ended up at a fan site for The Corpse Bride. The bulimic ladies with David Bowie eyes kinda spooked me, but I proceeded bravely nonetheless. I'll cut this short and just say what a treasure this site was! $400 slippers and $800 sneakers! Ah, and a $1200 pair of work boots, perfect for mucking out stalls.  Perhaps I'll have to shop here online sometime... I have a new admiration for anyone carrying Barney bags, and will secretly  wonder if they really did shop there when bored and in New York.

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