Got sick of dealing with Chrome’s little quirks, so over the weekend I installed Firefox instead.
So far, so good. I was able to transfer my bookmarks over without too much hassle (once I’d figured it out), and installed AdBlock (which annoyingly, requires three menu clicks to temporarily disable it on a specific website, as opposed to only one on Chrome; but an ad-free existence is worth almost any inconvenience short of self-amputation).
That’s two conscious decouplings from the
Evil Google Empire: DuckDuck Go as a search engine instead of the awful Google Search, and now Firefox for Chrome. Annoyingly, I can’t really do without Google Maps, because those fuckers have sunk their fangs deeply into almost all shopping sites, and anyway, Uber seems to require Google for their vehicle tracking — assuming, that is, that I can ever get back to driving for Uber.
One day soon I’ll go back to using a paper journal / diary instead of the foul Google Calendar. Back when I was a Great Big Executive (in the Pre-Personal Computer Era), I used a tiny calendar to manage my entire life, and somehow I got by even though my daily life was littered with office appointments, birthdays, weekend plans, band practices / performances. The best part of this practice, in retrospect, came from knowing that the details of my personal life were absolutely confidential and impervious to snooping from commercial interests, Chinese and Russian hackers, and bored, basement-dwelling neckbeards (who snoop just because they can). I could also open up my diary without having adverts screaming at me and / or redirecting my attention (and often, dollars) to malevolent data strip-miners.
I long ago quit using any of the over-complicated MS Office products, of course, as the (free) Open Office suite gives me everything I need to run my life from a writing, mathematical and accounting perspective.
Oh, and one last thing: if you feel the need to comment on this post, please refrain from making any sentences which include the word “Linux” because they will be deleted. Just as I refuse to grow my own wheat to make bread, I refuse to use an operating system that requires knowledge of concepts like “kernels”; and similarly, word processing is streets better than poring over type trays and composing sticks while having to think about kerning (no relation).
At some point, a complicated life gets simplified by invention and ingenuity, and then the invention and ingenuity start to take over whereupon life becomes complicated, once again. All I’m trying to do is pull back a little, to simplify my life a tad and slow things down so I can get halfway through the day without going “WTF?” and tossing shit into the swimming pool.
And did I mention that all the area shooting ranges — my favorite panacea for dealing with irritability, confusion and rage — are still closed?