Screw It

Clicked the "Send Order" button. A snazzy new Dell Dimension is being assembled as we speak (or as I speak as it were). Perhaps it's a somewhat financially irresponsible move; my financial planner would explain the an eight hundred dollar investment now is about 3.2 trillion dollars in retirement funds, but screw him I say. Lee's taunting me about Laser Squad and I need some equipment to fight back. No more reading user configuration docs about how to configure low resolution graphics mode to improve performance.

I just spoke with my brother and we agreed to climb Mission Peak tomorrow. It's only about six weeks before the ideal time to climb Mount Shasta and I need to start training. Muir is going back to school for his masters degree. He's getting what sounds like a great deal from a school in New Hampshire. I'm really pleased that he's going to do it, but I am little disappointed that it's so far away. It's been great having him live nearby. I hear they have good snowboarding up there, so the excuses to visit are already forming.

Tempest and I stayed up way too late cleaning and polishing an old set of copper hinges that had been painted over several times. We're renovating of hall closet and it's starting to look Fine (note the capital F please).

The spell checker suggested "snowballing" instead of "snowboarding", filthy thing that it is.