You can deactivate a bunch of that shit, just so ya know.Windows 11 is such absolute garbage. Doing my bookkeeping tonight on the old Windows 7 box because I can't get Quickbooks to install on Windows 11 and the install of MS Money stopped working. Meanwhile there was some mixup with a bill so I paid it online instead of mailing a check. Went to file the PDF of the receipt and realized that none of the files that should be in the "Documents" folder are there. So I'm re-copying them from the Windows 7 box right now. The fucking idiotic OneDrive default and the default folders that you can't delete or even rename to something useful like "DO NOT USE THIS GARBAGE FOLDER". Everything is a rat's nest designed to be incomprehensible to humans and force you to pay Microsoft for storage when you've got a fucking terabyte hard drive. Why do I want my important files on a server in Washington or somewhere when they can just be on my computer so if the Internet is down it doesn't become a paperweight?
Yeah, but you have to sort through the unintended consequences. They intentionally make it hard to deactivate shit. I think that's what happened with my files--when I killed OneDrive they went away.You can deactivate a bunch of that shit, just so ya know.
I figure she bones Billy at some point. I don't know if anyone has delved into this, but "All I want to do is have some fun before the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard," "...his thick fingers..." "I wonder if he's ever had a day of fun in his whole life" and "...they're nothing like Billy and Me" all make me thing shenannigans happened in the bathroom or Billy's shiny Datsun or Sheryl's dive-y little studio apartment (Billy's car and Sheryl's home are not in the song, only in my brain).It's okay, she's from Missouri. It's at least 20 years behind the times.