Micrsoft.com: How to Remove Linux and Install Windows on Your Computer - One of my favorite parts:

"Windows and Linux can coexist on the same computer. For additional information, refer to your Linux documentation." (Cause we're sure as heck not going to tell you how to do it.)

(via Digg.com)

I passed my exam last night, so now I am a CompTIA Network+ certified computer technician. It's no big deal. If you ever need to know the maximun segment length for a 10Base2 network*, you can just ask me.

*185 meters

Happy father's day, Dad. For some things my brother has learned from Dad, check out this photo album.

This is one of the more interesting optical illusions I've seen recently.

Last night I played some Starcraft online with Brendon and Tim. A few days before that I was playing with Brendan and Henry. If there's anyone else who want to play with us, then drop me a line and get in on the next game. We should be playing again next Tuesday if not sooner.

My brother Mike has started a podcast, which makes four that are hosted here on Brendoman.com. Here's his first episode, and here's the feed you can use to subscribe to it.

   

I caught a catterpillar nibbling on my parsley in my garden. Emma and I put it in a little jar from a bug hunting kit she has and it became our pet for a few days. Then it formed a cocoon and after a few weeks a butterfly came out.

Oh, yes. Temporary tattoo paper for my inkjet printer. Emma gets one or two tattoos a day (part of her potty training), and now I can make some custom ones for her. Homestar Runner tattoo? A picture of her friend? The sky's the limit. I may even have to make a Brendoman.com tattoo. If you have any requests, just email me the graphic and I'll put it on one of the pages.

Brendan and I recorded a little podcast last night via Skype. It's pretty nerdy, so don't say I didn't warn you.

I’m feeling a little introspective tonight…we’ll see where this goes. I’ve been thinking a lot about my character lately—where I’ve come from, what examples of good humans surround me (and have been around me in the past) and about what I’ve done with what I know. I think it all boils down to my reaction to the playground injustice. (You know the story—you are on the playground, minding your own business, some idiot does something stupid and then, there you are, up against the wall for the rest of recess because the teacher decided to punish collectively.)There are two types of people in this world: one type accepts this punishment calmly, realizing that, at one time or another, he or she probably caused an incident resulting in recess grounding and that this is some sort of payback method; the other type screams ‘unfair’ and proceeds to tell the whole story, every minute detail, in order to escape punishment or to somehow render the whole world right again. I’ll let you guess which type I am. (Hint: it’s not the first one.)

If you still don’t have a clue, here’s some more evidence:

I can be a femi-nazi. I get worked up over the most inane things if they are even remotely sexist.

I’m angry. I’ve been working on this for at least 10 years, and it seems to get worse. I just need the emotional release I get from yelling or something. Unfortunately, I always seem to let it go around others.

At least once a week I want to completely submerge myself in a television drama (usually 2 or 3 episodes—thank you TBS—last summer it was Dawson’s; this summer it’s Ed) so that I don’t have to think about how much I suck. Or how much other people suck. Or how little of anything makes sense.

And that’s just three—I think if I thought of more I might have to watch TV all night.

I guess the point is that I think I am stuck in perpetual playground mode, and I’m the little girl everyone loves to hate—the tattletale. What more is a tattletale than someone who thinks her existence is more important than anyone else? The crazy thing is that I’m working so hard to perpetuate an existence for a person that I don’t even like.

By the way, this is Sara, not Danny. Please don’t call him tomorrow and ask if he needs to go to the nuthouse. As for me…you all have come to expect this by now.