Wireless Web problems.
Right before I pulled out of Austin, I encountered a two-fold problem. One was the (software) cookie on the blog, and the other was the wireless at Grace’s. Grace’s wireless broadband craps out before I can complete an upload, and I spent a portion of my day wrestling with a cookie that didn’t want to set properly, and, oddly enough kept me from my admin tasks.
All fixed now. Computers are so simple – they only follow exact instructions.
Dinner was the State Line with all fire signs, the two Leos, and Cookie, the Sagittarius. I was illustrating a point during dinner, and I was using this week’s Sagittarius scope as an example. Which lead to a debate about the best Star Trek movie (I like the first, Cookie liked IV), which derailed the thought.
Then Cookie had to illustrate a point about the point I was making, and he pointed out that there’s always a token black in the group, which, in this case, was him.
“Dude, Thursday is the day to go to the casino.” So we went on Thursday night. Couldn’t hit much. Couldn’t hit anything. Walked out a little lighter, but not much, and called it a good day.
Oh yeah, the spurious notes left over from travel? Landing in El Paso, I looked out and there was a holding tank, and I’m thinking, “I wonder if there are any fish in there….”
Also clearly visible, a “Taco Tote” sign.
Musical interlude
I’ve go to get me that new Fat Boy sound[/ur>! (Bubba alerted me to the New album)
Road Notes:
Have to remember to keep the espresso – ice cream float away from the keyboard.
Cancer cab driver: “Are you a musician?”
No.
Guy at the Airport Amy’s, “Are you, like, someone famous?”
No.
The SWA curbside check in? There’s a long list of instructions for hunters. “‘Tis the Season”? No more than 11 pounds of ammo, only so much weight for packed game with dry ice, and so on. I suppose, it’s a cultural thing.
More notes coming soon, sorting out a wireless problem here….
