As someone who shall remain nameless has sent me a set of Debian install cds, and the version of Red Hat on this little laptop is getting long in the tooth, I'll probably be installing that later today. Which means either sharing the cds on the real computer using a nice, simple and already configured FTP daemon, or getting bloody NFS working. At least I've got an ethernet card in the thing this time; last time the install involved PLIP. You don't want to know how long it took. And that was just the configuration. . .
I am not a geek, by the way. Which is why I'll be saving my XF86Config from the current install, rather than setting it up again. You have to configure with a monitor attached rather than using the built-in screen, and I'm already going to have cables all over the place.
The fact that I probably have a copy in one of my sent email directories from when I helpfully mailed the thing to some poor bastard complaining on comp.os.linux.portable is not indicative of geekiness, and I resent your implication, sir.
I appear to be the anti-Lileks. Not just because the warbloggers link here while condemning the politics but grooving on the pop culture stuff, but because both of us are way behind the curve. He recently picked The New Yorker and finally became aware of the anti-SUV crusade that the Car Talk guys have been on for a while. I saw the September Harper's Magazine, and saw they'd quoted a bit of Gail Simone's (quite dated by now) Women in Refrigerators. This was noted a week or so back on rec.arts.comics.misc, and Gail sez there was additional material that didn't make the cut. Or got cut. Or something.
Gail (who's old column/satire thingee You'll All Be Sorry! is still available at Comic Book Resources) is currently doing Killer Princesses with Lea Hernandez, along with lots of other stuff I'm too lazy to look up right now. She chimed in on the WOMEN IN COMICS: This Is Your Last Call thread on the WEF, along with Lea, Finder's Carla Speed McNeil, and a whole bunch of other folks I'm forgetting. Time and money sink, the thing is. Comics equivalent of Ecto, basically.
Other reason I'm the anti-Lileks? I link things. A lot. Possibly too much.
We've all realized that entries with pretty pictures mean I'm using a real computer, while these text-only ones mean I'm on the laptop, right?
Oh yeah, and Cleopatra Jones is looking for laptop recommendations. Not the steampunk variety, so I got nothing to contribute. As usual.
Duh. WiR is described by the woman herself as:
This is a list I made when it occurred to me that it's not that healthy to be a female character in comics. I'm curious to find out if this list seems somewhat disproportionate, and if so, what it means, really.
These are superheroines who have been either depowered, raped, or cut up and stuck in the refrigerator. I know I missed a bunch. Some have been revived, even improved -- although the question remains as to why they were thrown in the wood chipper in the first place.
There's commentary by some pros, too. Go on. It'll give you that warm, "misogyny lives in fiction" feeling.