Last night we stopped down at Dan and Dawn’s to see their new kid, Aidan. He’s tiny. Berta and Abby seem ok with the prospect of having a little kid around, so that’s good.
While I was there, I helped install that Xenium into Dan’s XBox. I feel bad that I didn’t have the power jumper for the new hard drive, and that I couldn’t get a dashboard installed. None of my disks would boot. I’ll have to try burning an EvolutionX dashboard disk again and testing it at home.
Just because fighting with other people is what I enjoy.
Dare I link to Slashdot? Neal Stephenson writes back to Slashdot interview questions.
The OneLook Dictionary Search is a good resource if you need to know that word that starts with C that means “dead animal body used as food”.
My work boss has always complained about the necessity for BJ’s to post someone at the exit to “verify” your checkout receipt. He’s right - they don’t compare what you’ve got with what is on the receipt. And it never really bothered me before, but it’s starting to get on my nerves.
Not all the time, but usually, they’ve got some toothless dude standing at the exit with a holepuncher waiting to “verify” that the goods that I’ve purchased are the only ones that I’m walking out with. It’s stupid. They don’t even check. How do I know?