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Originally posted by 6ixStringJack:
Can you open the book directly from your USB stick now?

If so, you can now open that book from any laptop or PC that you put it in that has Office installed.



Even if you don't have office installed and one day you're in a position where you'd need to pay for a subscription version of Word in the future, you can always easily open it up in Google Docs for free with a gmail account. It would take a little bit for you to get used to the differences there, but at least for now there are free alternatives if this ever becomes an issue.



As for the photos, I would first "Create New Folder" on the USB stick and name it something like "Images" or "Photos" before you copied all of your photos to the drive, just to make certain you're not dumping everything just on the highest folder in the tree. If you had a ton of photos you were moving and you just move them to the highest level of the drive which is where I assume your book now is, you're going to kind of bury your book under the pictures.

It would still be there alphabetically (or any other way you sorted your files), but you'd probably have to dig for it any time you wanted to pull it up, or at least use the search function to narrow down the results. That could get annoying for you after a while. (And though it's not really hard to fix, I think it would be fairly complex to explain how to do it online to you, and with a clean drive with just your book on it we don't need to muck it up, right?)


You can even do things like have a folder called "Book", and then have a sub-folder called "Notes" if you added things or came across things that are giving you inspiration to write something further at one point that you didn't want to lose. With these nested sub-folders, you can really do a good job of keeping your Book stuff separate from your Images.

And like I said before, if you ever got into downloading some music that you aren't able to find in physical media, you have TONS of room on that stick for hundreds if not over 1,000 songs too, so you can also make a "Music" folder to save any music files to as well. It's a very, very useful little piece of tech for the relatively low price.





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Originally posted by SIGNYM:
Yay! Your old posts didn't get lost permanently.

Glad to be back, BRENDA! Sounds like SIX has got yiu on the right track for saving your stuff. Something I still need to do!

Gotta say, I got more done with fff.net down. But I did miss you and SIX.






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Originally posted by 6ixStringJack:
That was nice of them to put the TV in there. You watch any of the Olympics in there yourself?

Heh... You've got that frustration and competitive edge my grandma and her sister did with their Scrabble games. Not only did they delight in calling each other out for using a word that was spelled wrong or wasn't actually in the dictionary and challenging each other or anybody they played with, but that extended to me when I was trying to play them when I was 8 or 9 years old. They weren't going to hold any punches for the kid. I got to see a side of both of them I'd never have seen if I didn't play Scrabble with 'em.



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Originally posted by Brenda:
It was nice. I did watch some over lunch. Curling. China vs the UK. Women's team. Don't know who was winning as I don't understand curling and I don't how they count points.

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Haha...

I couldn't explain any scoring to you in Curling, but if I watched it for a few hours I'd probably get a majority of it and would be able to. The first and last time I watched it was the 2006 season, and it instantly became my favorite winter sport. I'm glad to see its staying power, and not really surprised to see it.

It's just got that "something"...

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I can get competitive at times. And very frustrated when playing teacher. I was suppose to be sitting at another table when I got moved to the table with the three players who have a hard time counting. They start to count and I have to stop them because they are doing it wrong and so Arrrrggghhh! And since all three had different hands, I had to help one lady on my right and the one in the middle then the one on my left.

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I know the feeling all too well. I have to let it be known pretty early on at my jobs that I'm not the guy who's time they'll be wasting to train other people. Most of them are dumb, and at least 2/3rds of them never even last a month before quitting anyway. To me they're just dead weight, but at the end of the day these are jobs that don't matter anyhow. Just give me my difficult corner and give me more work than you'll expect me to do by the end of the night. Stay out of my way, keep other people out of my eyesight so I don't see them fucking around on their cell phones all night while I bust my ass and I'll make you look good.

And don't ask me to train anybody. Even though this is a bullshit job, my brain over-processed all of it and half of the work I do I couldn't even explain to the average person who doesn't have the ability to think about 30 things at one time, and constantly move them around as external stimuli and events make me change how and why and in what order the puzzle pieces need to be solved.

Just ask the guy or gal who you think is the 2nd best on the shift to do all the training and leave me out of it, thank you very much.

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My dad had far more patience when teaching me to play cribbage and I would have been around your age when I learned bout 8 or 9. Don't remember much any more but the basic counting and moving the pegs on the board for your count.

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Originally posted by Brenda:
It was nice. I did watch some over lunch. Curling. China vs the UK. Women's team. Don't know who was winning as I don't understand curling and I don't how they count points.

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Haha...

I couldn't explain any scoring to you in Curling, but if I watched it for a few hours I'd probably get a majority of it and would be able to. The first and last time I watched it was the 2006 season, and it instantly became my favorite winter sport. I'm glad to see its staying power, and not really surprised to see it.

It's just got that "something"...

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I can get competitive at times. And very frustrated when playing teacher. I was suppose to be sitting at another table when I got moved to the table with the three players who have a hard time counting. They start to count and I have to stop them because they are doing it wrong and so Arrrrggghhh! And since all three had different hands, I had to help one lady on my right and the one in the middle then the one on my left.

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I know the feeling all too well. I have to let it be known pretty early on at my jobs that I'm not the guy who's time they'll be wasting to train other people. Most of them are dumb, and at least 2/3rds of them never even last a month before quitting anyway. To me they're just dead weight, but at the end of the day these are jobs that don't matter anyhow. Just give me my difficult corner and give me more work than you'll expect me to do by the end of the night. Stay out of my way, keep other people out of my eyesight so I don't see them fucking around on their cell phones all night while I bust my ass and I'll make you look good.

And don't ask me to train anybody. Even though this is a bullshit job, my brain over-processed all of it and half of the work I do I couldn't even explain to the average person who doesn't have the ability to think about 30 things at one time, and constantly move them around as external stimuli and events make me change how and why and in what order the puzzle pieces need to be solved.

Just ask the guy or gal who you think is the 2nd best on the shift to do all the training and leave me out of it, thank you very much.

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My dad had far more patience when teaching me to play cribbage and I would have been around your age when I learned bout 8 or 9. Don't remember much any more but the basic counting and moving the pegs on the board for your count.

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Yeah. That's cool. Good dads are cool. I'm glad my step-brother and half-brother were able to have mine at least, and that gift wasn't completely wasted.

Sounds like yours taught you a lot of good lessons. Patience is a great one...


One that I've never possessed in any high degree but my old man has always had in spades. I was doomed to be a neurotic, trapped-forever-in-my-own-head-with-my-own-thoughts just like my crazy mom was...

Oh well...

Que Sera Sera...




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Originally posted by 6ixStringJack:
Boy Brenda... I had a pretty long reply I typed out for you last night/early morning but with the website problems I lost it in the ether and it didn't show up here when I tried to post and I didn't copy it all beforehand.

Sorry about that. :(


I like the Don't Fight the Ice lesson from your Dad. Another one I missed out on for sure.

My every day after school was not seeing my friends because I had two younger brothers I had to watch for 3 or 4 hours after school (including one who was still heavily disabled) every day until my mom and step-dad got back home from their miserable jobs in Downtown Chicago after fighting the rush-hour traffic, and then being forced to sit at a dinner table who's every conversation every night was dominated by my mom bitching about how awful her job was and how/why she hated everyone she worked for and worked with.

Everything all around me was a fight growing up. I'm afraid that I wouldn't even recognize what just going with the flow even looked like if I saw it.




I remember a few years back my dental hygienist telling me what a great time she and her husband and kids were having during lock-downs, and her even having the pleasure of her oldest college student son being at home and the night's they'd spend watching movies and playing board games together and the like.

What a great picture she painted. Sounds like a little slice of heaven.

I just laughed and told her that if Covid lock-downs happened when I was that age, at least one of us would have not survived being confined to that house with each other for 2 years. Not a chance.



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