If It Can Be Broken, I Will Break It!

Broke my Ubuntu Studio. Trying to fix it now. Will probably be offline a day or so. Or not. I just don’t know. Seems to be an invalid entry in the fstab file. Have been able to boot into recover/root mode but couldn’t remember how to edit that file. Looked it up and wrote it down!

Then there is still remembering how to edit a file in root mode at the command prompt. Haven’t used VI in ages! Hope there is an “Edit” I can use.

If nothing else I can always reinstall Ubuntu Studio without formatting the /Home directory. (But, oh shit, the rebuilding that would have to be done!!!)

Shrank the Windows 7 partition. Booted to Windows to check mail and look that stuff up. Did a bunch of checks and rebooted but came right up. So I know I can boot back into Windows 7 if I have to.


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I Won’t Say I’m Lazy…

But, Damn! I haven’t really done anything today but scan the radio, watch Tv, or Poop! I’ll leave you to figure out the order of those! Hey, me and Poop Dog did manage to get out for a walk even though it was still raining.


But I did get off my ass, wash my hands, and make fried chicken, Spanish rice (sort of) & veggies for dinner. SWMBO was duly appreciative. (Meaning she ate everything on her plate.)


There’s just not much else going on. JAG marathon? Maybe just the two NCIS-crossover episodes?


MCARC 10-meter Chat Net last night went well even though we had only a few check-in’s. We’ll see how the 2-meter Chat Net goes tonight.

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Donald & Daisy

Donald Duck and Daisy Duck were spending the night together in a hotel room and Donald wanted to have sex with Daisy.
The first thing Daisy asked was, “Do you have a condom?”
Donald frowned and said, “No.” Daisy told Donald that if he didn’t get a condom, they could not have sex.

“Maybe they sell them at the front desk,” she suggested.

So Donald went down to the lobby and asked the hotel clerk if they had condoms.
“Yes, we do,” the clerk said and pulled a box out from under the counter and gave it to Donald.
The clerk asked, “Would you like me to put them on your bill?”
“Thit No!” Donald quacked, “I’ll thuffocate!”


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