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Posts published in July 2007

windows vista drivers always goes to windows update

i don’t know what i did. perhaps, through my infinite tweaking-dumb, i’ve stumbled upon a rare case of, “make vista always search windows update for drivers, and no where else.” every single time i plug something into my computer, the drivers are never found at windows update. i blame a constant ability to buy niche gadgets and clearance items.

how to make vista find drivers (working!!!!ilovedemonoid):

1. allow windows to find the drivers itself, or try to. when failed, select, “Browse my computer for driver software,” and continue.
2. in the, “Search for driver software in this location:,” box, put, “%systemroot%system32” (without quotes). Also, check, “Include subfolders.” Hit, “Next,” and all shall be right with the world. Driver installation takes a while, but, when/if found, the drivers work almost better than those found in manufacturer setups, simply because the fluff is removed.

Do be knowledgeable about what you’re doing, though, as I, nor any partner of Microsoft, may be held accountable for your actions. I always wanted to say that.

Be well and prosper.


western digital my book is da sux

okay, so here’s the deal: my western digital my book essential 250gb decided to start acting funny. slow boot times (windows vista), slow seek times, etc. i decided, against the hard drive’s decision, to switch from fat32 (default) to ntfs with compression. voila! hard drive is faster, etc. against my better judgment, i also uninstalled the device drivers for the WD, since it started acting a fool and didn’t recognize the NTFS partition. easy to fix: just go to device manager, select the, “Unknown Devices,” and, “Update Driver Software…” select, “Browse my computer for driver software,” point to “%systemroot%system32” and check, “Include subfolders.” yeah, it’ll find a generic, “Disk drive,” driver, which works flawlessly. if you have multiple partitions, you may have to do the same for each, “Unknown Device,” under the device manager. plain and simple. no real reboot required, no shifting of shit, etc.

what i’ve learned:

1) ntfs with vista is faster (and silent) in comparison with fat32
2) %systemroot%system32 is the best place for drivers. and vista sucks at finding drivers. it has an unnecessary knack for only looking through windows update. horrid concoction.

lnkfile shortcuts can **** a ***

In the case that you’re an idiot (much like myself) and change the association of the .LNK file extension (lnkfile):

1) This is for those who cannot double-click to open a .LNK shortcut file, nor can they use the context right-click menu to create a new Shortcut.

2) It’s easy to fix when you realize CLSIDs are the most important part.

3) You can download this from

4) You can just place this in Notepad, beginning with the Windows Registry… and save as a .REG, then import/double-click (make sure to add a blank line at the end via Enter):

Windows Registry Editor Version 5.00



























[HKEY_CLASSES_ROOTlnkfileshellexPropertySheetHandlersShimLayer Property Page]



i can’t tell you how often you absorb yourself into my, this memory. i wear a band of rubber about my wrist, hoping it would aleviate some sort of pain i feel when the veins rise and i’m let wondering what to do next; should i walk, should i pray?

you know, i never even began to feel this way. it’s just a dream. it’s just a dream. it’s just a dream and i’m waking to it every day.

if you watch the skinny cat find its way back to your opened hand, you’ll have patience enough to live with me. if you can stand and laugh at the squirrels, their tails let-waggling, watching me, as we converse in tongues left before we were born, you’ll have patience enough to live with me.

does time really tell, or does it speak itself in whispers, much more slipping than communicating?


Name: Chris
Favorite Godzilla™: 1974
Favorite Triscuits: Thin Crisp
Favorite Song: “Crash Into Me,” DMB &, “Rivers of Babylon,” Sublime, &, “Redemption Song,” Bob Marley & The Wailers
Favorite Tortilla: Tostitos Blue Corn
Favorite Past-time: Candi
Most Likely To Be: Typing, talking with Candi, working
Least Likely To Be: Snarling
Home: Is where da heart is.

you’re in your

you’re in your sickly state and i’m lying there, beside you, legs betweex’ legs, and i think of the worst for you, allowing those thoughts to walk themselves in and take seat amongst our joy, proudly proclaiming their obedience to none, and then i awake in this semi-slumber and see i’m looking in the shadow form for something good, when the entirety of this room is bright, and i lose myself in hovering thoughts of how beautiful these four walls are with window, you, and i.


my fingers are numbing; the air’s on and sausages are cooking.

you better recognize me. you better recognize me. you never recognize me, you never recognize me.

i stood there, outside of your house,
soles of heels digging their own place,
and i stood firm in the beliefs
the walking’s ‘way and i knew we’d need
another step inside, another step inside
to hold the pressure from
to hold the pressure from;
and, and
i tried to hold you,
but you walked inside;
you tried to scold me,
and you did a damn good job.

i forgot the whole purpose of this exorcise was to find out what’s next, not to dwell on what’s been. i guess that’s the right thing to say; i never really thought about what i was writing, just how good the fingers felt in rapid succession. maybe i should have put, “cessation,” there instead, to try and sum up how joyous one’s mind feels when the body becomes some sort of rogue entity, devowed of knowledge and let run wild with whatever comical and miscreant thoughts lay before, behind, beneath the fingertips and betwixt the raising of the hairs on scalp/neck/arm/knuckle. how ordinarily plain. i wish true spaces could be used,
instead of this ramp-up to a mock-up. i feel as hotly contested actions in a boardroom are making my decisions for me, and not myself, my SELF. i don’t know my self, though, so it’s not as though i were entirely missing something there.

i sat on the stool a bit, and pondered, how enticingly long my nails were, and how those sheers, or, “nail-clippers,” seemed to be a welcomed benefit of this role we’ve called, “humanity.” and then it dawned on me, or, more accurately, rose within my being’s mind, and taunted me with images of some cave-like, encino-man-esque rocker of the hair, with long nails, and i thought, “how truly outrageous (gem!) and unlikely in wild settings.” how, then, do we go about grooming ourselves? naturally, we probably cut or arrange ourselves in a way which is suitable for our fellows’ and their kind, or our own needs and desires. how does a cat groom oneself, though? how do we pick at ourselves in such familiarity, but look upon the cat as some lowly creature, caught within itself; or the dog, who constantly scratches and licks, but is so completely, undecidedly without soul. and, i thought, that’s only true in a culture, not inside.

we are but pets who govern themselves. how terribly allowing of grandiose thought if we were to be some pet for a higher creature, left on Planet Earth as the other pets were, and we are to fend for ourselves, with ourselves, and against all others, until we find out that we’re rolled up in the stars and able to read our destiny if we but look at the helix-like nature of the systems, and accept the fact that we’re two-centric: ourselves and our views.

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