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It just dawned on me that Windows XP really does change how it works based on things I do. At first I was sorta creeped out by it, when I realized that the machine was turning off as soon as I pushed the power button. Er, let me start from the beginning. With Win98 I hadn't had to push the power button at all, it just turned itself off after I told it to shut down. (I miss that, and am leaving it on much more often because I just don't have the patience to wait for Windows to shut down.) Then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eor rebuilt it, and suddenly it was not only not turning itself off, but rebooting over and over. But that's all in the past, now. Now, I tell it to shut down, it closes Windows out, I push the power button and it turns off. I thought "It learned that was what I wanted to do," and I was creeped out, and then I thought "no, that's silly, it's a machine, machines don't learn. Eor must have changed something in the settings." Then I realized that, when I pull up the start menu, it shows me different programs depending on what I've used most often, lately. It does 'learn,' in a sense.
I have my peanut butter and jelly toast, and tea. The other day I mentioned to someone in the breakroom that I had seen cashew and almond butter, and considered getting them just for a change from peanut butter, only they were expensive and I didn't want to get caught up in an expensive habit. 'Someone' (yes, I remember exactly who it was, but he might not want his name bandied about) put in that almond butter has all kinds of things in it that are good for men's health, for the prostate gland and such. Y'know, I'm glad that my male co-workers feel comfortable to talk to me about their prostate glands. No, I'm not being sarcastic at all. It makes me feel not so weird for talking rather freely to certain male co-workers about the bad periods I've been having lately and the pains in my breasts. I don't talk to every male co-worker about things like that, and some of them really don't want to hear it, even if they're sympathetic to the general mood I have because of it, but it sort of surprises me to realize I feel comfortable talking to some.
And that reminds me... I was kicking the cat out of the bedroom the other night, and was reminded of my stepsister, when we were in high school, naming her cat "Spock" just so she could say, "Out, out, damned Spock!" Spock was the sub tom. I guess whenever you have two unneutered tom cats they have a dominance issue, and my Keegan was the Dom.
( Is cat sex ever consensual? D/s, pecking order in the wild, and more prostate glands - squicky for me to write, probably not to everyone's taste. And I have no idea why I wrote it. )
It just dawned on me that Windows XP really does change how it works based on things I do. At first I was sorta creeped out by it, when I realized that the machine was turning off as soon as I pushed the power button. Er, let me start from the beginning. With Win98 I hadn't had to push the power button at all, it just turned itself off after I told it to shut down. (I miss that, and am leaving it on much more often because I just don't have the patience to wait for Windows to shut down.) Then
eor rebuilt it, and suddenly it was not only not turning itself off, but rebooting over and over. But that's all in the past, now. Now, I tell it to shut down, it closes Windows out, I push the power button and it turns off. I thought "It learned that was what I wanted to do," and I was creeped out, and then I thought "no, that's silly, it's a machine, machines don't learn. Eor must have changed something in the settings." Then I realized that, when I pull up the start menu, it shows me different programs depending on what I've used most often, lately. It does 'learn,' in a sense. I have my peanut butter and jelly toast, and tea. The other day I mentioned to someone in the breakroom that I had seen cashew and almond butter, and considered getting them just for a change from peanut butter, only they were expensive and I didn't want to get caught up in an expensive habit. 'Someone' (yes, I remember exactly who it was, but he might not want his name bandied about) put in that almond butter has all kinds of things in it that are good for men's health, for the prostate gland and such. Y'know, I'm glad that my male co-workers feel comfortable to talk to me about their prostate glands. No, I'm not being sarcastic at all. It makes me feel not so weird for talking rather freely to certain male co-workers about the bad periods I've been having lately and the pains in my breasts. I don't talk to every male co-worker about things like that, and some of them really don't want to hear it, even if they're sympathetic to the general mood I have because of it, but it sort of surprises me to realize I feel comfortable talking to some.
And that reminds me... I was kicking the cat out of the bedroom the other night, and was reminded of my stepsister, when we were in high school, naming her cat "Spock" just so she could say, "Out, out, damned Spock!" Spock was the sub tom. I guess whenever you have two unneutered tom cats they have a dominance issue, and my Keegan was the Dom.
( Is cat sex ever consensual? D/s, pecking order in the wild, and more prostate glands - squicky for me to write, probably not to everyone's taste. And I have no idea why I wrote it. )