JamesSavik

50 views and no comments? I've seen some stuff posted here that sucked so bad roaches wouldn't crawl on it that always got 5 polite comments. Thanks for nothing.

Operation Hammerhead is part of it. The whole thing is part of a larger story arc of which Hammerhead is a part. The Official History of the War on the Cygnus Rim is done in the style of a history book. I emulate the style of naval historian Samuel Eliot Morrison. This furnishes the setting for a number of other stories of which Hammerhead is a part. I figured that if I was going to build a universe, I wanted it to be large and colorful enough to sustain a number of projects.

Stability [in regard to operating systems] The OS does not flop, lock up up or blue screen at the drop of a hat. Tolerates faults in applications without crashing the entire system. Can operate for long periods of time without rebooting. Efficiently recycles memory without fragmentation or memory leaks. Linux systems are designed from the bottom up for stability by using fixed size data structures in the kernel. Microsoft OS's use varable sized data structures in their kernel which are prone to stack and buffer overflows and other big problems when applications layer software misbehaves. As these OS's support legecy code, they are supporting applications which were originally designed with target OS Win 98, Win ME, Win XT, Win XP, Win XP SP1, Win XP SP2 in mind.

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Part 2 - The Lessons of Sheba As I spent more and more time with Sheba, I was amazed at how smart she was. While some people think that cats are dumb, Sheba possessed a great wealth of what most of us consider common sense. The more time you spend around people, you quickly discover how uncommon this virtue really is. Sheba's lessons were easy, they always made sense and they have served me well when I was smart to apply them. To this very day they are relevant and keep me grounded. 1. Eat when you are hungry, drink when you are thirsty, sleep when you are tired and always play a little bit every day. 2. Play with reckless abandon and for the simple joy of it. 3. Even a rainy day can be improved by a nap. 4. Curiosity is a virtue that delivers new wonders every day. 5. Practicing caution is easier than growing new fur or healing cuts. 6. Never sniff a bee. 7. Nothing is improved by worrying. 8. Avoid things that smell bad. 9. Don't drink or eat anything that doesn't smell right. 10. Fighting is to be avoided but if you must, you will find that your spirit, the fire inside, will make you bigger and stronger than you know. 11. There is no disgrace in climbing a tree to avoid a fight that you can't win. 12. Always keep your head because you only have one and you don't want to lose it.

Never believe a review of a Microshaft product. They are bought and paid for. If a magazine or website gives M$ a bad review, the Evil Empire will pull their advertising. Therefore reviews for M$ products have to be taken with a mountain of salt. Nothing- all the marketing, kludged code or fancy add campaigns can make Vista anything more than a stinking, reeking pile of crap.

After years of hearing bullsh*t promises from Microshaft, I'll believe it when I see it. I'll check it out when I PIRATE a copy cause I'm not sending another damned dime to the redmond crowd. They have yet to, in any OS release at any time, delivered a product with 1/3rd the stability of Linux.

Microsoft has a reputation for releasing software entirely too early and using paying customers as alpha and beta testers. I would assume that anything before their "offical" release would be prone to explode with out warning or provocation. Conventional wisdom regarding Micro-sloppy products is to leave them alone for a year or two and let other people suffer through the process of refinement as the worst (or at least the most obvious) bugs are cleaned up.

Part 1 - Sheba When I was almost six I wanted a dog. I didn't want just any dog. I wanted a big fraggin' dog. Big enough to eat bad kids and ride to school. On my sixth birthday I got a surprise. It wasn't a dog. It was a cute little black kitten with a fuzzy tail. I didn't really want a fuzzy tailed kitten but this one kinda grew on me. And climbed on me. And ambushed my ankles. Stood on her back feet with paws extened like a boxer to challenge me. It didn't take long for her to win my heart. We named her Sheba because it didn't take long for her to assert her royal birthright as queen of the household. While Sheba was jett black, she had quite a lot of Siamese in her. She had the intelligence, the loud, demanding voice, strong will and indomitable spirit that characterize the breed. In bright light, you could see her brown "points" on her face and paws. It didn't take too long for our roles to reverse. I was no longer a kid raising a kitten. I was a kid being raised by a cat. In those days my Dad's job kept him on the road 4 days out of five. My mom was a teacher who didn't get home until 5:00. When I got home from school at 2:30 Sheba was always glad to see me. She would purr real loud and do little figure eights around my feet. She was great company. She always liked to watch TV and, unlike other people, she never insisted on changing the channel. Over the next year or two Sheba and I both grew and regardless of bad weather, bad moods or bad luck I could always count on Sheba to be waiting for me beside the door.

You probably won't believe this but it's true. A few weeks ago, I started noticing that my otherwise fearless Black tomcat Fast Eddie and his mate Sweetie were hiding in the garage. Not only were they hiding, they were a mess: Fast Eddie had notches in his ears and poor Sweetie was missing a big tuft of furr out of her tail. It's unusual for Fast Eddie to lose a fight. He's a huge Tomcat that could easily be mistaken for a panther. Over the next few days I noticed: piles of bird feathers Other cats from the neighborhood missing Other dogs from the neighborhood missing Fast Eddie and Sweetie roughed up a little more every day I made a point to find what it was that was giving my cats such a hard time. About 2:00am last night, I heard a cat fight so I took the old mag light a looked out the back door. I spotted the culprit immediatly: it was a HUGE white cat with medium length furr. His most striking characteristic a spot of black furr under his nose that made him look like he had a Hitler mustasch. I told him to scram. Unlike most cats he just looked at me... as my two cowardly cats ran inside so fast they looked like two fuzzy streaks. My two cats will be staying inside recovering from their wounds until Hitler-cat finds a new territory. I'll be feeding my cats inside so Hitler-cat will have to look elsewhere for a free meal. Maybe he cat eat the noisy pit bull next door.

Dom A few years ago, a lady in our town who ran a day care got in big trouble. Two of her workers quit and it was only her and a twenty 2-8 year olds. She took up the slack by slipping them a small dose of valium. Dopey kids are easier to manage I suppose but, like many seemingly useful and pragmatic work-arounds, turns out to be a felony. My respects, James

he looks like the kids I used to shake down for lunch money

Actually- its very easy to build the database. You simply enter the ISBN or Lib of Congress catalog number- a query is sent to the database and POOF! There's a record. The more you have, the longer it takes but its worth it. Library thing has a limit of 200 records for free accounts but I paid $25 and have a permament account.

If he's wearing a red shirt, he's a dead man

That's not much these days since everything sucks and the world is circling the bowl. My library is bad assed. It gives me something that I can get lost in for days. There's a web site called Library Thing that lets you build a a online database of your books cross linked to user reviews. You can gaze upon my library in all its glory and despair here. Everyone should have a database of the contents of their library. It's good to have over and above the insurance purposes. It's important to know what you have. It prevents duplication when you go on a Barnes & igNobles frenzy and face it- who doesn't go nuts when there are piles and piles of books that you haven't read and there's earth shaking knowlege to be had. Who hasn't impaled their Visa card at Borders or Books-a-million. I confess: I have a club card for all three. There is power in knowlege and I am powerful. Now if I can just stay sane, I might just amount to something more than the angry depressed web guy that I've been lately. The holidaze are over so things are looking up. trying to end on a positive note: when you don't have any friends, you don't spend to much on Christmas. L8er

Chicken Salad *runs from large hurled objects*

I've been to hell. They asked me to leave when it became obvious that if they let me stay in six months I would be running the place.

Screw "being supportive". Tell him if he wants a b*tch that he's got the wrong orientation.

I agree- the best room mates are NO room mates. If you must have one to make rent, that's another issue but I believe in being self-sufficent. I don't put myself in the position of needing to depend on anyone else because people suck and you will be disappointed. If you depend on someone else to make rent, a ride to work or anything else, make it your business to become self-sufficent ASAP because it is only a matter of time until you get burned and you can be burned badly.

One of the big bones of contention over Collision was how dark we allowed the plot to get. Some of the authors wanted it to stay rated G. I like to address sociological issues/social trends in my writings- prehaps allowing some people to see how the other half lives or see something in action that they've only heard about and probably never thought much about. When I suggested that one of the characters had been abused and filmed under the influence of the date rape drug (GHB) as a possible MOTIVE some of the other authors responded like I had cloven hoves and a forked tail. Then we had the old debate: if you write a murder mystery are you advocating homicide or is it simply an element of the plot. Some people have a real problem with that. If you are going to do a collaboration, then you've got to know where the boundaries are. Otherwise it will be the seeds for a fight that could potentially wreak the project.

Only y-o-u can choose to allow yourself to be abused. You can tell them to get lost at any time. On the other hand you might consider yourself lucky to have some friends around. Most of mine have been dead for years and its during the holidays that I really miss them.

I hate boy bands. It's not they they aren't cute and all- their music is usually sugary sweet crap. Listen to some Bay City Rollers, Leif Garrett's band from back in the day and one of the first "formula" boy bands- and see if it doesn't make you want to hurl... despite an obviously talented shirtless Leif. Boy Bands target market are 10-14 year old girls and it sounds like drivel to more mature ears.

In a second. It sucks to be gay. We are stalked by our very own special, incurable virus that can kill you all sorts of agonizing ways. We face all kind of discrimination from day 1, many of us are abused horribly in the guise of loving dicipline to motivate us to change. Not to mention it's so hard finding a mate that's not promiscious, mentally scarred and/or screwed up. In my experience the pain of being gay far outweights any joy that goes with it. This is of course a generational thing. Many kids (thirty and under) have grown up in very different conditions in which they were accepted for who they are. Their answer will be quite different.

Thanksgiving to New Years sucks. It's the time of year for drooling sentimentality that makes me want to slap the shit out of low brow yokels humming Jingle-bells. I want to murder those bell ringing f**kers at the mall and set them on fire. Why do I hate the holidays? It's the time of year when your're supposed to get together with old friends. Have a drink or ten, party, make a jackass of yourself- all the stuff I used to be so good at and enjoyed immensly. What if all your old friends are dead? What if you watched them all die one by one in the eighties and early ninties? I'm at a weird age for a gay man in my part of the country. I'm sorta like the last of the Mohicans. All the other gay men, or at least the ones with the guts to be out, my age are either long gone or long dead. That'll f**K you up. You start wondering why you survived when so many others died. How did I get lucky? Or are the lucky ones already gone? What did I do for Christmas? I looked up the squares of my old friends on the AIDS quilt. I probably would have cried but I think my pain receptors are burned out. I no longer have to do drugs to avoid feeling anything.

I am concentrated evil. It is more of a matter of finding an editor that can tolerate me.