Oh, but the plumage on that one. Of course, the plumage don't enter into it! Hey, let's play a fun game, called "guess the age of the dial up AOL user". Oh, you already wrote "old"? THEN YOU WIN. 

I read an article some months back that AOL users were, quite literally, dying off. To experience the agonizing slowness of downloading the AOL 9.6 installer, all 564kb of it, gave me bad memories. (She was running AOL 7, a thrilling experience for her to be sure, but not one I would call "the modern web") Wow.

 

So, yesterday caught me by surprise when Sean called to see if I wanted to finish Lost Planet 2, as I thought we might wait for Neil to get a new xbox. He said he had fixed his, but then it turned out he had not. So that's why no entry. We put it on easy (slackers, I know) and blazed through it. With lasers!  

 

Shopping went fine, no problem. About 4:00 in the morning I woke up to someone killing my cat, at least that's what it sounded like. I was, like, who's killing my cat, dude? So I raced downstairs and it was just Squeaker seeing another cat outside. Tail all bristled, pawing the glass. I was all "chill dude, even if it is a lady cat, you don't have the equipment to do anything about it." So my cat wasn't killed, thank goodness. 

 

Work was fine, set up the Mac for Carlos, and I'm sure after the teething problems it'll be just fine. Old dog/New tricks, etc.

 

Today was AOL dial up lady, then over to a place I had been just last month to take out some fake utilities messing up his machine. I love it, after presenting the bill for $43.20 he was "I'll give you forty dollars cash". This is what irks me about people, they do... things. And then I don't know how to respond to them. I know that my initial reaction of "No, you'll give me forty three dollars and twenty cents cash" is probably the wrong one, because it would cost me a customer. Now Chuck Norris would have just roundhouse kicked the guy and said "That's worth the extra three bucks" or something to that effect, but again, this instinct is probably wrong. So in effect the guy stiffed me three dollars. Because he didn't want to give his fine government their share of the money he owed. And that's just not right. They need that money, you know? I mean, okay, they would have spent it in like a billionth of a second... six years ago (that's how far in the hole we are) but it's the principle of the thing, right?

Then over to the Radisson to sell them some RAM. I just hope I see the check earlier then July.

 

Almost done with Alien Nation, did some reading. Wondered who the heck turned on the AC outside, as someone is responsible for a twenty degree temperature drop.

 

Just one for tomorrow, 10:00. Guess I'll find something to do.