Computers are a pain in the ass.

Phoenix_ParadeLiterally. There, I said it. The 22 year love affair I’ve had with computers is officially over. After realizing that I was hiding in the computer, to get away from the monster,  I took up a couple of new interests and activities.  I haven’t been on the computer every minute like I have been for the last two decades. I was so soft, it hurt to move. One of the things The doctor prescribed was physical therapy, and before it was even overwith I signed on to work-out with an actual, very knowledgeable, personal trainer. I’ve made much more progress with my trainer than with physical therapy. It still hurts sometimes, but I am stronger and my balance is much better. I’m still riding my bike.

With the formal exercise, I also took up shooting. I have a shotgun, a revolver and two autos. I’ve taken gun safety and self defense classes, having instruction from several of the ‘best’ trainers in the field. Of all of it, I love archery best. I have a 30 lb re-curve bow and even found an instructor for that too.  I’ve participated in tournaments using guns and archery as part of my return to an active lifestyle. [Nothing is as good as my Equestrian lifestyle was though.]

I feel I am more than ready to go back to work and can’t wait to use my new ‘muscles’. Communication wasn’t’ real good for a while, and I’m going back a couple of weeks later than I though I could, but it is arranged now that I will start back after Christmas.

When I couldn’t work with large animals anymore, I didn’t realize how terribly the lack of exercise would affect me. And I didn’t realize how much time the computers took up. Now that I’m not on them as much, I find it terribly frustrating about how much time it takes to update and maintain them. Windows 8, in my opinion was a terrible idea. I’ll be lucky if I finish this post before it cries about wanting to update something and restart, or I have to troubleshoot something that isn’t working quite right. Over the last week, I’ve take my little laptop [netbook] with me to coffee shops or meetups thinking I could use it to take a note or two, and make a list of what I want to do as I think of it.

I’ve spent the whole time trying to get the computer to work right and haven’t’ been able to do what I wanted to do. Just a quick, get on and do .. .  and it couldn’t be done. Time to go back to good old paper and pencil!




Quote From SSA

Below is a quote from the article, “Campus Carry, Fiction vs. Fact”

Written by Pat Webb
Monday, 21 November 2011 22:16

I won’t bother quoting the rest of the paragraph, but suffice it to say that the vast majority of mass shootings take place in GUN FREE ZONES! This is because the killer wants to have as long as possible to terrorize his victims before encountering resistance. FBI studies have concluded that AS SOON AS THE SHOOTER IS MET WITH RESISTANCE they either shoot themselves or commit suicide by cop. In other words, if Cho had met one or more CHP holders who were armed in that first class room, it might have ended there. Even more profound, if Cho had thought that there were most likely armed teachers, students, librarians, visitors, etc. throughout the campus, he may not have even attempted his rampage.

Laws don’t stop crime. Murder is against the law. It doesn’t matter what the vehicle is. Self defense is a basic human right. Are our students’ and teachers’ lives worth less when they are on campus?  Do their rights disappear when they cross a threshold?   We can’t turn back the hands of time, but we can learn from the past.  There are campuses around the country which allow permit holders to carry on campus and there have been no rivers of blood, no drunken shoot-outs in the dorms. [continued . . .]

From the web site: “Second Amendment Sisters”

I found the article interesting. It was written a little over a year ago. I don’t know much about any of this, except that I’m sure that ‘outlawing’ guns will mean that only outlaws have them. I also think that sensational news and other TV, and ignorance is a huge part of the problem. [Ignorance = mental illness in my thinking.]