Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

"Ok, I get 'exposed' to seeing lewd conduct, and someone owes me money? Geeze, all these years I thought it was the other way around..." -- acroyear70, responding to news that a woman in Tennessee had filed a class action suit against Janet Jackson for the "tempest in a C-cup" Super Bowl incident.

Perhaps I am too easily amused. But I can't help wondering whether these peanuts were served at the homes of any of the people complaining about the Super Bowl halftime "scandal".

Thanks to lonebear for pointing it out.

The sun has finally climbed enough since the solstice for me to notice.

The past two days, I've gone to bed a bit chilly -- enough to pull allll the covers over myself, but not cold enough to bundle up in a fuzzy sleeper. And I've woken up hot and had to throw some of the covers off. The sun has started coming in through the bedroom window quite powerfully. The house starts cooling off again during the warmest part of the day, once the angle changes enough that I'm no longer getting that morning warming, but not as chilly as it would be without that early kick. (Only a few rooms are affected by the morning heating.) The difference between this effect now and the same thing a week ago is quite dramatic.

Remember a couple of weeks ago when I accidentaly made life very inconvenient for myself by depositing money to an accoount I only had one check left for? And how I was convinced that I must have had another box of checks somewhere? Guess what I just found.

I slept more last night than I thought I would, which is good, but the sun still woke me a little early (shades of Pennsic, eh?). I think it's naptime now. Earlier today RuPaul (my Win95 machine) got really slow and eventutually threw a BSOD ... which turned into an infinite loop of blue screens. I gave it the three-finger salute, and now it refuses to boot at all. It gets through POST, complains about a P&P conflict in the same place where it has always complained, but after I hit F1 all I get is an underscore cursor in the upper left corner of the screen. If I wait long enough, one or both of the disk drives will click slowly for a little while and then stop again. (Not a click-of-death, just the track positioning stepper motor moving). I really want to fix it, and it bugs me to walk away from a broken machine, but I think the nap is going to have to come first.

An observation about computer performance: Opera 6.03 runs much faster (under Windows NT with 80 MB of RAM) when it only has five web pages open at a time instead of seventy three.

Yeah, I closed a bunch of windows -- need the RAM to run Excel since the Win95 machine won't boot. I bookmarked all the ones I wasn't finished with yet, but sometimes I never get around to going back to the bookmarks.

I want effectively-infinite computing resources. Two walls full of monitors so I can see everything. Enough RAM and enough CPUs to have everything I'm still in the middle of open at once. A fat enough pipe to the Internet that I don't have to switch tasks when I click on a link just to keep myself distracted while waiting for the next page to load. A different pointing device for every mood. And enough horizontal surfaces within arm's reach to keep the various paper notes, books, CDs, bills, etc. organized without tucking them where I'll forget they exist. Oh, and more than three dimensions to work in, since I've already figured out that the geometry doesn't work otherwise.

But I might be convinced to settle for the stamina, memory, and attention span I had fifteen years ago, and one really big monitor.