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: life and a joke
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There was an exciting week. Sarah was home every day, looking for entertainment. She had flu, though, so she was also looking for rest, poor kid. The plumber came in on Sunday and put in a new garbage disposal. We are back to normal and don't have to fish everything out and throw it in the garbage any more. Yay!
Someone looked at the house on Monday, so I made myself scarce. I went to the mall to see if the genius (his job title) at the Apple store could tell me why my AirPort suddenly doesn't understand my router any more. They didn't seem to know, though it works in the store, making it seem likely something has changed at the router. I stopped at Best Buy to ask why my iPod seems to come up with the "black apple" screen more often than not lately, and the geek (his job title) looked at it and listened closely and said it sounded like the hard drive was acting up. Net result: I have no iPod for the next couple of weeks.
Consequently, I went and located my old Rio Volt disk mp3 player and made a disk of favorite bits and pieces of stuff. Then I embarked on a program of picking 22 disks worth of my music library to fit into the hard case I have. This is roughly aquarter third of what I could hold on the pod. So far, I have just about 300 MB too much to fit on the disks, so I need to go through all of the selections and edit down what I have. (It's all on a hard drive so far, until I finalize the selections. That should take, oh, about two weeks.)
I came up with a joke while I was doing dishes: "Hey, this recording of Ravel's Bolero is only about seven minutes long." "Yeah, but don't tell my girlfriend. She thinks it's fifteen and a half."
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There was an exciting week. Sarah was home every day, looking for entertainment. She had flu, though, so she was also looking for rest, poor kid. The plumber came in on Sunday and put in a new garbage disposal. We are back to normal and don't have to fish everything out and throw it in the garbage any more. Yay!
Someone looked at the house on Monday, so I made myself scarce. I went to the mall to see if the genius (his job title) at the Apple store could tell me why my AirPort suddenly doesn't understand my router any more. They didn't seem to know, though it works in the store, making it seem likely something has changed at the router. I stopped at Best Buy to ask why my iPod seems to come up with the "black apple" screen more often than not lately, and the geek (his job title) looked at it and listened closely and said it sounded like the hard drive was acting up. Net result: I have no iPod for the next couple of weeks.
Consequently, I went and located my old Rio Volt disk mp3 player and made a disk of favorite bits and pieces of stuff. Then I embarked on a program of picking 22 disks worth of my music library to fit into the hard case I have. This is roughly a
I came up with a joke while I was doing dishes: "Hey, this recording of Ravel's Bolero is only about seven minutes long." "Yeah, but don't tell my girlfriend. She thinks it's fifteen and a half."
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