So where did these pictures come from? Facebook, NSA, Windows and Google need to stop with all the spying and leave me alone. All those pictures were happy, motivational type pictures, the kind you expect a caption under.
Caption this!
Friday, November 23, 2018
Screen saver settings
I was sitting on the chair, watching Wagon Train and practicing my version of On and On, and I glanced at my computer monitor. The screen saver normally plays a slideshow of pictures from my photos, which are numerous, but do not include the standard Windows stock photos or any other generic stuff. As I'm watching the slideshow, I notice that these are not my photos at all. It appears they are somebody's collection of professionally acquired stuff, like you might see on the Windows 10 lock screen. I got up off the chair and checked my settings, and they haven't changed.
So where did these pictures come from? Facebook, NSA, Windows and Google need to stop with all the spying and leave me alone. All those pictures were happy, motivational type pictures, the kind you expect a caption under.
Caption this!
So where did these pictures come from? Facebook, NSA, Windows and Google need to stop with all the spying and leave me alone. All those pictures were happy, motivational type pictures, the kind you expect a caption under.
Caption this!
Hi, I'm Andrew, AKA Hoodyup the Evil Caregiver, and I approved this blog post. I may not have been in my right mind at the time, but what's done is done. I stand by my sins. Eppur si muove.
I started this blog as a way to vent my frustrations with life, the universe and everything (not the book by Douglas Adams; that was quite good, actually).
My seemingly charmed life took a turn in 2004 when my wife Sharon was diagnosed with MS. This blog documents the fallout and revisits the past, as well as chronicling my dreams and rants throughout the years.
Be warned - explicit language and content that runs the gamut can be found in these posts, which describe personal events, both real and those dreamed up by my overactive nocturnal psyche.
Also, I use real names whenever possible, so if you see a post with your name on it, it probably refers to you. Unless, of course, you don't know me, in which case it is purely coincidental.
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