June 19, 2005

• Today I am trying to transfer data from my old Win98 desktop to my new WinXP box. 
  This is about as arduous as moving in real life.  Even though I am no
  computer networking neophyte, I tremble at the Herculean task before
  me.  I am googling web pages for help and advice, and one of them is
  titled: THE MOTHER OF ALL BATTLES.

  [Update: 3 hours later, I am able to transfer files over the network.  Whew!]

  So I actually didn’t buy a new PC; I bought braymp’s old research
  machine.  It had the video card I needed and a whopping 4GB of RAM, so
  it plays WoW with no problem.  Once I finish transferring data, I will
  be looking to sell my old machine.  Does anyone (or maybe anyone’s mom)
  need a basic computer for email, web surfing, DVD watching, and CD
  burning?  This is the computer I used for 5 years and would still be
  using but for World of Warcraft.  I’m thinking the price will be in the
  mid-to-high two figures, haha.  I will even leave my 80′s MP3
  collection on it, which would be worth the price for the humor value
  alone.

  Speaking of humor value, I haven’t written about dating in a while.  So
  here’s an embarrassing dating story.  One day I went over to June’s
  place, having called her just a few minutes before to let her know I
  was coming.  I rang the doorbell and no one answered.  I rang again,
  and one of her housemates opened the door.  I told her I was here to
  see June and went upstairs.  Now June shares an attic bedroom and a
  second-floor living room with a roommate, but the roommate has since
  left, leaving her with the two rooms to herself.  So I went up to the
  living room and saw June on the phone sitting on a futon with her back
  turned to me.  I figured, “Aha, she was on the phone so she didn’t hear
  me ring.”  So I crept up slowly and put my arm around her.  Only to
  find out it wasn’t her.  o_O

  But this stranger was on the phone, so I couldn’t talk and explain
  myself.  She didn’t jump from surprise but just looked at me
  quizzically
  and kept on talking.  I continued upstairs to the attic calling,
  “June? June?” to no avail.  Where was I — parallel universe or
  Punk’d?  Finally I saw her sitting on the balcony outside her
  attic
  window, reading.  I explained what happened and asked, “Who is
  that
  random girl in your room?”  She said she’d totally forgotten, but
  one
  of her housemates had a 10-day guest and asked if she could stay in the
  living room for the duration.  Mystery solved, dignity still
  recovering.

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