Wednesday
The day started off well. Work wasn’t bad, even though the current phase of the form that I’m working on is giving me a problems. The day passed fairly quickly.

Then, it was off to Jitterbug Coffee Hop to hook up with the coffee group. We had a decent turn out… including a couple of people who don’t often make it to these get-togethers. Melissa threw a wadded-up napkin at me; I said “Ow.” Just because. And that lead to Matt and Melissa determining that napkins are my Kryptonite. THAT led to the discussion of how would other paper products would affect me and the effects higher- and lower-quality items.

I finally remembered to ask the coffee shop’s proprietor his name. I prefer to learn the names of people whose establishments I frequent, even the wait-staff of restaurants.

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I have something of a dislike for having to flag someone down by saying “Hey… you,” if I can avoid it. I think that it stems from the time that I spent working in retail when I was in college. I noticed that people, all too often, don’t pay attention to sales clerks/waiters/waitresses and often just “dismiss” them rather than be “bothered.” Actually, I found that amusing. I would walk up to people and say specific things… just to see how they would respond. You’d be amazed to find out how many people would say “No, thank you. I’m just looking” in response to “Hello” or “How are you doing today?” *sigh*
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We closed the place down. Actually, we were there well after it was supposed to have closed; Bruce, the owner, said that he didn’t mind staying open. (Warning: Unsolicited plug) If you get a chance to stop in, do so. Try the “Milky Way,” it’s damn tasty. Tell him “Robert from the coffee group” said that you should stop by. It won’t get you a discount (at least, not that I am aware of), but you can get a good cup of coffee from a local merchant. And that’s not a bad thing. Not bad at all.

Post-coffee, I came home to find that there had been a power outtage. I was okay with that. What I was not okay with was the fact that said outtage seems to have burnt out my hub… and possibly one of my broadband routers. I spent the better part of an hour trying to test out different configurations for a work-around solution. I found one. It’s a stopgap measure, but it will suffice until I can dedicate more time to testing and troubleshooting all of the hardware configurations.

Song of the Day
Black Coffee by Bobby Darin

Stray Toasters

  • “It’s amazing that some people would rather be “right” than be happy.
  • Pilot cars. You have seen them, even if you didn’t know what they were called. They are the cars (and sometimes pickup trucks) that accompany trucks with large/oversized loads. You know… the cars with banners that say “Wide Load” or “Oversized Load.” As if you couldn’t figure it out on your own.

    Well, now, would you look’it that, Martha?
    What, Ed?
    That truck up there…. somethin’ ’bout it just ain’t right. I can’t put my finger on it, but there’s somethin’…
    Lands sake, Ed! You’re right! I wish I knew what it was. Maybe you should try’n go around it.

    I wonder whose brainstorm it was to have a car or truck “chase” the larger one down the highway… just so that the less-than-mentally acute among us would know that there was a “big truck” ahead.

  • “Rectal craniotomy”
  • Joan Osborne (and Jim Carrey) asked: “What if God was one of us?” Well, if that were the case would he really look like Morgan Freeman? Personally, I don’t think that’s a bad thing. More to the point: Would people put his number in their PDAs and cell phones? Some people who have seen Bruce Almighty seem to think so. One of MANY stories about it can be found here.
  • Condoms in the orange juice. (part of tonight’s coffee conversation)
  • Souped-up PS2 units are in the offing…
  • My dislike for Windows XP has been chronicled here on more than one occasion. I found this article interesting… and mildly amusing.

I should really get to bed. But, I want a snack. I think that I’ll settle for a glass of milk. That sounds pretty good: A nice, cold glass of milk. (Milk, it does a body good. Pass it on!) Then, I’ll help myself to a heaping serving of get-my-ass-in-bed.

Namaste.