The Windows 10 Blues

I had mentioned back on April 15th that I’m now on a spare computer that I’ve kept around for a couple of years, with the one I had been using turning on and then refusing to boot one Friday night.  It’s almost an exact duplicate of the HP computer I was previously on, except it has a speed of 1.3 GHZ (as opposed to the 1.9 the old one had) and it has 250 GB of hard drive space as opposed to the 500 GB I previous had.  I have an external hard drive, so space is not that big a deal for me.

Chrome, for some reason, runs real SLOW on this computer.  Don’t know why that is.  Went back to Firefox for the time being for the most part.

In trying to figure out why the new computer wasn’t going so fast, I discovered the builds for Windows 10, which proved to be a big mistake.  When I figured out that it could give computers problems, it was too late to get out of getting it for me.  Don’t get me wrong, the upgrade looks spiffy and all that, but the problem is that the computer is rather pushy about giving you the newest builds.  You could be in the middle of something else and Windows alerts you that its ready to give you its latest adjustments, and how knows when the computer will be yours again.

To that point, on my computer these builds take forever to load up.  The latest one I put on here started at 5pm Sunday, and didn’t finish up until 6am or so the next morning!  Then I run CCleaner and Advanced System Care just to get things running as fast as possible, and with so much to adjust, that tends to take another hour.

The moral of the story: wait for Windows 10 to fully come out before you take the plunge.  It may save you a lot of time.


Bait And Switch At The Ball Game

In the fall of 1984, I was in the 8th grade at Largo Middle, and one Friday night I went to a Largo High football game all by myself.  I often watched ball games that way, interested in the outcomes, and not interested in the social activities.  My neighborhood chum “Gary” also went to the game, and approached me with this gal pal I knew at the time, an attractive brunette who I’ll call “Hannah” here.

This one evening, Gary is trying to set me up to get me laid at the ripe old age of 13.  He gets me thinking that it’s going to be with Hannah, which would have been quite a score because I’m fond of her.  Instead, I find out that Gary and Hannah are actually trying to get me set up with Hannah’s friend “Bertha”, also a brunette but also a heavy-set girl, just as I was a heavy-set boy.  I don’t even think Bertha was interested in me, just going thru the motions and trying to coax me into whatever mischief awaited me that night.

Plus, I didn’t have any rubbers on me.  What 13 year-old kid carries prophylactics?

My “Spidey Sense” was pretty good back then, despite me not being a big-time social flower.  After seeing and hearing this for a few minutes, I walk away.  I smelt some kind of ruse, and I was also afraid that somehow Bertha was going to be used by Hannah and Gary just as I was, even though she appeared to be in on the gag.

I don’t need matchmakers.  I know what I like.


Inside Information

Manny Pacquiao is on the left, Floyd
Manny Pacquiao is on the left, Floyd “Money” Mayweather on the right in their much ballyhooed fight on May 2, 2015. The fight went the scheduled 12 rounds, with all three judges agreeing that Mayweather won the fight.

The two big little men of prizefighting had their big fight Saturday Night past, with Floyd Mayweather beating Manny Pacquiao to unify three portions of the jigsaw puzzle of trying to decipher who is the champion of boxing’s welterweight division.  It was later revealed that Pacquiao was fighting with a sore shoulder, which wasn’t revealed to the organization running the fight, the state athletic commission of Nevada.

The fact that Pacquiao hid his injury wasn’t surprising at all, at least to me.

When I lived briefly in Vegas in 1996 (which I’ve mentioned on this blog a few times), I happened to meet one of Julio Cesar Chavez Sr.’s attorneys a few days before his (Julio’s) fight with Oscar De La Hoya at the Luxor Hotel sportsbook. When I asked how Julio was doing in a general way of speaking, he got tight lipped for some reason, saying he couldn’t say too much about it for legal reasons.

When the fight took place, I figured out right away why the lawyer was so tight lipped.

Julio got a bad cut from a punch only a minute and change into the very first round, losing the fight on cuts in the fourth round.  It is very rare in big time professional boxing to lose on cuts that quickly unless the fighters happen to butt heads or a massive cut opens up.

A lot of these fighters start off in poverty, hungry to make money for themselves and their family, and perhaps it’s a mindset that can’t be escaped.  Chavez was almost 34 when he fought Oscar that night in 1996.  Manny Pacquiao is 36 now.  When these fighters get to that age, perhaps they think a bit more about that financial security than their injuries and condition, and whether or not they can win against a fighter of equal or greater skill.

As for boxing and the decades old marriage between prizefighting and Las Vegas, were will they go from here?  Glad I didn’t spend nearly $100 for that fight, but it’s possible the fight game won’t see a fight this big for a long while.

Flashback Friday: “Naturally Stoned” by The Avant-Garde

The Avant Garde scored their only top 40 hit in 1968 with this neat little ditty.  The lead singer is somebody named Chuck Woolery.  I think some of you may have heard of him, as I heard he’s been on TV for just a little while, that is if you consider six decades quite a while.

More blogging goodness next week…