Aug. 27th, 2002

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My whole morning thus far has been decidedly Goofy.
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OK, I've had it -- this computer has got to go. Does anyone know of a failsafe way that I can fry it so they'll have to buy me a new one? It can't look suspicious, of course; I have to be able to get away with it. I can't just chuck it out the window or fill it full of Mountain Dew. (Do they even have Mountain Dew around here? I'm a Co-Cola boy myself.)

Short of that, how 'bout some help diagnosing the problem with this heap? It doesn't actually crash, but it periodically stops accepting input until I reset it. That is, the programs keep running, the clock keeps changing, and if I leave it going for long enough the screen saver comes on. But the mouse cursor won't move, and none of the keys does jack -- not ctrl-alt-del, nothing. And there doesn't seem to be any pattern as far as what programs I'm using when it happens. And no, our computer guys are no help. They only thing they know how to do is say, "Well, what did you to it? You must have done something to it. Fred didn't have that problem with this machine six years ago, when we installed the operating system on it."

*waits patiently*

Yeah, I didn't think y'all would be any help. That window thing is looking more and more like an option.
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I just saw an advertisement for a festival where a band called Eddie From Ohio will be playing. I looked at the band's picture and thought, "Man, where do they get off? I bet they don't have a damned thing to do with fIREHOSE's EdFROMOHIO." As it turns out, however, they sort of do. Well, not really, but he is the basis for their name.

That reminds me of the time when I was eight years old and I watched the Angie Dickinson flick Dressed to Kill on television because I thought it was going to have something to do with KISS. I was so pissed when I got to the end of that movie and hadn't seen the briefest glimpse of Ace Frehley.

Speaking of embarassing incidents involving movies and '70s pop sensations, I once made my mom take me to the movie theater to see the newly released PG version of Saturday Night Fever only to find out that it wasn't playing there yet. Bitterly disappointed and utterly confused, I explained to Mom that the television commercial had clearly stated that the movie was "now playing at a theater near you."

I swear, I don't know how I got through the third grade without overdosing on paste or something. Damn, I was thick.

KISS's Dressed to Kill

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