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A thirtysomething living in the Armpit of America, New Jersey. With a wife, a house, a four-legged bullet named Maggie and a child on the way.

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Friday, October 24, 2003

Awesome night, truly awesome. There are those rare nights in your life where a million seemingly unrelated items come together to form a wonderful whole. The chill outside air. The hoppy tang of the beer. The perfect bar (not too crowded, not too smoky, with just enough decoration to bring it a step above a biker bar and yet not make it into a TGI Friday's "Your antique store is in my bar! No, your bar is in my antique store!"). Fantastic music (folks, get your ears around DeSol before they start booking the Meadowlands) and plenty of friends to dance and drink with. Well, at least drink with. I dance with all the style and grace of a cinderblock chucked from an overpass.

Kate tried to help with the dancing portion, bless her. Drinking usually at least limbers me up enough to happily wiggle like some sort of crippled duck, but I was doing the driving last night and was tired from the week so I reduced myself to a single pint of Bass. Thus, it was me dancing like a jointless robot and she (lubricated with gin and tonic) swaying and shaking like a tree in a storm. If you're ever betting on an Indiana Jones style drinking contest between a giant Tibetan man and a whisper thin woman and you find out the woman is a school teacher, put your money on the teacher. I don't know what it is about dealing with kids all day (although I can think of some ideas) but the school teachers I know can put the drinks back like tap water. Makes me wonder how sober they are in class and just exactly what do they keep in that locked lower drawer of their desks. Something for you parents to ask about at the next teacher conference.

Well, I should have the computer at home back up soon. At least the work time Gestapo will no longer be wise to this blog when that comes to (viva la revolucion!). It seems the hard drive heads ended up magnetizing together and then wouldn’t spool up. Luckily, I’m on good terms with the IT guys here (I speak Geek, although not fluently). One of them took it home, smacked it around with a screwdriver (despite all our technological advancements, sometimes violence is still the only way to get things done) and got it running again. He dumped the drive onto his home server (I envision his house with the glowing red eye of HAL 9000 in each room) and will burn anything useful to CDs. The charge: nothing more than a fresh box of Krispy Kreme doughnuts (which I gave him only in gratitude, otherwise it would have been free). Even so, I went ahead and bought a new 120G drive from NewEgg along with Windows XP. I bought the machine in the sad two week window when Dell was shipping out Windows ME and conflicts started soon after. Not that ME was necessarily bad, but it worked best only if you never modified ANYTHING. EVER. After discussing it with many techies, XP was the way to go. Not at Best Buy’s $300 for a box that would be recycling fodder by next week, heavens no. $140 from New Egg for the disk and a tiny manual, happily making it’s way from LA to here sometime next week.

posted by: Jiggsy at 10/24/03 11:06 | link | comments |

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