Sunday
Okay, it’s a fairly-well known concept that I like football. In fact, just saying that “I like football” might even be something of an understatement. Add to that the new programming package that we got includes NFL Sunday Ticket, and you have a fan on the verge of a virtual football-gasm.

::: boi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oi-oing :::

Stray Toasters

  • Yesterday, I gained hands-on experience in dealing with Windows XP. I now have a reason to dislike the OS. A friend contacted me to ask for help in getting her CD-R/W installed and operational. No problem. I went over, looked at it, and got to work. After installing and plugging in the new drive, I hit the power button and was greeted with a “DISK ERROR. INSERT SYSTEM DISK AND PRESS ENTER.” What in the Nine Hells?! All I did was insert the drive. No changes were made to the BIOS setup. The hard drive was still the primary device on the IDE channel. But, it wasn’t working. After a number of abortive attempts, I reconnected her old CD-ROM. *poof* No problems. Worked like nothing had ever happened.
    ::: boggle :::

    Yeah, XP is supposed to be superior to 98 (and ANYTHING is an improvement over the never-should-have-been-released WinMe), but you cannot convince me of this. XP is also supposed to be built on the old WinNT/Win2000 kernel. Okay, this I can see… somewhat. But NT/2000 at least make sense and don’t seem to hamstring the user/administrator.

  • Bowling was good last night…. but the people-watching at the V.I. was FAR superior to anything that we have ever experienced. There is a group known as “The Singles,” because… well… that’s what they are. They attend a weekly singles’ dance at Thanksgiving Point. (Did I mention “weekly?” And, it’s always the same people? After a few months, shouldn’t at least a few of them have graduated into the ‘non-singles’ category? And, it’s not that they are the proverbial ‘spring chickens;’ they look more like ‘seasoned pros.’ Hmm… maybe that’s the problem.) Anyway… last night we saw a guy whose smile looked exactly like Jack Nicholson as The Joker from Batman; a man who looked like the love child of Terry Bradshaw and Dungeon Master (from the old Dungeons & Dragons cartoon), Charo… but a little cracked-out; a bad Michael Palin wannabe; a poor man’s Moby, and a few others. They were damned amusing (to us) and irritating (to the staff/management of the V.I.). And, apparently, they’re poor tippers, too.

And now… off to Park City. Why? Just because. And because we’re on another Ryan hunt. Be vewwy vewwy qwiet. Hehehehehe!

Namaste.