Nothing to see here, just a post for myself.

I have a Kindle Fire, and man I love it. This is my third or fourth one, as I’ve always been a fan.

However, lately, this sucker has slowed way down. I don’t want to do a factory reset, mainly because I hate losing the books I’ve put on it. I’m not referring to the books I bought at Amazon, those will push down easily enough; I’m talking about the books I moved over for review and such. (Side note, Calibre is amazing and is a must own for Kindle — or any eBook platform — users. I like it so much, I donate to it.) It’s very well possible that those downloaded books will stay. I haven’t even looked into it that much. But I hate resetting anything to factory settings because I have things just so. I don’t want to take time getting things just so again if I don’t have to.

That said, I’m testing some things. I will update this as I go along so I can refer back to it.

Clear the cache (I found this here):

  • Power off.
  • Hold the volume down and power buttons.
  • When the boot screen appears, release the power button.
  • Use the volume button to navigate to format cache.
  • Press the power button to select.
  • After formatting, reboot.

So far so good, but I’m going to keep searching around to see what else I can do.

Just give me what I asked for and shut the fuck up.

Not so recently, the state I live in legalized marijuana for medicinal use. However, it was only relatively recently that the law has finally taken affect and people can now start getting their cards. Including me.

Since my state consists of a bunch of cocksuckers, the list you can be approved for marijuana is shockingly small comparatively, but one of the things that is pre-approved is glaucoma, which I have. So, at my last visit with my ophthalmologist (a really amazing guy), he was gushing on how much my pressure has gone down. Originally I had been taking an eye drop once per day, but he changed the prescription because that really wasn’t cutting it, and I started taking a different eye drop (which cost $65 for like a fucking ounce — that’s WITH insurance) twice a day; or, rather, was supposed to. I do take it once a day (in the mornings) religiously, but I don’t really want to take my contacts out to do the second dose in the evening because…well because it’s an inconvenience. However, to sleep at night, I may or may not use a product God put on this earth for me and you. All of this I told the doc, to which he replied, “Whatever you’re doing, keep at it. This is really great.” For the record, the pressure in my right eye was a 26 before I started treatment. At last check, it’s a 16. That’s insane (normal eye pressure is 12-22; 12-22 what, I’m not sure).

After my exam, I went to pay my bill and the employee taking my card notified me that their printer wasn’t working so they’d have to mail me my receipt. I told her that was fine, and I would like my medical history mailed to me as well.

“Why?” she asked. This didn’t bother me. Normally I take this as they fear you may be leaving and perhaps they can fix what may be wrong.

“Because I’m applying for my medical marijuana card, and I need to show that I have glaucoma in order to get it.” Boom! Question asked and answered. Nothing more to say. But no, the bitch had to get judgy.

“The doctor would rather you use traditional treatments for the glaucoma. He won’t sign off on this.”

See, there are numerous things wrong with this dumb ass statement. First, she had no idea what transpired between the doctor and me. She wasn’t in the room. Second, it’s not his decision on whether or not I get it. Another doctor makes that decision. What my doctor thinks or feels is irrelevant. Don’t get me wrong, while that might look like I have a problem with my ophthalmologist, I don’t. He really is amazing, and I wouldn’t go see anyone else unless I was forced to. He’s done a tremendous amount to make sure I will have vision until my 80s. Hes a great guy. It’s this dumb cashier who has no fucking clue on anything that annoyed me.

I did a silent 10 count in my head. The way this office is set up is the other patients are RIGHT THERE next to the cashier, so I wasn’t going to make a scene. So I simply said, “I will need a copy of my medical files mailed to me with the receipt, please.”

“But…”

“Do I need to pay for them? I understand if I do.”

“No, but…”

“Okay, thanks. Just go ahead an mail them.”

She gave me some stink eye, but she can go fuck herself. The more I think about this, the more it annoys me because she obviously has an issue with marijuana, medicinal or not, and it no doubt stems from the old wives’ tales that people are still clinging too without doing any research. And that is infuriating since it’s because of people like her why it’s so fucking hard (and expensive) to get the necessary treatment I need for not just my glaucoma but also my anxiety and insomnia. And I’m not even that bad off.

Yes, marijuana also feels good when you do it. I don’t deny that. But so does wine. So does beer. But last time I checked, alcohol doesn’t help with your anxiety, glaucoma, PTSD, insomnia or a host of other issues.

I have a friend that lives in Oregon, where it’s legal for recreational use. He’s been sharing prices lately for grams. He literally…LITERALLY paid $40 for a gram of brand that goes for ~$340 here. JFC. I blame the feds. Fucking idiots.

Ugh.

Apple users really are the worst.

There’s an old joke that goes, “An atheist, a vegan, and a crossfitter walk into a bar…I only know because they told everyone within two minutes.”

It’s high time they swap “atheist” for “apple owner” because good fucking Lord, those are far worse than atheists. Mainly because the majority of the time they are clueless at the topic at hand when it comes to computers, there only response to any discussion computer related being, “Buy a Mac.”

Recently, a guy I know solicited his friends on Facebook for new laptop advice. His needs were really simple: Something cheap, no bells and whistles, he just needs it to write on. That’s it. The best advice came from someone who clearly knew what they were talking about, and gave my friend some great advice on how he can achieve his goal for just a few hundred bucks.

Then the Mac users piped in how he should by a Mac. I swear, it’s as if the members of the Cult of Apple are incapable of reading and, if that’s inaccurate, they sure as hell have little to know reading comprehension. First and foremost, Macs aren’t inexpensive. They are the opposite of that. For what it costs to purchase a middle-of-the-road Mac, I can build a faster Windows laptop. But that’s not the point. The point is he said in the second sentence of the post that he was looking for something inexpensive. For his particular needs, he can get away with a laptop under $300. You are not finding a decent Mac, refurb or otherwise, for under $300.

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t care who owns what. Macs are really needed for a subset of people whose computer skills are limited to pushing a button to power it on. These machines are perfect for those type of folks because it’s tough to screw up a Mac. But, man, I get so tired of this dipshit excuse that Windows always crashes. No, it doesn’t. I mean it will if you keep opening those .exes in your email from you grandma and throwing viruses on your machine, but on the whole, I can’t remember the last time any of my machines have crashed. Then again, I’m not installing garbage on my computer, so there’s that.

And don’t get me started on the false notion that Macs don’t get viruses. They do, but Apple won’t tell you about them and don’t patch their computers for them for months. That’s a fact, jack.

From https://www.digitaltrends.com/computing/can-macs-get-viruses :

“Mac OS X software has more high-risk vulnerabilities than all versions of Windows put together,” explains Bogdan, “Apple markets these products as virus-free. They say you don’t need an antivirus, because they know people hate antivirus software. These utilities often slow down your computer, so they don’t want to promote them.”

Apple has also been criticized for being slow to deal with threats and shut vulnerabilities down. Rootpipe was discovered in October 2014, but the fix only came out this month (April 2015), and it only patches Yosemite, not older editions of OS X. To make matters worse, the patch doesn’t actually fix the problem properly. Apple’s big rival may have a bad reputation, but it has taken decisive action to tackle that perception.

But, yeah, your Mac is safe, I swear.

Oh, and Steve Jobs? He was a cunt and you know it.

There’s plenty of room for both Macs and PC in the computing world. Both are great choices depending on its users’ needs (although the fantasy land Mac users live in really is laughable). It’s like some people want an SUV, some want one of those little battery-operated cars. Both are going to get you to your destination, both have their pros and cons, and both are (probably) a good choice for their owner.

I guess the point of this is, no matter what you own, if someone is looking for advice, take a minute and actually read what their needs are before opening your big fat mouth and sounding like an idiot. I actually recommended laptops to people at one point, it was part of my job, and I would recommend Macs, Dells, Lenovos, Acers and other types because it all depends on the needs of the person buying it. You’re nothing but an asshole if you try to convince someone to buy a $1,000 machine when a $250 will be more than sufficient.

This video has nothing to do with anything other than the fact I love this genre of music and Turbo Kid is an awesome movie:

Getting old is weird.

When I first saw my sister wearing reading glasses, I busted out laughing. Called her old and crippled. She simply said, “Wait until your 40.”

Well, wouldn’t you know it, like the day I turned 40, my eyes just said fuck it, you can’t read without squinting.

I also find things that I used to LOVE even in my 30s don’t have much appeal to me now. I’m meh on fast food anymore, opting to eat at a nicer sitdownish type restaurant or just making my own food (subs and pizza excluded). This might not be a big deal to most, but as a lazy fuck, this is a pretty big change.

But the biggest thing I noticed — and I don’t know if it’s because I’m older or I’m more in tune now — is how aware I am of things. I hate the term woke because it seems so…ugh, yet I don’t enjoy certain things that I know I would have LOVED when I was 16. A good example of this is the novel The Fury by John Farris. I read and reviewed it a bit ago, and while I know teenage me would have ate every word up, adult me found passages gross as fuck (mainly because they were pedo-laden; a 40-year-old men feeling up a 14-year-old girl, as well as a 30-something woman seducing a 14-year-old boy. What sucks is if you can get away from that (and you can’t), it’s a fun ass book. I’ll just stick with the movie though.

Another good example of problematic books is The Howling by Gary Brandner. I’d never read the book until recently (snagged all three for the Kindle for like $1.99!), and I have mixed feelings on it. As pure pulp, it’s a great amount of fun. But holy shit, Karyn, the main character, is fucking helpless due to her having a vagina. First, she doesn’t have a driver’s license. Now, if she was living in NYC, that might be acceptable, but she lives in California. I’ve been to California. You need a license. To make matters worse, when it’s time for her to get away, she gets in the car and has no idea what the fucking gears mean. She literally didn’t know what R mean. Seriously. I can almost get behind not having a license (lazy as fuck writing, but whatever), but not knowing means reverse? C’mon. That’s just asshole writing. You can’t even chalk this up to the time it was written (late ’70s, I believe) because Roy, Karyn’s husband, gets annoyed at her because she is a bit cold with the sex since HER FUCKING RAPE. Yeah.

I have such mixed emotions about The Howling. The reality is the book really is a good read, but he treats the female characters one-dimensional beings. I’m reading the second one now, and Karyn is a bit stronger (so far), so we’ll see.

I don’t know where I was going with all of this. Maybe the whole point is getting old kind of sucks.

You’re so dumb. You are so dumb.

Two Fridays ago…well, not yesterday, but the Friday before Friday before yesterday…I was an in accident. Some dipshit wasn’t paying attention, cut over to my lane and plowed me right into the guardrail. There is so many fucked up things about this whole situation:

  1. When I saw the driver about to hit me, I started cutting into the breakdown lane, but he was having none of that, he just kept coming anyway, into the damn breakdown lane with me.
  2. Dude didn’t even slow down or apply his breaks as he was pushing me into the rail. I know this because I could see his taillights seeing how they were like 3 feet away from me.
  3. The guy was clearly fucking lost, and clearly fucking distracted with something (more on that in a moment).
  4. Dicksuck admitted to the police on the scene that he was in fact at fault. Until he changed his story.
  5. My Escape, my beautiful, innocent, always-good-to-me Escape, is totaled.

You can figure out what happened by 1. and 2. But if you didn’t, long story short, I was taking an exit ramp that has two lanes. I was in the left, he was in the right. He got over to the left to (what I figured) enter the highway. I got over to the right. No big deal. Until he decided to get back in the right lane WHEN I WAS ALMOST PARALLEL WITH HIM. Me moving to the breakdown lane did nothing, because the stupid fuck kept on coming over. So in addition to the driver’s side quarter panel being fucked (pictures below), there is a lovely scrape on the passenger side from the guardrail. (Irrelevant of course because of 5.)

When the cop arrived, he asked me first what happened. I told him pretty much what I just wrote up there, but a little longer. He walked about 100 – 150 yards to where the idiot cause of this whole thing was and asked him what happened. The cop then went back to his car, filled out the report, and came back to me with my driver’s license and registration.

“Here you go, sir,” he said, handing it back to me.

“Did he corroborate my story?” I asked the officer, immediately regretting using ‘corroborate’ because that just seems like I was making something up.

“Yes sir. He will be listed at fault for the accident.”

Good, I thought. At least I didn’t have to worry about fighting that. Until Monday when my insurance company called and informed me that the douche changed his tune and was now saying I rear-ended him. The fuck?

Rather than go into every detail, both my insurance rep and his insurance rep thought that his claim was ridiculous. While his insurance rep didn’t out and out say it — he’s in a position after all — I could here the smile in his voice as I openly mocked the dick who hit me.

But, it gets better. My insurance agent told me that not only did it go down as not my fault because of all the evidence I had, they are also going to get my deductible back when it’s determined it’s his fault and I’m probably going to get my lost work wages too.

Also, as a bonus, today I went and picked up the police report. Not only was the shitstain charged at fault for the accident; not only was dickface issued a ticket for the accident; but it’s also noted in the report that the asshole was distracted by the GPS when the accident happened.

Yeah, you piece of fucking shit. Good luck on not being found at fault here. Cunt.

On the bright side, I got double what I expected the value to be for my Escape, and I got a brand new one with better (and more) options than my baby, and the payments are slightly less than what I was paying. Yes, I absolutely would prefer not to have payments, and I was SO looking forward to being payment free, but I’m in a fortunate position where this won’t hurt me financially. It just really sucks.

“Don’t worry, no one will ever hurt you again,” was what I whispered to my truck after I cleaned it out for the last time. I’m going to fucking miss that SUV.