Saturday night as I went to bed, I moved the bedroom clock up an hour. That makes it easier to adjust to Daylight Saving Time. It's easier to think of going to bed late than to suddenly lose an hour the next day. There is sometimes benefits to playing tricks with one's own mind, LOL!
In the morning Sunday, I just got up and dealt with the time. Since I don't keep regular hours going to bed or getting up, it isn't hard. In fact, I got up at a generally "regular" time, so neither mind nor body objected.
The annoying part is all the other clocks in the morning. I have an unusual number of them. There are 4 in the kitchen alone; the oven, the M/W and 2 analog wall clocks on opposite walls.
There are 5 in the TV room. One a radio signal one that tells time, month/day/date, year, inside temperature, outside temperature, and inside humidity. It a fun item, but mostly it is always accurate with the radio signal update and serves as the basis for setting all the other clocks. Aside from that one there is the cordless phone, the cable box one, the VCR one, and an analog wall clock. I don't bother with the VCR one, I put electric tape over the display a decade ago. I know HOW to change it, I just don't need it. I'd do the same with the cable box, but it also shows the channel sometimes.
The Living room has only one digital clock, but it is a very useful one. It shows the day of the week in LARGE LETTERS; something very useful if you are retired and so don't have the kind of schedule that forces you to normally keep track of that. And it is the first room I walk into in the morning, so that's the best place for it. Don't laugh TOO hard, but sometimes after I get up and am dressed and about the house, I notice it is "Thursday" when I thought it was "Wednesday". Its not like it may sound; mostly I just need to know "weekday" from "weekend" (because I never do shopping on weekends). Too crowded...
The Bedroom has 3 clocks. The old digital clock/radio/alarm that I only use as "clock" these days. The radio part was always awful, the alarm annoying to set. So I just use a kitchen timer as an alarm clock. Whenever I go to bed, I just set the timer to 9 hours (so easy). If I wake up before it goes off and feel rested, I get up. If it goes off and I don't feel rested, I just set it for another hour. As I said, my hours are very flexible.
The 2nd Bedroom "clock" is only an analog day clock. All it does is show the day of the week. The face is divided into days and that is ALL it tells you. If you looked at it carefully, you could judge early morning, late morning, etc. But if you need that level of help, you probably NEED some other kinds of help, LOL! I only have it because I hadn't found that Living room digital one at the time.
The 3rd Bedroom clock is equally not mainly for telling time but it does have a clock on it. It is really a digital indoor/outdoor thermometer that tells me the minimum and maximum temperatures and the click of a button. It's for gardening information but of course they just HAD to but a time display on it. I will say, that since it is in the Bedroom and battery powered, it the electricity fails (so the clock radio blinks at me, it is easier to tell the time than finding my eyeglasses to read my wristwatch to tell what time it is.
The Computer room has 3 clocks in it. Two are on the computers. One computer is online, so it automatically updated. The other computer is standalone (for games but also security; I keep my passwords and asset trends on a spreadsheet there. The clock there doesn't actually matter, but it can being confusing if I want to make sure I stop playing a game by a certain planned bedtime. And I'll be darned, THAT'S the one I forgot to change today (doing it now). The 3rd is a digital wall clock. Well, just because I don't always wake up the computer when I walk into the room...
The Basement has 2 analog clocks. One is a cool/unusual. It is a woodworking equipment company brand one. I was buying something and one of those exhibition shows and knew they were selling the item at a discount. But I was negotiating. I was asking for more than the demonstrator was willing to give and noticed he had a 12" analog clock showing the company (which I liked). So I said "Throw in the clock and you have a deal". He looked back at the clock and said "You have to be kidding". But I now have the bench planer and the clock (which has kept perfect time for 20 years, is easy to read [large black hands on a yellow face], and gets comments. The other clock is a standard cheap analog type for where I can't see the large. I actually need clocks in the basement. Otherwise, I stay down there too late...
The Cat room has no clocks in it. Well, there IS one, but I keep the battery out. It ticks loudly. Same for a pendulum wall clock in the Computer room, BTW. I sleep lightly
That leaves 2 clocks. One is my wristwatch. I hate my wristwatch. I can set it, but it takes work and experimentation. The buttons aren't labeled, not are they intuitive. And with buttons sticking out of it, I am constantly accidentally changing it to 24 hour time or timer or alarm. And it has a black display over a grey background. But other ones were more complicated or gaudy.
My previous wristwatch was a Sears Phasar with an easily readable black display on a white background. My Dad gave it to me when I left for college in 1968. It kept perfect time. The replacement battery was inexpensive. The settings buttons were recessed (which meant that you needed a paperclip on old pen to depress them, but you couldn't change things by accident.
The last clock is in the car. Easy to change. Dedicated hour and minute buttons, so today it was just one push and I was done.
The Fall changeback takes longer. Digital clocks beed to be advanced forward 23 hours, not 1 forward. Many analog clocks get messed up being turned backwards, so you have to manually turn a slow button on the back 23 hours.
But I love Daylight Saving Time. Same TV schedule, but an hour later of light. And since I never get up at dawn, I personally DO get an extra hour of light each day. I spent my extra hour today deciding where to transplant some specimen tree saplings to in the area I chopped out the brambles in the far back yard, snipping out old growth on perennials, and cutting out some small briars and brambles from around flowerbeds preparing for new growth.
Sunday, March 10, 2019
Monday, March 4, 2019
Retirement Anniversary
I almost missed it this year! I retired 13 years ago March 1st. I haven't regretted a day of it!
I retired the first day I was eligible for a full annuity. Many co-workers were surprised, for various reasons.
1. Because I seemed to really enjoy the work I did. And I did. It wasn't routine work. I wasn't following old procedures every day. And it allowed me to solve new and different problems.
2. I was allowed great freedom in what I chose to do. Most office workers aren't. Apparently, many co-workers were envious. I could say a lot about being a "self-starter", and bringing "solutions to Management rather than problems", but I bet most of you reading this are like that and don't need it explained. But I had many co-workers who were not. I recall reading a humorous collection of (probably fake) personnel evaluations and one said "Works OK if watched constantly and trapped like a rat in his cubicle".
3. A number of co-workers asked how I could retire financially at 55. Well I had carpool members who lived paycheck-to-paycheck and they didn't have to. They talked about vacations, new cars, moving to larger houses, eating out a couple times a week, movies, etc. I didn't do a lot of those things.
Now, I didn't grow up poor. My Dad had a good Government salary (GS-15) and while Mom and Dad were careful with money (grew up in The Great Depression), we kids had what we needed, good food, and nice Christmases. But once I left home, I spent years in poverty myself (refusing to ask for help). And I mean roach-infested apartments I shared with several other guys, minimum-wage jobs, and Hamburger Helper...
But I saved as much as I could. Every promotion meant half the increase went into savings and finally into index stock funds. When I could finally buy a house, I had to borrow the down payment from my parents (at market rates and a firm repayment schedule). But I paid that early, bought a new car 2 years later, refinanced the mortgage to 20 years, then 10, and finally paid off the original 30 year mortgage in 14 years.
My average car has lasted about 10 years (current one 12 and likely to go to 15) and 2 of them were cheap junk (a Chevette Scooter and a used Chevy Vega Hatchback, and my first 2 cars were rather old, so they didn't have much left to give), so the average lifespan would be higher otherwise.
So back to my co-workers' question about how I could retire at 55. They bought new cars every 3 or 4 years. I kept mine 8-10. They spent money as fast as they earned it. I saved and invested. They went to restaurants once a week for $20 each; I learned to cook.
4. The other question I got was "but what will you DO all day"? That was my favorite question! I had so much I wanted to do, I couldn't do it in the time I had off work. Too few people have a life outside of work (other than going out on the town). I had too many hobbies and interests I couldn't wait to do more of.
Subject and replies:
Gardening: "But you can just buy food at the grocery store".
Yardwork: "So just hire someone".
Woodworking: "You can just buy furniture, you know".
Cats: "They just ruin your furniture".
Computer Games: "Yeah, I like Angry Birds (or whatever was popular in 2006)". But I was stretching my mind with complex strategy games.
Cooking: "Pizza Hut delivers".
Fishing: ""Icky".
Etc... I went bowling, I went golfing, I went fishing. I gardened, I worked in the yard, I built small furniture, I enjoyed staying up late at night to see things on TV I had never been able to see before, listened to long pieces of music and watched weird DVDs (Heavy Metal, Fantasia, and Wizards, and bought science/history/nature ones.
I played Civ2 a lot (a game where you you start with a primitive Settler and built until you can hopefully launch a spaceship. And then there was a multi-player version where you could play other people from all over the world. After a YEAR of learning how to play it properly, I learned how to design new worlds for other people to play.
Then I organized the one and only worldwide Civ2 Tournament. That didn't come from nowhere. In college, I was the President of the University Chess Club for my last 2 years there. It didn't mean that I was the best player (I was nearly the worst), just that I could keep the meetings organized and I also learned to manage campus tournaments.
So I took that old chess club organizing experience and managed the Civ2 tournament. It was one of the most difficult things I ever organized. Just try to imagine the negotiations involved in getting some player in Australia to play a person in Italy, or Japan with England. But I finally got 12 of the 16 best players to play several rounds to get to a Final Two.
They played (and as always, I was a non-player viewer), and it was a close game. As I promised, I made a small trophy of shaped wood painted red with a rearing horseman on the top with a small plaque announcing the winner. The other players of the game followed the games and cheered the Winner.
The individual players only had to be there in their local time (like the Japan guy was up early to play and the English guy stayed up late), but I had to be available 24/7 for all games. It was worth the effort; something new, something I had not tried before, something no one had done before. But I also announced that I would never try it again, LOL!
All this is mostly a reminder to myself about what I've done after retirement, and why. A lot of this blog is just me talking out loud about things that may not matter to others. It doesn't HAVE to mean much of anything to other people. But if it does, that's good.
I've enjoyed my retirement, and I hope to for a long time. I am suited to retirement. And this might sound odd, but there was never anything in particular that I ever wanted to do in life. Just do some job well, and enjoy my time here usefully. I've done and am doing that.
If nothing else, celebrate my retirement time with me...
I retired the first day I was eligible for a full annuity. Many co-workers were surprised, for various reasons.
1. Because I seemed to really enjoy the work I did. And I did. It wasn't routine work. I wasn't following old procedures every day. And it allowed me to solve new and different problems.
2. I was allowed great freedom in what I chose to do. Most office workers aren't. Apparently, many co-workers were envious. I could say a lot about being a "self-starter", and bringing "solutions to Management rather than problems", but I bet most of you reading this are like that and don't need it explained. But I had many co-workers who were not. I recall reading a humorous collection of (probably fake) personnel evaluations and one said "Works OK if watched constantly and trapped like a rat in his cubicle".
3. A number of co-workers asked how I could retire financially at 55. Well I had carpool members who lived paycheck-to-paycheck and they didn't have to. They talked about vacations, new cars, moving to larger houses, eating out a couple times a week, movies, etc. I didn't do a lot of those things.
Now, I didn't grow up poor. My Dad had a good Government salary (GS-15) and while Mom and Dad were careful with money (grew up in The Great Depression), we kids had what we needed, good food, and nice Christmases. But once I left home, I spent years in poverty myself (refusing to ask for help). And I mean roach-infested apartments I shared with several other guys, minimum-wage jobs, and Hamburger Helper...
But I saved as much as I could. Every promotion meant half the increase went into savings and finally into index stock funds. When I could finally buy a house, I had to borrow the down payment from my parents (at market rates and a firm repayment schedule). But I paid that early, bought a new car 2 years later, refinanced the mortgage to 20 years, then 10, and finally paid off the original 30 year mortgage in 14 years.
My average car has lasted about 10 years (current one 12 and likely to go to 15) and 2 of them were cheap junk (a Chevette Scooter and a used Chevy Vega Hatchback, and my first 2 cars were rather old, so they didn't have much left to give), so the average lifespan would be higher otherwise.
So back to my co-workers' question about how I could retire at 55. They bought new cars every 3 or 4 years. I kept mine 8-10. They spent money as fast as they earned it. I saved and invested. They went to restaurants once a week for $20 each; I learned to cook.
4. The other question I got was "but what will you DO all day"? That was my favorite question! I had so much I wanted to do, I couldn't do it in the time I had off work. Too few people have a life outside of work (other than going out on the town). I had too many hobbies and interests I couldn't wait to do more of.
Subject and replies:
Gardening: "But you can just buy food at the grocery store".
Yardwork: "So just hire someone".
Woodworking: "You can just buy furniture, you know".
Cats: "They just ruin your furniture".
Computer Games: "Yeah, I like Angry Birds (or whatever was popular in 2006)". But I was stretching my mind with complex strategy games.
Cooking: "Pizza Hut delivers".
Fishing: ""Icky".
Etc... I went bowling, I went golfing, I went fishing. I gardened, I worked in the yard, I built small furniture, I enjoyed staying up late at night to see things on TV I had never been able to see before, listened to long pieces of music and watched weird DVDs (Heavy Metal, Fantasia, and Wizards, and bought science/history/nature ones.
I played Civ2 a lot (a game where you you start with a primitive Settler and built until you can hopefully launch a spaceship. And then there was a multi-player version where you could play other people from all over the world. After a YEAR of learning how to play it properly, I learned how to design new worlds for other people to play.
Then I organized the one and only worldwide Civ2 Tournament. That didn't come from nowhere. In college, I was the President of the University Chess Club for my last 2 years there. It didn't mean that I was the best player (I was nearly the worst), just that I could keep the meetings organized and I also learned to manage campus tournaments.
So I took that old chess club organizing experience and managed the Civ2 tournament. It was one of the most difficult things I ever organized. Just try to imagine the negotiations involved in getting some player in Australia to play a person in Italy, or Japan with England. But I finally got 12 of the 16 best players to play several rounds to get to a Final Two.
They played (and as always, I was a non-player viewer), and it was a close game. As I promised, I made a small trophy of shaped wood painted red with a rearing horseman on the top with a small plaque announcing the winner. The other players of the game followed the games and cheered the Winner.
The individual players only had to be there in their local time (like the Japan guy was up early to play and the English guy stayed up late), but I had to be available 24/7 for all games. It was worth the effort; something new, something I had not tried before, something no one had done before. But I also announced that I would never try it again, LOL!
All this is mostly a reminder to myself about what I've done after retirement, and why. A lot of this blog is just me talking out loud about things that may not matter to others. It doesn't HAVE to mean much of anything to other people. But if it does, that's good.
I've enjoyed my retirement, and I hope to for a long time. I am suited to retirement. And this might sound odd, but there was never anything in particular that I ever wanted to do in life. Just do some job well, and enjoy my time here usefully. I've done and am doing that.
If nothing else, celebrate my retirement time with me...
Sunday, March 3, 2019
Commercial Returns A Memory.
I saw a commercial today where some city types were in a country diner and asked about how hot/spicy the meal was. The waitress said they had to sign a waiver, and the guy in the next booth snickered.
I've been there...
During the Presidency of Jimmy Carter, a friend and I decided to camp in Canada for 2 weeks. We had been at the place 3 years before in the regular campgrounds, but we had decided to try some "primitive camping". There were 2 options for getting there. You could be electric-motor powered to the sites by the camp with some weight limitations or they would just give you a canoe and you were on your own.
I am a good canoer and an experienced camper. And I wanted to hike through the woods each day. My friend said he was too and wanted to do the same. Falser words were never spoken...
We loaded our backpacks full of dried food, tiny white gas stoves to heat the dried food with water, and tent etc into the canoe. We struck out early in the morning. I being the smaller guy in the front to guide the canoe and he being the bigger stronger guy in the back.
I immediately realized that my friend had the canoe-paddling skills of a cow. I'll continue about that another day.
But the point is that on the way out of the US, we barely could gas up on the even/odd day on my license plate. We had 2 hours and stopped at the last Chinese retaurant before crossing the border. And it was a real Chinese restaurant. There were real Chinese people eating there. The menu was in Chinese!
So we saw an old guy eating a dish of chicken and red bell peppers and that looked safe so we said we would have that. They weren't bell peppers. They were some hot pepper that would peel paint off walls.
We utterly died! I'm a real wimp when it comes to hot spicy things. "Mild" makes my scalp drip sweat. My friend likes "hot chili" and even he was sweating. The old guy laughed and ate 3 superhot peppers while we watched. But we were very hungry and poor, so we ate as much of the chicken as we could. We still remember the 100 Megaton Chicken...
We got into Canada just before midnight with a full tank of gas.
Chicken was not a success on the trip. More about "special chicken" tomorrow...
I've been there...
During the Presidency of Jimmy Carter, a friend and I decided to camp in Canada for 2 weeks. We had been at the place 3 years before in the regular campgrounds, but we had decided to try some "primitive camping". There were 2 options for getting there. You could be electric-motor powered to the sites by the camp with some weight limitations or they would just give you a canoe and you were on your own.
I am a good canoer and an experienced camper. And I wanted to hike through the woods each day. My friend said he was too and wanted to do the same. Falser words were never spoken...
We loaded our backpacks full of dried food, tiny white gas stoves to heat the dried food with water, and tent etc into the canoe. We struck out early in the morning. I being the smaller guy in the front to guide the canoe and he being the bigger stronger guy in the back.
I immediately realized that my friend had the canoe-paddling skills of a cow. I'll continue about that another day.
But the point is that on the way out of the US, we barely could gas up on the even/odd day on my license plate. We had 2 hours and stopped at the last Chinese retaurant before crossing the border. And it was a real Chinese restaurant. There were real Chinese people eating there. The menu was in Chinese!
So we saw an old guy eating a dish of chicken and red bell peppers and that looked safe so we said we would have that. They weren't bell peppers. They were some hot pepper that would peel paint off walls.
We utterly died! I'm a real wimp when it comes to hot spicy things. "Mild" makes my scalp drip sweat. My friend likes "hot chili" and even he was sweating. The old guy laughed and ate 3 superhot peppers while we watched. But we were very hungry and poor, so we ate as much of the chicken as we could. We still remember the 100 Megaton Chicken...
We got into Canada just before midnight with a full tank of gas.
Chicken was not a success on the trip. More about "special chicken" tomorrow...
Saturday, March 2, 2019
Stuff I Filed
I've just re-read the letters again. It's too hard to discuss them.
One letter I can discuss. When we got internet access at work, the first thing I searched was "atheism" (I'm an atheist). The second thing I looked up was the 'Clan Of The Cave Bear' books by Jean Auel. I loved those books. It took a few months before I found a discussion group about them. It was early/mid 90's.
I had been using the internet handle "cavebear" for months because of the books, and when I found the discussion group, I suddenly realized that my handle might seem a bit presumptuous. So I asked permission. They thought that was OK, and I have been "cavebear" on the internet most places for 25 years now.
But things can slowly go wrong on discussion sites. Some guy joined and charmed all the ladies and attacked most of the guys. I called him a drive-by-poster (like drive by shooter) and suddenly I was a "troll" for disagreeing with him.
I left the discussion board so as to not cause further contention, and truth to tell, I was spending so much time there that I wasn't doing much in real life. I left a very polite post saying that I had to get my real life back and I loved them all, but had to leave.
SO, the letter I came across today was from one of the members right after I left. She had visited Washington, DC and was staying close to where I worked on business the year before. We had met for lunch and visited the Smithsonian after. I hadn't returned to the discussion board after announcing I had left. She sent me a 6 page letter AND included all the discuss and comments about my leaving.
I had forgotten about it, but on re-reading it, all the replies were that they really liked my posts and missed my observations. Even the guy who pretty much drove me away posted that he would wiss my sharp challenging comments.
I think he was lying through his teeth. I think he noticed that so many people liked my posts that he didn't want to be in the minority. He was a mean SOB! I couldn't post anything that he wouldn't find a trivial statement he wouldn't build into a major arguement. I didn't understand then about people who accuse you of being what they are (trolls who enjoy meanness) like Donald Trump.
I am debating whether to post this or delete it. Sometimes posts like this are "iffy". I think I'll post it.
One letter I can discuss. When we got internet access at work, the first thing I searched was "atheism" (I'm an atheist). The second thing I looked up was the 'Clan Of The Cave Bear' books by Jean Auel. I loved those books. It took a few months before I found a discussion group about them. It was early/mid 90's.
I had been using the internet handle "cavebear" for months because of the books, and when I found the discussion group, I suddenly realized that my handle might seem a bit presumptuous. So I asked permission. They thought that was OK, and I have been "cavebear" on the internet most places for 25 years now.
But things can slowly go wrong on discussion sites. Some guy joined and charmed all the ladies and attacked most of the guys. I called him a drive-by-poster (like drive by shooter) and suddenly I was a "troll" for disagreeing with him.
I left the discussion board so as to not cause further contention, and truth to tell, I was spending so much time there that I wasn't doing much in real life. I left a very polite post saying that I had to get my real life back and I loved them all, but had to leave.
SO, the letter I came across today was from one of the members right after I left. She had visited Washington, DC and was staying close to where I worked on business the year before. We had met for lunch and visited the Smithsonian after. I hadn't returned to the discussion board after announcing I had left. She sent me a 6 page letter AND included all the discuss and comments about my leaving.
I had forgotten about it, but on re-reading it, all the replies were that they really liked my posts and missed my observations. Even the guy who pretty much drove me away posted that he would wiss my sharp challenging comments.
I think he was lying through his teeth. I think he noticed that so many people liked my posts that he didn't want to be in the minority. He was a mean SOB! I couldn't post anything that he wouldn't find a trivial statement he wouldn't build into a major arguement. I didn't understand then about people who accuse you of being what they are (trolls who enjoy meanness) like Donald Trump.
I am debating whether to post this or delete it. Sometimes posts like this are "iffy". I think I'll post it.
Friday, March 1, 2019
A Good Day
Some days you spend all day doing routine work around the house. Some days you spend all day doing one major infrequent task. Some days you accomplish a lot of fairly unusual stuff.
Today was the last type...
1. My online Mac computer had looked stretched out for a couple of days. Symbols that were supposed to be circles were ovals, the text seemed oddly spaced, some sidebars weren't showing all the information they usually do, and people in pictures looked fat. I had tried a couple of times to correct that in my settings and window sizes, but nothing worked.
2. My offline Windows 95 computer (that I bought a month ago for playing some old favorite games suddenly stopped working). I had just bought cheap speakers for it and there both a typical small round plug and a USB connector on the same speaker wire. There were no actual instructions in the box, so I made a best guess and plugged in the round plug into each of the several small round port in the back. Nothing. So I unplugged that and tried the USB port. Nothing. Then I tried both. Nothing. So I unplugged the speakers entirely assuming they didn't work with such an old computer.
When I restarted the computer, instead of the usual Windows 95 demand to press f1 for setup or Esc to boot, I got a message saying to insert a bootable disk. Naturally, in my cleanup campaign last Fall, I had tossed old "useless" software like the original Win 95 and Win 98 disks... I figured I had shorted something, messed up the installed Win 95 software, or something and would have to haul the tower to the local PC repair shop.
3. I have never been a dedicated paper filer. Oh, I'm ORGANIZED. A file folder for everything. But I tend to just drop stuff on the top of the file cabinet to file "later". The stack was 6" high and I needed several things in it. But sorting the stack out meant I needed space, and my dining table was clutterred. Recipes, DIY articles, computer and security advice, gardening suggestions, medical articles, etc. Yeah, I'm a "clipper". So to de-clutter the table meant I had to file stuff. Catch-22!
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So, today I decided to tackle those annoying problems...
1. I tried another round of correcting the setting on the Mac, to no success. For those who don't have a Mac (and having used both Macs and Windows, I make no judgement). But I use a Mac online, so you can tell which I prefer. And to those of you who use a Mac and have experienced the Finder App, you understand why. The other joy is the way Macs can stay in sleep mode without problems.
But it occurred to me that some problems can be solved just by restarting a computer. So I actually went a step further and SHUT IT OFF! First time in months... After a few minutes, I started it back up. Problem solved! Everything looks normal again. I concluded it was one of those "cats on the keyboard" things. Macs have loads of keyboard shortcuts, and the cats frequently (randomly) activate some and I have to admit some of them take time to figure out how to undo.
One problem solved...
2. Encouraged by that, I sat down at the bewly-purchased old Windows computer. I tried restarting it. No luck. I tried shutting it down. No luck. I tried unplugging it from the surge protector for a few minutes. No luck. Same message demanding a bootable disk. Considering that a visit to the PC repair shop was sure to cost at $200, I was about to but Windows 95 from Amazon or eBay, but them I recalled the stacks of game disks on the bookshelf. I recalled that when I switched form Windows to Mac I had copied all my Windows folders to writable CDs. Mac apps can read most standard Windows formats like .doc, .xls, .jpegs, etc. And I had saved those (and in fact I think there are old pic and docs and even emails that I should retrieve, having deleted some trying to solve a storage proble. 8 years ago, but that is a future project).
What I recalled having ALSO done was copy the entire old Windows C drive the last time I bought a new one (on advice from a clipped article - that's why I clip stuff). And sorting through about 30 jewel case of disks, there it was! A CD labelled "Original From Store Basic Win 98 Configuration" dated 4/23/99...
I hoped the Bootable File would work. I slipped it into the CD drive, restarted the computer, and "Lo And Behold", up came the desired request to choose setup or boot. I chose setup, which means the computer wants you to establish the date and time, display resolution, etc, just like the first time I started it after purchase. It opened Win 95 again, and sure enough, the few files I had added since purchase where there.
When that was done, I took out the old CD copy of the Win 98 program, slipped in the game disk (Civilization II - Best non-real-time play-at-your-own-speed strategic fighting and city-building game of all time... And I could play it again!
Two problems solved...
3. The paperwork filing was in no way tricky, just unbelievably tedious. To make room om the dining table, I sorted out all the clipped articles and set them on the kitchen counters (at this point do I really need to tell you that I had to clean the kitchen first, LOL!)? So after that, I had an empty table to sort out the bills. It's amazing how many types of them there were. Some are monthly or quarterly, so I knew they needed their own spots. Some come in a bunch at once (like vet bills). Some are nearly one-offs (stuff that isn't regular). Those got their own stack. Some were tossable (like the 2017 recycling pickup schedule and my 2018 Health Care Insurance Plan summary).
Iza wanted to help, so that meant rearranging a few stacks. But I eventually got them all sorted out. Which them meant arranging each group by date. Finding the dates on some bills can be hard (companies that keep rearranging the layout on their bills should be penalized).
But I started with the smallest stacks and arranged them on the floor by date (Iza was happy to help again). I filed those. That finally left some space on the table and I got through all the stacks, filing as I went. What a relief. And I found a few of the documents I was looking for. I even had some letters and poems that had stayed on the bottom of the stack the previous time I had sorted and filed stuff.
I think I should end this post and discuss those next time...
But today had some good endings and that doesn't always happen. So I'm pretty pleased with the day's work. And of course that doesn't count the routine stuff. I'm celebrating getting the odd stuff done.
Today was the last type...
1. My online Mac computer had looked stretched out for a couple of days. Symbols that were supposed to be circles were ovals, the text seemed oddly spaced, some sidebars weren't showing all the information they usually do, and people in pictures looked fat. I had tried a couple of times to correct that in my settings and window sizes, but nothing worked.
2. My offline Windows 95 computer (that I bought a month ago for playing some old favorite games suddenly stopped working). I had just bought cheap speakers for it and there both a typical small round plug and a USB connector on the same speaker wire. There were no actual instructions in the box, so I made a best guess and plugged in the round plug into each of the several small round port in the back. Nothing. So I unplugged that and tried the USB port. Nothing. Then I tried both. Nothing. So I unplugged the speakers entirely assuming they didn't work with such an old computer.
When I restarted the computer, instead of the usual Windows 95 demand to press f1 for setup or Esc to boot, I got a message saying to insert a bootable disk. Naturally, in my cleanup campaign last Fall, I had tossed old "useless" software like the original Win 95 and Win 98 disks... I figured I had shorted something, messed up the installed Win 95 software, or something and would have to haul the tower to the local PC repair shop.
3. I have never been a dedicated paper filer. Oh, I'm ORGANIZED. A file folder for everything. But I tend to just drop stuff on the top of the file cabinet to file "later". The stack was 6" high and I needed several things in it. But sorting the stack out meant I needed space, and my dining table was clutterred. Recipes, DIY articles, computer and security advice, gardening suggestions, medical articles, etc. Yeah, I'm a "clipper". So to de-clutter the table meant I had to file stuff. Catch-22!
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So, today I decided to tackle those annoying problems...
1. I tried another round of correcting the setting on the Mac, to no success. For those who don't have a Mac (and having used both Macs and Windows, I make no judgement). But I use a Mac online, so you can tell which I prefer. And to those of you who use a Mac and have experienced the Finder App, you understand why. The other joy is the way Macs can stay in sleep mode without problems.
But it occurred to me that some problems can be solved just by restarting a computer. So I actually went a step further and SHUT IT OFF! First time in months... After a few minutes, I started it back up. Problem solved! Everything looks normal again. I concluded it was one of those "cats on the keyboard" things. Macs have loads of keyboard shortcuts, and the cats frequently (randomly) activate some and I have to admit some of them take time to figure out how to undo.
One problem solved...
2. Encouraged by that, I sat down at the bewly-purchased old Windows computer. I tried restarting it. No luck. I tried shutting it down. No luck. I tried unplugging it from the surge protector for a few minutes. No luck. Same message demanding a bootable disk. Considering that a visit to the PC repair shop was sure to cost at $200, I was about to but Windows 95 from Amazon or eBay, but them I recalled the stacks of game disks on the bookshelf. I recalled that when I switched form Windows to Mac I had copied all my Windows folders to writable CDs. Mac apps can read most standard Windows formats like .doc, .xls, .jpegs, etc. And I had saved those (and in fact I think there are old pic and docs and even emails that I should retrieve, having deleted some trying to solve a storage proble. 8 years ago, but that is a future project).
What I recalled having ALSO done was copy the entire old Windows C drive the last time I bought a new one (on advice from a clipped article - that's why I clip stuff). And sorting through about 30 jewel case of disks, there it was! A CD labelled "Original From Store Basic Win 98 Configuration" dated 4/23/99...
I hoped the Bootable File would work. I slipped it into the CD drive, restarted the computer, and "Lo And Behold", up came the desired request to choose setup or boot. I chose setup, which means the computer wants you to establish the date and time, display resolution, etc, just like the first time I started it after purchase. It opened Win 95 again, and sure enough, the few files I had added since purchase where there.
When that was done, I took out the old CD copy of the Win 98 program, slipped in the game disk (Civilization II - Best non-real-time play-at-your-own-speed strategic fighting and city-building game of all time... And I could play it again!
Two problems solved...
3. The paperwork filing was in no way tricky, just unbelievably tedious. To make room om the dining table, I sorted out all the clipped articles and set them on the kitchen counters (at this point do I really need to tell you that I had to clean the kitchen first, LOL!)? So after that, I had an empty table to sort out the bills. It's amazing how many types of them there were. Some are monthly or quarterly, so I knew they needed their own spots. Some come in a bunch at once (like vet bills). Some are nearly one-offs (stuff that isn't regular). Those got their own stack. Some were tossable (like the 2017 recycling pickup schedule and my 2018 Health Care Insurance Plan summary).
Iza wanted to help, so that meant rearranging a few stacks. But I eventually got them all sorted out. Which them meant arranging each group by date. Finding the dates on some bills can be hard (companies that keep rearranging the layout on their bills should be penalized).
But I started with the smallest stacks and arranged them on the floor by date (Iza was happy to help again). I filed those. That finally left some space on the table and I got through all the stacks, filing as I went. What a relief. And I found a few of the documents I was looking for. I even had some letters and poems that had stayed on the bottom of the stack the previous time I had sorted and filed stuff.
I think I should end this post and discuss those next time...
But today had some good endings and that doesn't always happen. So I'm pretty pleased with the day's work. And of course that doesn't count the routine stuff. I'm celebrating getting the odd stuff done.
Friday, February 22, 2019
Xmas Decorations
I finally boxed up my Xmas decorations today. Yay!!!
It's not as bad as it may seem. You see, I had them in all sorts of odd boxes and I wanted to rearrange them into a few identically-sized ones. And by type. OK, I got a bit obsessive about it.
Like, what goes with a 20 pound enameled steel tree stand? I had door-sized ribbons, large bubble-lights, plastic 2' candy canes, a WHOLE lot of glass pine cones/icicles/snowflakes, bird nests with wooden eggs, etc, etc, etc.
And trying to use identical-sized boxes as I mentioned.
Well, I did it. And here's the cool thing. I took 2' along the wall of the cat's room (they are OK with that, I asked first) a few years ago and installed a pipe up near the ceiling. And hung shower curtains exactly that height on the pipe. I even store the vacuum cleaners and such behind there.
Looks great. The Xmas boxes are all packed in (stack perfectly). Done... They are packed so nicely, I might not even decorate next Xmas... ;) Its the thought that counts, right?
It's not as bad as it may seem. You see, I had them in all sorts of odd boxes and I wanted to rearrange them into a few identically-sized ones. And by type. OK, I got a bit obsessive about it.
Like, what goes with a 20 pound enameled steel tree stand? I had door-sized ribbons, large bubble-lights, plastic 2' candy canes, a WHOLE lot of glass pine cones/icicles/snowflakes, bird nests with wooden eggs, etc, etc, etc.
And trying to use identical-sized boxes as I mentioned.
Well, I did it. And here's the cool thing. I took 2' along the wall of the cat's room (they are OK with that, I asked first) a few years ago and installed a pipe up near the ceiling. And hung shower curtains exactly that height on the pipe. I even store the vacuum cleaners and such behind there.
Looks great. The Xmas boxes are all packed in (stack perfectly). Done... They are packed so nicely, I might not even decorate next Xmas... ;) Its the thought that counts, right?
Wednesday, February 20, 2019
An Odd Spammer
I was suddenly getting 6+ calls per day from a nearby local electrical company (so the phone display said) for several days. I generlly ignore such calls. But when they get too frequent, I like to play games with the callers. And I was getting tired of deleting the "missed calls" manually.
So I picked up the phone. The person I spoke to couldn't get my name right at all:
Hello, are you Nark Via"?
No.
Is Nark Via at home this day?
No.
Who am I speaking to?
Who are you?
I must talk to Nark Via!
Please check your list and get my name right.
Are you [my name]?
Yes.
Why didn't you say so?
You didn't say my name
I said your name. Are you deaf?
I hear you fine. Can you speak English?
Drink poison and die!
CLICK
Later that day, same phone display name BG&E...
"Hello my name is Susan" (female voice in same Indian accent)
Your name is "Susan"? (laughing)
Why do you complain at me like this"?
CLICK
Which was disappointing becauae I had my headset on and was prepared to drag the caller along for as long as as I could by pretending to be interested.
It actually made sense that BG&E was marketing me, since they can offer me electrical service over my local co-op lines. So I called BG&E about the annoying calls. Guess what? Its a problem for them, too. The calls are scammers.
I didn't even think about that, since I like my co-op and wasn't tempted to change providers. They actually appreciated my calling them with details of the calls. They apologized for the spam calls and assured me they weren't causing them (and had their security team trying to find the scammers).
Huh! Sometimes it is worth calling about the "apparent" spammers. *I* felt good about calling them about it, and THEY seemed pleased to get some general day/date/time data about the calls.
The same thing happened a few months ago. I was getting calls from a local carpet-cleaning company. Except they weren't placing the calls. Spoof display...
So don't get mad at the people you THINK are calling you all day. Just let them know they are spoof-victims. They want to know about that because they care about their reputations.
But it WAS some weird calls...
So I picked up the phone. The person I spoke to couldn't get my name right at all:
Hello, are you Nark Via"?
No.
Is Nark Via at home this day?
No.
Who am I speaking to?
Who are you?
I must talk to Nark Via!
Please check your list and get my name right.
Are you [my name]?
Yes.
Why didn't you say so?
You didn't say my name
I said your name. Are you deaf?
I hear you fine. Can you speak English?
Drink poison and die!
CLICK
Later that day, same phone display name BG&E...
"Hello my name is Susan" (female voice in same Indian accent)
Your name is "Susan"? (laughing)
Why do you complain at me like this"?
CLICK
Which was disappointing becauae I had my headset on and was prepared to drag the caller along for as long as as I could by pretending to be interested.
It actually made sense that BG&E was marketing me, since they can offer me electrical service over my local co-op lines. So I called BG&E about the annoying calls. Guess what? Its a problem for them, too. The calls are scammers.
I didn't even think about that, since I like my co-op and wasn't tempted to change providers. They actually appreciated my calling them with details of the calls. They apologized for the spam calls and assured me they weren't causing them (and had their security team trying to find the scammers).
Huh! Sometimes it is worth calling about the "apparent" spammers. *I* felt good about calling them about it, and THEY seemed pleased to get some general day/date/time data about the calls.
The same thing happened a few months ago. I was getting calls from a local carpet-cleaning company. Except they weren't placing the calls. Spoof display...
So don't get mad at the people you THINK are calling you all day. Just let them know they are spoof-victims. They want to know about that because they care about their reputations.
But it WAS some weird calls...
Tuesday, February 19, 2019
Political Days
Politics are wearing me out. Everyone wants to say the issues are all black&white with no nuances. Everything is more complicated than THAT! Any issue has a dozen sides, not just two... I watch a lot of political discussion on TV. Politicians won't even answer a "yes or no" question, just repeat some answer they have memorized that doesn't pin them down to anything.
It's like...
Moderator: What is your favorite color, Senator?
Senator: Plaid.
M: What is your favorite ice cream?
S: Chocolate/Strawberry/Vanilla.
M: Is there "climate change"?
S: It was cold this Winter.
M: What do you think about minorities?
S: Everyone is a minority somewhere.
You get the point. Getting an actual answer on anything is like pounding your head on a rock. So I understand why more and more voters are drawn to politicians who DO say definite things even when those things they say are stupid. And that goes on both sides.
But Trump has developed that to the maximum. On that basis alone, he should be removed from office. I mean, We The People don't deserve to have the ultimate in deception and ludicrousness inflicted upon us. Let's just say we BLEW the 2016 Presidential Election and do what is lawful to replace him with anyone at least competent as a President. And forget he ever happened. OK?
How bad is he? Vice President Mike Pence brought greetings to our European Allies, and the silence was deafening. Not a single representative from Europe even applauded politely. Pence tried a second time to get some applause in his mention of Trump. The results? Crickets...
Biden spoke and got applause...
OK, that's enough...
It's like...
Moderator: What is your favorite color, Senator?
Senator: Plaid.
M: What is your favorite ice cream?
S: Chocolate/Strawberry/Vanilla.
M: Is there "climate change"?
S: It was cold this Winter.
M: What do you think about minorities?
S: Everyone is a minority somewhere.
You get the point. Getting an actual answer on anything is like pounding your head on a rock. So I understand why more and more voters are drawn to politicians who DO say definite things even when those things they say are stupid. And that goes on both sides.
But Trump has developed that to the maximum. On that basis alone, he should be removed from office. I mean, We The People don't deserve to have the ultimate in deception and ludicrousness inflicted upon us. Let's just say we BLEW the 2016 Presidential Election and do what is lawful to replace him with anyone at least competent as a President. And forget he ever happened. OK?
How bad is he? Vice President Mike Pence brought greetings to our European Allies, and the silence was deafening. Not a single representative from Europe even applauded politely. Pence tried a second time to get some applause in his mention of Trump. The results? Crickets...
Biden spoke and got applause...
OK, that's enough...
Monday, February 11, 2019
The New Old Computer
I meant to post pictures of the new old Windows computer with the previous post, but I had over 100 various pictures to process (and I do a lot of resizing, cropping, and light/color adjustment*). Feeling lazy, I didn't. Now I have. Mainly, I took the pics to document the unboxing process in case of damage, but since I had them...
The box was perfectly sized. I mention that only because it seems to be a generic box.
It was very carefully enclosed in bubble wrap.
For an old Windows 95 machine, it was in very good shape.
The A drive (the minidisk) doesn't seem to work, but since I don't have any of those it doesn't matter right now. I could get it replaced if I needed to. It makes a lot of noise when booting up, and I don't remember if that is normal. But it gets quiet again afterwards.
I love the way old Windows towers label the basic ports. It was nice to see ports labeled for the mouse, the keyboard and the monitor. Unfortunately, I didn't have those old mouse and keyboards, but it did have ports for the newer mouses (mice?) and keyboards. An old monitor (I keep stuff) did work (one of those funny old multi-pin plugs).
So I plugged a mouse and keyboard in the USB A style ports right below the labeled ports. And rebooted it. Neither worked, but the monitor did, so at least I got messages about that.
I mentioned I keep stuff. Well, sadly, I had gone on a moderately serious decluttering binge a few months ago and threw out most of my "old never useful again" cables. I bet I tossed a few adapters that would have worked!
So I visited a computer store, a Best Buy, and a Walmart. None of them had the adapters OR any mouse or keyboard with those old PS/2 input cables**.
I went to Amazon. Bless Amazon, they had adaptors. Anxious to play the old Civ2 game, I ordered a pack of 2 adapters AND a dedicated old PS/2 mouse (just to be sure). I could have ordered a PS/2 keyboard, but after I dug around in the computer room closet I found an old one. It was large, it was complicated by dozens of specialized buttons, it was dirty, the letters on the keys are faded.
But it worked...
So the adapters and the PS/2 mouse arrived in a week (3rd party seller). The mouse works perfectly. I cleaned the old keyboard ***. I loaded the game and started at the easiest level (its been a while). After about 16 hours, I am WAY ahead (and only about 1/2 way through). I guess I still remember the basics.
It is like being addicted to some uncommon game (like Stadium Checkers) and meeting a new friend who also loves the game and has it (I do).
Can you guess I love games?
* I don't mean like Photoshopping them, but Mac Preview allows some pretty good fast adjustments. I routinely crop all my pics first, then increase the "definition" to 90 of 100, then increase the lighting (brighten the pics) and lower the color (so Marley doesn't look Neon Orange, LOL). But it is still 1 picture at a time. I wish I could do the settings in groups.
** I don't want anyone to think I just know all the hardware stuff. I had to look up all the kinds of ports to figure out what I needed. Searching "computer port images" was very helpful.
*** I spend a lot of time outdoors so I sort of live around dirt. I learned the best way to clean a keyboard is 1) Unplug it. 2) Vacuum it with a brush nozzle. 3) Turn it upside down and tap the back gently several times. 4) Then spray a glass cleaner on a soft cloth and WHILE holding the keyboard upside down, (so no cleaner gets into the keyboard innards) wipe the keys in all directions. Works for me.
The box was perfectly sized. I mention that only because it seems to be a generic box.
I love the way old Windows towers label the basic ports. It was nice to see ports labeled for the mouse, the keyboard and the monitor. Unfortunately, I didn't have those old mouse and keyboards, but it did have ports for the newer mouses (mice?) and keyboards. An old monitor (I keep stuff) did work (one of those funny old multi-pin plugs).
So I plugged a mouse and keyboard in the USB A style ports right below the labeled ports. And rebooted it. Neither worked, but the monitor did, so at least I got messages about that.
I mentioned I keep stuff. Well, sadly, I had gone on a moderately serious decluttering binge a few months ago and threw out most of my "old never useful again" cables. I bet I tossed a few adapters that would have worked!
So I visited a computer store, a Best Buy, and a Walmart. None of them had the adapters OR any mouse or keyboard with those old PS/2 input cables**.
I went to Amazon. Bless Amazon, they had adaptors. Anxious to play the old Civ2 game, I ordered a pack of 2 adapters AND a dedicated old PS/2 mouse (just to be sure). I could have ordered a PS/2 keyboard, but after I dug around in the computer room closet I found an old one. It was large, it was complicated by dozens of specialized buttons, it was dirty, the letters on the keys are faded.
But it worked...
So the adapters and the PS/2 mouse arrived in a week (3rd party seller). The mouse works perfectly. I cleaned the old keyboard ***. I loaded the game and started at the easiest level (its been a while). After about 16 hours, I am WAY ahead (and only about 1/2 way through). I guess I still remember the basics.
It is like being addicted to some uncommon game (like Stadium Checkers) and meeting a new friend who also loves the game and has it (I do).
Can you guess I love games?
* I don't mean like Photoshopping them, but Mac Preview allows some pretty good fast adjustments. I routinely crop all my pics first, then increase the "definition" to 90 of 100, then increase the lighting (brighten the pics) and lower the color (so Marley doesn't look Neon Orange, LOL). But it is still 1 picture at a time. I wish I could do the settings in groups.
** I don't want anyone to think I just know all the hardware stuff. I had to look up all the kinds of ports to figure out what I needed. Searching "computer port images" was very helpful.
*** I spend a lot of time outdoors so I sort of live around dirt. I learned the best way to clean a keyboard is 1) Unplug it. 2) Vacuum it with a brush nozzle. 3) Turn it upside down and tap the back gently several times. 4) Then spray a glass cleaner on a soft cloth and WHILE holding the keyboard upside down, (so no cleaner gets into the keyboard innards) wipe the keys in all directions. Works for me.
Thursday, February 7, 2019
Old Computer Game, Replayable
This is long, and the last parts are more important that the early parts...
In 1998, bored with discussion boards and playing old established games like Monopoly and chess and scrabble and backgammon, and missing complex strategic games by Avalon Hill like Gettysburg and WWI Origins, I went searching for a good computer game to play. I finally read about a game called Civilization 2. There was a Civilization game where you build cities with buildings and military, etc, but the sequel was more highly rated and complicated. There were competing civilizations, more buildings, economics, and military units and even spaceships to land on Alpha Centuri toward the end. Players raved about it. So I gave it a try.
I bought it on a Friday. I played it 36 hours by Sunday night. I was addicted. I was near the top of my career then, and while there were challenges and problems to solve every day, I was bored. The only step up was into management.
Quite frankly, I don't like having to tell other people what to do (Forgive me, but self-starters like me don't quite understand why anyone needs to be told what to do). Management had long before stopped bothering me with instructions and I thought we good worker types needed fewer managers. So I didn't want to go into management.
It's like the old observation: Those who can't DO, teach. Those who can't TEACH, administrate. Those who can't Adnimistrate, join the School Board.
The money would have been nice, but I had more than I needed. So I enjoyed my little kingdom getting "outstanding" ratings each year and wasn't bothered by anyone. All that Management cared about was that everything I did worked.
But I digress...
Civilization 2 was addictive. It was like chess on steroids. Many more possibilities and the game was far more varied. You never saw the whole board unless you got a spaceship near the end of tye game (and most games did not get to spaceships).
You start on a randomly-constructed world of land and sea. You can choose 2-6 other AI competitors (and they are very good). You choose to face "no barbarian tribes" to "Raging Hordes". You can play at 5 levels of difficulty. The game starts and all you see is a Settler and 10 squares of about 10,000.
You build a city at first in a square you choose. There are valuable land squares scattered around, and the terrain is grass, plains, forest, hills, jungle, etc. Then you choose how to construct a civilization with more cities, technical advancement, military units, useful buildings, etc according to your choice.
Eventually, you come in contact with other civilizations. You can deal with them with diplomacy, war, trade, etc. The other civilizations have their own personalities. Some are militaristic, some peaceful, some traders, some diplomatic, etc.
There are also Wonders Of The World to be constructed (more than the traditional 7). Some provide storage for food in all cities, some increase military strength, some increase technology discovery. It can get maddeningly complicated.
The goal is to either get to Alpha Centuri first or destroy the other civs or at least be more advanced of all the others at the end. The game goes from 4000 BC to around 2100 AD (I forget). But like I said, It is a long complicated game.
A typical game view:
It was just what I wanted.
And then the awful day came! As Windows computers advanced, Civ 2 was no longer playable (bitspeed complications). I tried Civ3 and hated it (it introduced "spheres of influence" where adjacent civs could just absorb your city into their civ, and I hated the loss of control. And my old Windows computer literally fell apart and stopped working. In hindsight, I should have just brought it to the local Windows repair shop. Sometimes, the blinding obvious escapes one...
Several years ago, I tried playing Civ V (said to be similar to Civ 2 but with better graphics). All I found were choices that were SO complicated they were nearly random, and enemy units that could be reduced be almost never eliminated.
I tried hard to "get" the game, but I never did. And my own units FOUGHT me in the direction they would move (apparently, the AI was over-ruling my decisions). I gave up on Civ 3.
So I searched for ways to play Civ 2 on newer Windows and Mac computers. There were a lot of suggestions.
One was to partition a Windows drive to act like that part was an old Windows 98. I couldn't make that work (and I am good at following computer instructions). Another was "How to play abandonware games". I couldn't make that work either. A few other suggestions on Civ 2 discussion sites were no more successful (most comments were "that doesn't work" so I was not alone in my lack of success).
2 weeks ago, I went to Civ 2 discussuon site and someone said her Dad loved the game so much she bought an old Windows workbook for him to play it on and he was thrilled. DUH! Why didn't I think of that before?
So I went to the local PC repair shop and asked about an old Windows PC and showed him the requirements on the game box. His look was of disgust... But he said he might be able to find the parts in a week, but had I checked eBay?
I checked eBay. Bought one (no returns allowed). It arrived. Took some work to find old cables, but I eventually had everything I needed. Turned it on. It rattled for a few minutes, and told me there was no keyboard. Of course there was. It just was recognizing it.
I have a junk closet. Stuff I want to keep for possible future use. I found an old Windows keyboard WAY back in there. Ugly thing with command buttons all over it. Close to this but worse (a series of dedicated buttons on a curve over the top).
I had an old mouse but needed a USN to round port connector and got one from Amazon in 2 days. I connected both and turned the computer on again. It got me to
It worked! I loaded the old Civ2 dick into the drive and continued. It recognized the disk. I went to "escape" to boot to install, and that worked. The game loaded!
I played it briefly to make sure it worked and shut everything down...
Now, if you will forgive me, I have a game to play. You might not see me again for a while...
In 1998, bored with discussion boards and playing old established games like Monopoly and chess and scrabble and backgammon, and missing complex strategic games by Avalon Hill like Gettysburg and WWI Origins, I went searching for a good computer game to play. I finally read about a game called Civilization 2. There was a Civilization game where you build cities with buildings and military, etc, but the sequel was more highly rated and complicated. There were competing civilizations, more buildings, economics, and military units and even spaceships to land on Alpha Centuri toward the end. Players raved about it. So I gave it a try.
I bought it on a Friday. I played it 36 hours by Sunday night. I was addicted. I was near the top of my career then, and while there were challenges and problems to solve every day, I was bored. The only step up was into management.
Quite frankly, I don't like having to tell other people what to do (Forgive me, but self-starters like me don't quite understand why anyone needs to be told what to do). Management had long before stopped bothering me with instructions and I thought we good worker types needed fewer managers. So I didn't want to go into management.
It's like the old observation: Those who can't DO, teach. Those who can't TEACH, administrate. Those who can't Adnimistrate, join the School Board.
The money would have been nice, but I had more than I needed. So I enjoyed my little kingdom getting "outstanding" ratings each year and wasn't bothered by anyone. All that Management cared about was that everything I did worked.
But I digress...
Civilization 2 was addictive. It was like chess on steroids. Many more possibilities and the game was far more varied. You never saw the whole board unless you got a spaceship near the end of tye game (and most games did not get to spaceships).
You start on a randomly-constructed world of land and sea. You can choose 2-6 other AI competitors (and they are very good). You choose to face "no barbarian tribes" to "Raging Hordes". You can play at 5 levels of difficulty. The game starts and all you see is a Settler and 10 squares of about 10,000.
You build a city at first in a square you choose. There are valuable land squares scattered around, and the terrain is grass, plains, forest, hills, jungle, etc. Then you choose how to construct a civilization with more cities, technical advancement, military units, useful buildings, etc according to your choice.
Eventually, you come in contact with other civilizations. You can deal with them with diplomacy, war, trade, etc. The other civilizations have their own personalities. Some are militaristic, some peaceful, some traders, some diplomatic, etc.
There are also Wonders Of The World to be constructed (more than the traditional 7). Some provide storage for food in all cities, some increase military strength, some increase technology discovery. It can get maddeningly complicated.
The goal is to either get to Alpha Centuri first or destroy the other civs or at least be more advanced of all the others at the end. The game goes from 4000 BC to around 2100 AD (I forget). But like I said, It is a long complicated game.
A typical game view:
It was just what I wanted.
And then the awful day came! As Windows computers advanced, Civ 2 was no longer playable (bitspeed complications). I tried Civ3 and hated it (it introduced "spheres of influence" where adjacent civs could just absorb your city into their civ, and I hated the loss of control. And my old Windows computer literally fell apart and stopped working. In hindsight, I should have just brought it to the local Windows repair shop. Sometimes, the blinding obvious escapes one...
Several years ago, I tried playing Civ V (said to be similar to Civ 2 but with better graphics). All I found were choices that were SO complicated they were nearly random, and enemy units that could be reduced be almost never eliminated.
I tried hard to "get" the game, but I never did. And my own units FOUGHT me in the direction they would move (apparently, the AI was over-ruling my decisions). I gave up on Civ 3.
So I searched for ways to play Civ 2 on newer Windows and Mac computers. There were a lot of suggestions.
One was to partition a Windows drive to act like that part was an old Windows 98. I couldn't make that work (and I am good at following computer instructions). Another was "How to play abandonware games". I couldn't make that work either. A few other suggestions on Civ 2 discussion sites were no more successful (most comments were "that doesn't work" so I was not alone in my lack of success).
2 weeks ago, I went to Civ 2 discussuon site and someone said her Dad loved the game so much she bought an old Windows workbook for him to play it on and he was thrilled. DUH! Why didn't I think of that before?
So I went to the local PC repair shop and asked about an old Windows PC and showed him the requirements on the game box. His look was of disgust... But he said he might be able to find the parts in a week, but had I checked eBay?
I checked eBay. Bought one (no returns allowed). It arrived. Took some work to find old cables, but I eventually had everything I needed. Turned it on. It rattled for a few minutes, and told me there was no keyboard. Of course there was. It just was recognizing it.
I have a junk closet. Stuff I want to keep for possible future use. I found an old Windows keyboard WAY back in there. Ugly thing with command buttons all over it. Close to this but worse (a series of dedicated buttons on a curve over the top).
I had an old mouse but needed a USN to round port connector and got one from Amazon in 2 days. I connected both and turned the computer on again. It got me to
It worked! I loaded the old Civ2 dick into the drive and continued. It recognized the disk. I went to "escape" to boot to install, and that worked. The game loaded!
I played it briefly to make sure it worked and shut everything down...
Now, if you will forgive me, I have a game to play. You might not see me again for a while...
Saturday, February 2, 2019
Google Earth - Previous Residences
Do you ever use Google Earth to look at past places you've lived? I do. Because I wonder how things have changed. Even when I was young, I recall the houses and yards. Dad used to do a lot of work in the yard and I did in my own places later.
So I decided to actually look at each today and show the changes. Some are minor, some are drastic. I won't give details, who knows what SOME company might find useful, LOL!
1. It was a 2 story old house when I was there. It has been utterly replaced. The 20'x30' sandbox Dad built is gone. The grape arbors are gone. The outbuilding party building is gone. The field of wild blackberries (where we kids stuffed ourselves in Summer) is gone. The slope where we sledded most Winter days is now full of trees.
I drove past the old place in the early 80s on business in Boston. I stopped and looked. It was the same place. I didn't go knock on the door. I wish I had. The owners might have been thrilled. I really regret that.
The next place I lived was in Petersburg. Quite a surprise moving from Massachusetts to Virginia in the late 50s. We had to study Virginia History (mostly how evil the North was to the South). We were the only kids in in school from "The North" and were not liked.
The house is the same. Dad built a massive roof over the sunken patio using tranluscent plastic. I see it is shingled now. The part covered with trees in the right back used to be a putting green Dad set up (of golf Course quality). Mom and Dad both loved golfing, so they practiced there often (drive for show, putt for dough). There used to be a fence he built around the back yard and I see it has been replaced with shrubs. Apparently the lawn has become Zoysia grass. Awful stuff; green in Winter but brown in Summer. The trees in center left cover what was the gravel driveway Dad and I build to Roman quality roads. As a mechanical engineer, he never did things halfway (much to my dismay as a teen converted to serf labor). There were gardens and borders of strawberries when we left. Those are all gone now.
We moved to MD after that. The house looks about the same. My room (my first ever own room) is the left back window. The yard is ruined though. Dad and I and my brother spent a Summer building an below ground swimming pool from a massive kit when I was 15. Worst Summer of my life!
Dad had some company dump 3 dumptruck loads of dirt in the back and then dig a pit to his specifications. And he wasn't wasting any dirt. He knew the dug-out dirt would match the slope he needed around the outside. Engineers LOL...
I spent the Summer digging out soil to precise depths and tamping it down flat with a damned heavy flat weight. My brother was younger, so not expected to do much except when Dad was there to guide him. But I worked like a mule all Summer in the heat.
When the hole was to specifications, we had to install 4' sections of metal panels and drill holes in them for bolts. Drilling through metal with a handheld drill is not easy. Bits broke constantly. But entually we had the steel panels assembled. Then we had to backfill around the outsides. Guess who did most of THAT?
Finally, we installed this HUGE plastic liner. It was AWFUL. It had to be slid along some plastic ribs inch by inch. And we had to do it from above because you couldn't walk on the sand layer the liner would rest on.
Dad designed and built a diving board and a pool filter and skimmer. Too tricky for me, really. Then came the day when a water tanker arrived to fill the pool. Dad was fanatic about angling the input pipes so as to not put pressure on the bottom (and well he should).
When it was filled, we had to wait 4 days for the water to get to ambient temperature. We dove in, and I thought I would freeze to death. I seldom went swimming in it and went off to college 3 years later only daring it in the heat of August.
And after Mom and Dad moved to NH, these people who bought the house filled the pool with dirt to bury it. It was to left of the pin...
And not only that, they completely ersaded the garden and the landscaping. The lower right of the house had a wonderful broad patch of boxwoods and butterfly bushes I had installed to get my Boy Scout Landscaping Badge. If they wanted a yard like a pool table top, why didn't they just buy one?
After several apartments after college, I rented a house with a friend. It was treeless except for an old apple tree. I was experimentig with raised garden boxes. so I built a star-shaped one in the lower left, an octagonal one on the opposite side of the sidewalk, planted marigolds along the sidewalk sides, removed the old apple tree (with the owners approval) and grew veggies there.
You can see the outline of the left star. Just a few years ago, you could see the outline of the right octagon. The trees have exploded into growth, hiding the old veggie garden.
So here I am in my Forever House. There are fewer trees and greenery than this pictures shows. A lot of that is wild underbrush and blackberries I cut down last fall. The stuff at the bottom is a screened garden and 2 toolsheds. The lower left is all cleared...
The good thing about this place is that if I ever leave it, I probably won't be capable of looking back at it...
So I decided to actually look at each today and show the changes. Some are minor, some are drastic. I won't give details, who knows what SOME company might find useful, LOL!
1. It was a 2 story old house when I was there. It has been utterly replaced. The 20'x30' sandbox Dad built is gone. The grape arbors are gone. The outbuilding party building is gone. The field of wild blackberries (where we kids stuffed ourselves in Summer) is gone. The slope where we sledded most Winter days is now full of trees.
The next place I lived was in Petersburg. Quite a surprise moving from Massachusetts to Virginia in the late 50s. We had to study Virginia History (mostly how evil the North was to the South). We were the only kids in in school from "The North" and were not liked.
The house is the same. Dad built a massive roof over the sunken patio using tranluscent plastic. I see it is shingled now. The part covered with trees in the right back used to be a putting green Dad set up (of golf Course quality). Mom and Dad both loved golfing, so they practiced there often (drive for show, putt for dough). There used to be a fence he built around the back yard and I see it has been replaced with shrubs. Apparently the lawn has become Zoysia grass. Awful stuff; green in Winter but brown in Summer. The trees in center left cover what was the gravel driveway Dad and I build to Roman quality roads. As a mechanical engineer, he never did things halfway (much to my dismay as a teen converted to serf labor). There were gardens and borders of strawberries when we left. Those are all gone now.
Dad had some company dump 3 dumptruck loads of dirt in the back and then dig a pit to his specifications. And he wasn't wasting any dirt. He knew the dug-out dirt would match the slope he needed around the outside. Engineers LOL...
I spent the Summer digging out soil to precise depths and tamping it down flat with a damned heavy flat weight. My brother was younger, so not expected to do much except when Dad was there to guide him. But I worked like a mule all Summer in the heat.
When the hole was to specifications, we had to install 4' sections of metal panels and drill holes in them for bolts. Drilling through metal with a handheld drill is not easy. Bits broke constantly. But entually we had the steel panels assembled. Then we had to backfill around the outsides. Guess who did most of THAT?
Finally, we installed this HUGE plastic liner. It was AWFUL. It had to be slid along some plastic ribs inch by inch. And we had to do it from above because you couldn't walk on the sand layer the liner would rest on.
Dad designed and built a diving board and a pool filter and skimmer. Too tricky for me, really. Then came the day when a water tanker arrived to fill the pool. Dad was fanatic about angling the input pipes so as to not put pressure on the bottom (and well he should).
When it was filled, we had to wait 4 days for the water to get to ambient temperature. We dove in, and I thought I would freeze to death. I seldom went swimming in it and went off to college 3 years later only daring it in the heat of August.
And after Mom and Dad moved to NH, these people who bought the house filled the pool with dirt to bury it. It was to left of the pin...
After several apartments after college, I rented a house with a friend. It was treeless except for an old apple tree. I was experimentig with raised garden boxes. so I built a star-shaped one in the lower left, an octagonal one on the opposite side of the sidewalk, planted marigolds along the sidewalk sides, removed the old apple tree (with the owners approval) and grew veggies there.
You can see the outline of the left star. Just a few years ago, you could see the outline of the right octagon. The trees have exploded into growth, hiding the old veggie garden.
So here I am in my Forever House. There are fewer trees and greenery than this pictures shows. A lot of that is wild underbrush and blackberries I cut down last fall. The stuff at the bottom is a screened garden and 2 toolsheds. The lower left is all cleared...
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