September 28, 2002

Today has been quite the technically eventful day.

I finally got my grubby hands on Eric’s Athlon CPU, but it turns out that neither Eric’s nor Ellen’s motherboard would boot up with it. I’ve spend too many hours of my wasted youth trying to pin down the problem, but it seems that I may have busted Eric’s CPU in the process of moving it from his motherboard to Ellen’s. Either that, or the motherboards don’t like the power supply. Either way, I’m stuck with two non-functional motherboards, and a junk-filled room.

I hooked up Vegita, my old laptop, to my CD-R, and I started burning some stuff I found on the network. Of course, the more important things to burn would have been either the ISOs of programs that I need for class, or the millions of files on Thundera, my new laptop, which I have been so recklessly storing on this huge, portable hard drive with an LCD screen. Yeah, I’m smart like that.

I finally fixed the stupid problem with the quotes and stuff, so no more of that “teardrop off the face of my mother” crap. I didn’t actually type that up in my last entry, but I had thought of putting it there.

I also stole some ideas from the LiveJournal preview page. Muahahaha! No, Irene, that’s not a stuttering kiss.

Irene found a copy of AutoCAD 2002, and had to brag about it. This is something that I couldn’t find for her for the past year or two. Too bad her screen is too small for her to work efficiently. She really should get an Apple Cinema Display HD. For me.

Oh, I almost forgot. I also updated the site at where I work to use tables instead of stupid images in the background. This way, if the text size were ever changed by the user, or if the fonts were different on other platforms, the text wouldn’t just spill out like it normally did.

Wendy learned to use vim some more. She also learned to put the official Stony Brook logo onto the right side of a page. Congratulate her, she’s very proud of herself.

My router keeps on spitting out hard drive soft errors. I really should prepare for the worst and either back up the hard drive or something.

My middle finger hurts, for some odd reason. It’s been hurting for a couple of days. Maybe it’s the way I use my eraser-head mouse.

My car is still not fixed, as far as I know. I hope my mom drives/drove safely to that bastard place where I fixed it the first time. Cars are so much trouble. We should really stop depending on them so much and invest all our research money into teleportation. Or maybe get a segway. You cannot imagine how much time I just spent, looking up that stupid word on Google Groups. That is the power of amnesia.

Eric seems happy with his new motherboard and CPU. I do hope he doesn’t quickly abandon his guitar because of it, though. It’d be cool if he got really good at the guitar. I know lots of dirty secrets about him that he would gladly pay for me to shut up about, once he got famous. Maybe I’m too optimistic.