2009-12-03:

So the morning one was "set up a printer, look for a monitor power cord" which turned into "set up a printer for three machines, not one, check this laptop, the desktop is slow, etc. etc." Great. Took the laptop home with me and was going to reload it, after backing the HD up. This is a fairly new laptop, mind you, with Vista. But for some reason, Gateway decided they would put PATA into it, and use the most gosh awful hard drive they could possibly find. So I got out of working on that, and it made my life easier because now I can just copy from one to the other, once the replacement I ordered comes in. Sweet. Barely made it to the next one on time. A PII yes folks you read that right, a 350mhz pentium TWO in service running XP. UH huh. With 128 of RAM. My iPod is so much more machine then that. Well, "printing is slow". No duh, your machine is twelve years old, it can't even run the OS without swapping a zillion things into virtual memory, you think it can do that, run a program, AND print? No. So I at least had one stick of RAM to give him so it's at least at 256. It's the outreach community center, they are a not-for-profit and really the machine just does email so it doesn't have to be fast, it just has to get the job done, sometime. Anyway, as I was leaving some guy came up to me and told me he knocked the passenger side mirror off. And so he had! Just tore it right off. It was fine, it was always tilting down five seconds after being on the road so it was worthless to me, and for some reason after I left I just couldn't stop laughing about it. It was just such an absurd situation, you know? There was Chibi Kuruma, with a little tear in his headlight, a piece of him knocked off by random emptying-the-trash dude. Be a little more careful, will ya? I tell you, he's just falling to pieces. Maybe I'll get some of that money back I sent my gobment in the form of a refund and I can start looking for a new-er-ish car. But I'll always love Chibi Kuruma. Of course, if just knocking the mirror with a trash can tears it off, a twelve year old on a scooter will tear through him like paper. Hope I don't get hit by an actual CAR! Wouldn't even slow the thing down! Oh yeah, and I finally got the password to the website. I made them a website several years ago, and some guy came along and "expanded" it, basically destroying it. So now I get to rebuild it, mostly from scratch. Because his code is the worst steaming pile I have ever seen. The pages themselves are worse, but only just. When I got home I at least fixed the start page, removing the garish "star" motif background and replacing it, once again, with my soothing blue color. The pages look nothing like each other anymore, like six different people worked on it, but no one ever spoke to the other. If you're going to create crap, at least make it crap that has a consistent theme! Anyway, off to number three. Which I took care of in 5 minutes. I thought she wanted to add a picture to her website (using claris homepage, remember that? Yeah, me either) but turned out she wanted to replace a picture already there with another. Would have taken me less time, but I made her do it because I'm a sadist. Okay, actually it would be easier if I was, come to think of it. But my proclivities lie in anoth- ANYway. Moving right along. Last was the accountant guy I know. Cleaned up one of his office machines (what happened to the plan to replace them? We replaced three others) but I have to go back, as apparently they want to upgrade to 7, which they at least got free. My thought is, who cares? Vista isn't that bad, especially as they are only using three programs, tops. Word. ProSeries. QuickBooks. Done. They aren't interacting with the OS at all, so what do they care? Oh well, more work for me. That complete I made my way home, drew up that second comic so I'm all ready for tomorrow. Ate dinner. Made the four or so phone calls I had to book tomorrow up. Oh, and it's six for next week, not four. I think I wrote four yesterday. Three now for Saturday. Maybe I'll call a person in the empty time. Maybe not. Who can say where the road goes, where the day flows? Only time. So I'm about ready for tomorrow, my calls are made, my comic is ready, and it's only 7:30? Time for some serious, and I mean serious watching of more Trinity Blood. Current Expectations*: Low