Showing posts with label junk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label junk. Show all posts

Friday, March 07, 2025

with apologies


 I am not having a party. I am not in a celebratory mood. But I did get hit by a spam email and I'm sorry because it was sent to all sorts of friends (and some enemies) and what a pain in the ass. Do NOT try to open. Do not send me money or gift cards through this email. (But otherwise, hell yes, hahahahaha.) Again, do not open an email from me with the subject line "You're warmly invited to my Party!" Argh. Sorry again...


Saturday, May 21, 2011

blog comments rule!

It's so funny, I was actually thinking of dumping all of this stuff
on the old msBook G4 into the OWC storage unit. I was going
to ask Andrew if I need to do anything special to do that. I
have transferred some things (I think), but how about just
doing a one-fell-swoop back-up?

Then I read Karen's comment about the hard drive being
just more stuff taking over my life and I agree. How often
do I look up my old writing? Old emails? I thought that when
Michael died I'd be re-reading his emails, but that happens
rarely. Photos, yes, I do check those out on occasion.

I've written a lot about the time we had the garage sale
and sold all of our "valuables" for cold, hard cash. What
a relief that was! Since then we give frequently to Goodwill
and the Salvation Army and shred papers ferociously.
Living in the moment, a nice goal.

Hmmmmmm, much to ponder today while I practice
my customer service skills at the Legion of Honor.
Thanks, Karen and isn't it time for a SF visit?