OptimumDesk.exe / ODService CPU hog won’t uninstall

My last 24 hours: 1) Did the steps in https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyYB07SUPcI&feature=youtu.be to confirm the title executables were the reason dad’s win10 machine blared at 99% cpu usage unless in safe mode — did all those steps with every instance of eventvwr or task manager taking upwards of 4 minutes to load. 2) Found this, which confirmed… Continue reading OptimumDesk.exe / ODService CPU hog won’t uninstall

Serendipitous gifts

“The role of the artist is exactly the same as the role of the lover. If I love you, I have to make you conscious of the things you don’t see.” James Baldwin Just now, I texted everyone I have a current iMessage conversation with “Thank you for being human with me”. It is because… Continue reading Serendipitous gifts

FuckYouDelete

It’s become so amazing to me how much commonly-accepted forms of dialogue are just flat out silencing, erasing, entitled fucking bullshit. Not long ago I would feel ‘irrationally’ slighted over it, and blame my ‘damage’ for my ‘sensitivity’ and wonder what was wrong with me. Fuck that noise. I ain’t internalizing that manipulative crap anymore.… Continue reading FuckYouDelete

Finding Amanda: An internet love story

Amanda Palmer and Courtnee Fallon Rex Photographed by Steve Kuhn The Art of Asking Book Tour. Sat, November 22, 2014. First Unitarian Church – Los Angeles When I was young, I thought I had all the answers. Or at least, I thought I knew the problems, the deeper causes of the things I was seeing… Continue reading Finding Amanda: An internet love story

Revenge of the nerds.

Due to recent experience and lessons therein, I am purposely avoiding reading about the sorority murders or following the story right now. But what’s most interesting about that, is how little I need to follow that story in order to grasp what’s going on. Of all the murmurs I have heard about Elliot, and what… Continue reading Revenge of the nerds.

If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.

“For in that city there is neurosis in the air which the inhabitants mistake for energy.” ― Evelyn Waugh The New York subway has its own distinctive scent, like a cocktail of black tar and metal shavings, that I immediately find familiar and comforting every time I retun. You’d think it would mostly smell like… Continue reading If London is a watercolor, New York is an oil painting.