Bilious Gates and a large number of his minions are dead (to me). Fed up to my brass nipples with my laptop working harder for MicroSoft &Co than it works for me, I have taken the plunge. Strictly speaking (that’s like Strictly Come Dancing) the plunge into Linux Mint Cinnamon.
There was a slight discomnobulation when upon installation everything decided that my keyboard was of the Dvorak layout instead of Qwertyuiop, but with the help of Mr Biggenthwacker we overcame that.
A lot of other things had to change too of course, and I am now using different photo-editing software than hitherto, MS Word has gone, to be replaced completely by LIbreOffice Suite, and – being on a geek operating system – I may now only use the system when wearing sandals, baggy-arsed skinny-jeans, a scraggy chin-beard and t-shirts bearing guffaw-inducing slogans about saving the planet and other such bollocks.
TBH (I must also use the new non-punctuated acrononnynonnymims) – TBH – to get out of Bilious Gates’ s/w clutches I’d have swum the English Channel on National Raw-Sewage Dump Day (that’s every day these days in England), and I can’t even swim.
I placed myself in a (v.small) puddle of decent interwebnettings signal and nigh-on seven gigglebytes of download later, there we were. Never forget; wherever you go, there you are.
There have been side-effects of course.
It’s turned all of my photographs – and my water – green.
At the moment I can boot up in Linux or I can boot up in MicroSh*te, and I’ll leave it that way until I’ve scrambled up the vertical learning-curve. Once I am happy that I am less unhappy with Linux than with Windoze and ol’ Bilious’s efforts to force us all into Windoze 11 then I’ll light a bonfire and get rid altogether. Let’s face it; the improvement wouldn’t have to be “spectacular” to please – although if this beast is as splendid as they say then it may well be.
Which reminds me, I haven’t yet sorted out a VPN, and I need that in order to set my online location to Mexico so that I can circumvent the Nazi-esque censorshit of the Westminster “government” and read a news website that I’ve read each morning – in conjunction with a wide range of others – for the past ten years. RT.com – Russia Today. Plucks a quill from Igor, the balding budgie’s over-plucked backside, dips it in thick onion gravy and adds get VPN arranged to list of jobs to do.
The damnable winds are back this week although in reduced form; gustings of forty of the Earth miles per houribode. That’s quite enough to put me off any and all current opportunities for going Full Suez and we won’t be going far until they abate.
WIthin four hours of arriving at these moorings we were noted and Das Documented, not I think by an official C&RT rozzer, but by some local busybody out walking his hound and stopping at each boat name/number to tap same into his rinky-dinky little “smart” mobile telephone. What it are to be loved. I wouldn’t put it past Canal Company Ltd HQ to take Busybody’s word as gospel.
Seriously, sometimes it’s akin to living in one of the gloopier and more shadowy recesses of Mr George Orwell’s upper brain-gland. The number-taking gentleman very probably puts military weapons-grade starch in his underwear (and a sachet of extra horse-hair), and doubtless irons his socks. There are an immense number of damaged people on the loose these days (approximately eight thousand million, and rising – and while I am excluding myself from that number I am including you for reasons that you don’t want me to go into here).
So there we have it, we’ve changed our operating system, we’ve cruised on a few miles (I’m on a mission and I’ve got a cunning little plan to amuse myself with), and we’ve been busybodied – and now we’re hunkering down waiting for weather (and consistent winds) more conducive to at least semi-dignified canal boatery for the single-hander.
I’m not in any rush.
IGH – old geek learning new tricks, sans sandals and neck-beard – and now sans the worst excesses of Bilious Gates et al.