The first PC I ever owned was one I built back in 2006. It was decent at the time, even for what the pros called an entry level set up. Eventually I upgraded it as far as it could go to a 3.4 Ghz Pentium D dual-core processor (Luckily the D101ggc motherboard supported it), a couple of gigs of ram and a decent video card for the time.
The reason why should be obvious to anyone who has read my postings long enough. The asshole recruiter from New Fuckin' York said these sons of bitches want someone who can be on-site. In Palm Bay. Since I can't drive, this is yet another job I could never fucking get.
I keep getting calls from various numbers claiming to be the Social Security Administration saying that legal action will be taken against me, including threatening possible arrest, if I don't call them back.
It's pretty clear this is a scam because the numbers lead nowhere and the messages sound like automated bots.
Has anyone else encountered this?
Say what you want about the New York Times, but this one is important. The Capitalist Party of the United States is proposing yet another attack on people with disabilities:
[video:https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=J0eSWi958YY]
I thought about posting this in this morning's Open Thread, but I thought it better to post a blog instead, having experienced many things described in this video myself.
Recently the temperature sensors on my current graphics card have died. A good way to tell this is to look at the readings on your device's software (i.e. AMD Catalyst). If the temperature in the overclock section reads something like, say, -128 Celsius, that usually means the sensors are screwed. As a result, the fan now runs full-blast regardless of activity, meaning the fan will likely burn out sooner or later.
Or more likely, I simply got a robomail from a group supporting the Blue Pig Faction calling itself "Next Gen America". Here's a little snippet:
Hello,
Injustice has existed in the United States since long before Donald Trump came around, with a Constitution containing as many flaws as noble aspirations.
As the semester nears its end, I find myself questioning everything I've ever done as far as finding a career is concerned. Every job wants that magic piece of plastic that says one can drive and the other requirements get more ridiculous by the year.
I have no way to know just yet. Midnight here has hyperthyroidism, a common diagnosis for cats at or close to 12 years of age. He's lost a good deal of body weight over the past few weeks and has had diarrhea as well. He's been eating quite a bit more as a result.
