Closet Extremist

Meetings from the past

Another fine evening has transpired. Last Sunday I was over at the "rents place, and ordered some new RAM for their laptop. Much to my surprise, it came in yesterday, a full four days before it was minimally expected. Not a problem. I'll just drop by and install it...Survey Says? [X].

Problems abound after the installation. Machine posts, boots, gets through the initial load, and then a BSOD. Unfortunately, this being a laptop, the screen doesn't stay up long enough for me to read it, and the machine reboots. After a few various and sundry troubleshooting steps, it is determined that the new ram stick is "Boned". The weird part here is that it has a big sticker on it with the number "100" emblazoned upon it. What I ordered wsa a 256mb stick at 266 khz bus speed. What the hell does the 100 stand for?

I guess I'll have to do some searching, and figure out what type of stick they actually sent. Too much work for tonight. I'll tackle it sometime in the next few days, unless anyone has any ideas.

Since most of today it has been "raining like a cow pissing on a flat rock" (a phenomena that if you haven't witnessed, you wouldn't understand), I was asked if I could move abit of furniture from my Granny's over to my parents house. Being a good son, of course I agreed. Furniture moved, and KFC consumed, and I'm headed on out.

While walking through the parking lot to the van, I see a face I recognise. Someone from my storied past. This is the husband of a lady I used to work with. Nice guy and all, but he secretly hates me with every fiber of his being. Cordially enough he greets me, and let's me know that the reason why he hates me is inside the restaurant. So after a pause to let him return to his seat inside, I enter. It took roughly .09 seconds before she realised that I was there, and looking her in the eye. "Ohmygawdit's John!" she squealed and literally climbed over her husband to give me a hug. What a nice feeling.

This lady is approximately 15 years my senior (a gentleman doesn't ask), and still "finer than frog hair". Much rubbing up against me and reminiscing took place. Lots of fun, but the "hairy eyeball" from the Mr. made me feel a little bad. Reminded me of the whole sordid scenario that went on even before I and the husband became acquainted.

This was 6 1/2 or 7 years ago, and the lady in question was on the outs with the Mr. She had let the house, and was currently staying with another friend of mine (who happened to be female). The friend was living in the "Old City" of Knoxville at the time, and I had a propensity for going down to that area and getting "FitShaced". Since I had a friend there, I also would crash there a lot. The Hubby was (at the time) stlking the estranged wife, and happened to note that a particularly handsome man was staying in the same place that the Wifey was, put 2 and 2 togehter and came up with 12.

I'm a bit uncomfortable at these sort of times, but the imagination still can't resist the "What If?". Lowered what fun it would have been to prove his suspicions correct.

Posted by Johnny - Oh at May 28, 2004 11:54 PM