.. Do You Turn Your System Off? ...


If its the power bill, its only a couple of bucks a month extra if the monitor is off. People spend more on driving to work in the morning than it would require to power a box all month.

If its the worry about burning up the machine faster, realize that any machine built now days will be a write-off long before it should fail. In fact, by turning it on and off a lot, can cause it to fail before its time. This makes the actual odds of failure really the same either way.

If its because you like the nice minty fresh feel a rebooted system in the morning. Well, there is always MaxMem at http://www.analogx.com. Its great anyway if you run Win98, 98SE or ME. It goes through your memory and recovers all those wayward bits that were left allocated by other applications. Leaving your system springtime fresh all day long.

So now, let me ask you a quick question:

Why do you turn it off?

Oh, and for those very few occasions where i actually reboot. I put the agent last in the startup. This prevents the problem of slowing your boot up time.... but bu bu But.....

[Courine suddenly, in a fit of post-traumatic shock, thinks she is Gen. Patton, dawns a helmet and says:]

.....REALIZE SOLDIER!!! We are in a state of war with disease! That machine knew the job was dangerous when it was built! LET IT BE ALL IT CAN BE! How would you feel stuck behind the lines while your fellow machines are Fighting at the FRONT!!!

I say: LEAVE IT ON!!!!!
......So this soldier, .....
... in this man's army, .
.....can carve a better piece of history!!!

[Courine still in her paranoid delusion walks on stage. The stage she thinks is there is a wall size WCG flag. And now with a swagger stick under her arm, speaks:]

We are here together today to fight on a front that plagues all of mankind. A war against an enemy we can’t see or touch. A war with to few weapons to defend ourselves let alone attack. A war against something that could strike us all, civilian and combatant alike!

This war, our war, is on one of the broadest fronts of human exploration, even though microscopic in detail. A war to end the mysteries of life that cause unimaginable suffering.

But it is war, even though its horror, is what brings out the best in a soldier, and destroys all that is base. War may be mankind’s greatest inhumanity but its also mankind’s greatest triumph. Or as Churchill would put it 'their finest hour.'

To turn off your machine is to not fight! Realize I’ve slapped a soldier for less (and got in a bunch of trouble with Ike for that), but i would do it again if it meant the purification of 1 more system. To fight on a selfless front of its own, supporting research. Finding the tools to help us rid ourselves of the pain caused by our enemy. And to deny any true soldier from its destiny is not just an act against ourselves, but against God.

It is here that I would turn to a chaplain to write a prayer for battle. I had one do it in the past for better weather. Considering the circumstances, I bet my ivory-handled revolvers he can do it again! For this is a holy cause. If you look into the eyes of any stricken by our foe, you would pray to God it wasn’t so.

I realize most of you HATE MY GUTS! After the Battle of the Bulge, I wouldn’t blame you. Day after day of forced marches and battle, even I began to hate me. But I knew that reaching the brave men of the 101th, surrounded by [the enemy], would change the tide of the war by showing what the 3rd Army was made of. You cant imagine my pride. So if you want to hate me, go ahead. But realize I know someone who hated me more than anyone, that fascist wallpaper hanging bustard in Berlin!

We can all look at war as a great failing of mankind, but it often takes war to focus a group to do a job beyond expectation. To then focus its resources with knowledge, putting forth this combined might to then smite at thyn foe without quarter. If you don’t believe me, ask Rommel, I always guaranty a good fight!

For this is the lot we draw. To go forth and fight battle after selfless battle in a seemingly endless war. But all things eventually come to pass. As for what we are and what this will become, with the gentle guidance of The All Mighty, we shall prevail!

As you were,

Gen. George Patton
US 3rd Army.

[Courine salutes all that have gathered, proudly with the empowerment of all the souls that have ever fallen in battle. Then she starts to pull out of the delusion. She wonders where the helmet came from. Weak from the attack, she sits down and notices a newspaper ad:]

Oh my! Im missing the “White Sale at MACY’S”!!!!

Gotta run, btw leave it on! bbl.