Instead of purchasing Sacred, just bash your computer with a hammer a few times. You’ll get all the wonderful gameplay, including constant BSODs and random graphics problems, and you’ll save a boatload of cash. I’ve had this digitized turd for no more than an hour and it’s crashed four times.
Honestly, I’m really sick of being an unpaid beta-tester for shyster game companies.
Today I broke two of my own rules: never buy a game unless you’ve played the demo, or unless the game comes from a company known to make pretty decent products [like Blizzard, id, or the UT folks], and never buy anything from CompUSA. Luckily a quick pre-emptive phone call to the manager at CompUSA will keep me from raining hellfire down upon them when they tried to charge me their 2000% “restock fee” or whatever they’re calling it these days.
I’ve been using a Fedora workstation in conjuction with my iBook at work, and I’ve gotten used to the handy ‘lock screen’ button on the Gnome toolbar.
I wanted the same type of ‘lock screen’ button for OSX, but didn’t know of any quick and easy way to enable it. I did some research, and came up with this nice [but oddly hidden] method:
Keychain Access is used to store passwords to web sites, network servers, and lockable volumes. However, it also provides a quick way of securing your computer.
Open Applications > Utilities > Keychain Access. Click View > “Show Status in Menu Bar” to display a menu marked by an icon of a padlock at the right hand end of the menu bar at the top of your screen. Choosing “Lock Screen” from this menu will start the screen saver, and will prompt for a password for further access.
Because Laura is special, she scored some sneak preview passes to Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Azkaban.
Not really spoilers, but just in case.
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Due to a bad dining decision, I went to lunch at Burger King last week. As I moved through the line, I noticed a slightly overweight Hispanic girl leaning against the counter, waiting for her food. She was wearing low-cut hip-hugger jeans.
Here’s my Fashion Hint for the month:
If you are a girl, and you have a .. hair problem.. don’t wear low-cut jeans. Most importantly, if you are a girl and you have thick glossy ass-hair, ass-hair that has crawled out of your ass and up your spine to reach your mid-back in some unholy ass-hair creeper-vine fashion, ass-hair that would be more fitting on a swarthy Italian sailor’s chest [or head], please, please, for the love of all that is holy, please do not wear low-cut jeans when you have an ass-pelt!
If you are part wolf, or have a hormonal disorder, or are really a swarthy Italian sailor who cross-dresses, please wear normal jeans and maybe a parka or two. Keep your ass-pelt contained. Do it for the children.
Week before last, the AC went out.
For those of you not living in Atlanta: this is a crisis of Biblical proportions. Even in April.
I called around, on a Sunday, and A Guy to come out and look at it. He mumbled something about leaks, and about the age of the AC unit, filled it with coolant, charged me $180 and left.
Three days later, the AC was again blowing tepid air.
I called The Company, and very politely Was An Asshole to several layers of ablative management, and eventually convinced them to send another tech out, for free, to perform a real leak detection test.
After an hour or so of crawling around under my house, The Next Guy delivered his report: my AC and furnace were an archaeological treasure. The system is well over thirty years old, and although it is completely dead, it was evidence of Divine Providence that it had lasted this long. It seems the life expectancy of an air-conditioning system is in the range of six weeks, here in the South.
Of course, I find this out after I returned the “Do you want to renew your Home Warranty” form marked as “I would rather be eaten by wild dogs.”
Knowing those scammers, I’m sure that if I’d turned in the claim, they would’ve said something like “We’re sorry. According to your contract, Paragraph 9093, Lline 28, Subsection 32b, you have to get your furnace and AC replaced by the exact same model. Since that model is no longer made, you are required to replace it with ferrets. It’s in the contract. We’ll be over with the ferrets. Soon. ”
So, tomorrow a bunch of scary people will be clambering around under my house, tearing things up, and for this I get to pay about $4000.
I should’ve stuck with the ferrets.
