Neanderpundit

garbagepicked computers at home for at least ten years now. I don’t need high powered shit to surf, write, and ebay, and the used crap they throw out is always superior to the task.

The last one, a dual processor Xeon, went tits up last weekend. Ed Hering had come out to look at it, he pronounced it virus free, and it turns out that it was running slow because it’s geriatric electrons were just tired. So it sits by the back door, awaiting stripping and ejection in the morning.

Meanwhile, Ed hooked me up with one of his used boxes, which is FUCKING AWESOME!!! I had forgotten just how much the old one had sucked, and now having a fresh box with a fresh install of win7.64 and no bloatware is a dream come true. I have a couple things to load onto it (Corel, draftsight, and of course all the Adobe crapola) but I think it’s going to be gorgeous, and I feel privileged to have a decent box assembled by a professional. Now let me see if I can crash it.

the top rear molar was ultra sensitive to pain over the weekend but today, the pain stopped, and my NOSE BEGAN RUNNING LIKE A FIRE HOSE. So apparently this was a sinus issue and not a tooth issue; he Xrayed to make sure, but it’s fine. Whew! The other tooth which had a sort of a hole, had a piece of tooth chipped off, Thankfully I caught it before any harm could come to any harm, got the old filling out, new filling in, and on my way in minutes. I’m telling you, the guy is like a performance artist.

garage floor is done and now I begin the slow process of putting my garage back together.

Computer shit the bed sunday and I’m using the office notebook in the interim. Hope to have a replacement soon. Beats typing on my phone.

For a week that was only 80% of a week to begin with, this one has suckled a big rubbery one.

The garage project is basically complete, though there will be a lot of fapping about as I slowly bring crap back into the garage,

meanwhile the knees feel like icepicks are being driven in, I have a filling falling out of one tooth and probably a root canal due in another. And the pain is giving me some dreams.

Last night I was at a BBQ somewhere, and I was admiring all the guns. I’m at home around fairly wealthy people, a lot of the entrepreneurs I know are customers and friends, quite a few people with net worth in the mid/high seven figures.

So hanging around people with nice guns is nothing new to me; this was not that kind of bbq, though. All these guns were one off, and whoa. 1911 style autos made one at a time by Holland and Holland and Purdey and M Galand. Revolvers that looked right out of buck rogers, with cylinders so closely fitted to the frames that you couldn’t tell where the seam was until you saw the cylinder spin. And one woman reached into her purse and pulled out what I thought was a cheap pink Ruger until I looked closer; it had been carved out of a single pink Linde Star sapphire that must have been the size of a cantaloupe. The hammer was gold over titanium and the cartridges were solid silver.

This kind of ostentatiousness was fun to look at, and everyone was tickled to show off their armament to me, but the best part was the entertainment, a group of young men and women wandering around in skin tight jeans and white cotton T shirts that were, to a man and woman, so damned gorgeous that you couldn’t help yourself but stop and stare. And then I moved my mouth and put some pressure on that tooth and it woke me up. I was pissed.