Of Giants, Baseball and Musical
Aug. 10th, 2002 09:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gridloreNow that I've got LJ back, you'd think that I'd actually start posting, right? Takes a little time for me to get back in the habit, as the nun said to the priest as the bishop came up the walk..
Been a busy few days 'round the Berry household. Let me try to catch up. After getting the good computer back,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
kshandra and I started picking up the pieces of our electronic lives. Here's a hint folks: Write down all those registration codes on a single sheet of paper and put it somewhere safe. Half the hair-pulling has come from the aggravation of not having our reg code for MS Office. (It's fixed now.. thank ghu.)
Everything is almost back the way I like it, just a little more tweaking to go. We've almost finished draining the bad drive of useful information. After that? Does anybody need a 20Gb paperweight? I was thinking of taking it to a firing range, myself.
One of the other problems was we had to make repeated trips to Hayward to get this done. One to drop it off. One to pick it up. And one more because we are idiots and left our system cds at the shop. Hayward in summer is not my kind of place.
Completely unsolicited commercial announcement: If anyone with a Windows box needs service; go to PC Doctor in Hayward. They are fast, effcient, speak English and are cheap! $65 for a one day turn-around! And we dropped the box off fairly late in the business day. They are good people.
Wendnsdaykshandra, clairaide, dafydd and I went to Pacific Bell Park to see if the Giants could beat the lowly Chicago Cubs. We also went to see if Barry Bonds would hit his 600th home run. He didn't, but it was a great game with good friends. The Giants won in the bottom of the 10th Inning when Benito Santiago hit a ball that barely rolled thirty feet, allowing Jeff Kent to slide into home barely beating the throw. I was disgusted to see the number of people who left after Barry was pulled from the game. It's a Giants game, people.. not the Barry Bonds Travelling Circus.
Spent Thursday being dead. San Francisco is experiencing a heatwave. My internal thermostat was one of the casulaties of cancer, so I no longer tolerate extreme temperatures without a lot of acclimation time.
Friday Kiri and I went to see Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars at the Castro Theater, a bautiful movie palace opened in 1922. David Bowie is God. It is simple as that. He's also drop-dead gorgeous. I was amused during the crowd shots of all these London teen girls screaming for Bowie to think that they are now in their forties and fifties, and probably have kids of their own. It was interesting to realize that there are probably people who don't realize that Bowie did go through that whole glam period. They know him from Let's Dance onward.
Movie ends, and Kirsten and I stroll the Castro. Lovely night, just warm enough. I'm trying to get word on the Giants game, and nobody seems to know the team exists! I was forced to consider two possibilities.. either some stereotypes are true, and I should try asking a butch lesbian, or every gay man and woman that cared was either at the game or glued to the TV. Finally, we walked into a little store and learned that Barry Bonds had just hit his 600th career home run! He joins the ranks with Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, and his godfather, Willie Mays in this most exclusive of clubs. I stayed up until midnite watching ESPN replays.
Today? I plan on finsihing off my cleaning of the old hard drive, transfer some stuff from the old computer (which I'll need to do by mail, since the A drive is wonky), and read some more of Declare by Tim Powers.
What else is going on.. Right. I'm going to be a guest at Orycon 24, so any Oregonians who want to meet me and weren't at the Callahanicon Annex can see me there. I've got an oral board with Foster City for PS Dispatcher in a two weeks, and football is back.
Been a busy few days 'round the Berry household. Let me try to catch up. After getting the good computer back,
kshandra and I started picking up the pieces of our electronic lives. Here's a hint folks: Write down all those registration codes on a single sheet of paper and put it somewhere safe. Half the hair-pulling has come from the aggravation of not having our reg code for MS Office. (It's fixed now.. thank ghu.)Everything is almost back the way I like it, just a little more tweaking to go. We've almost finished draining the bad drive of useful information. After that? Does anybody need a 20Gb paperweight? I was thinking of taking it to a firing range, myself.
One of the other problems was we had to make repeated trips to Hayward to get this done. One to drop it off. One to pick it up. And one more because we are idiots and left our system cds at the shop. Hayward in summer is not my kind of place.
Completely unsolicited commercial announcement: If anyone with a Windows box needs service; go to PC Doctor in Hayward. They are fast, effcient, speak English and are cheap! $65 for a one day turn-around! And we dropped the box off fairly late in the business day. They are good people.
Wendnsday
kshandra, clairaide, dafydd and I went to Pacific Bell Park to see if the Giants could beat the lowly Chicago Cubs. We also went to see if Barry Bonds would hit his 600th home run. He didn't, but it was a great game with good friends. The Giants won in the bottom of the 10th Inning when Benito Santiago hit a ball that barely rolled thirty feet, allowing Jeff Kent to slide into home barely beating the throw. I was disgusted to see the number of people who left after Barry was pulled from the game. It's a Giants game, people.. not the Barry Bonds Travelling Circus.Spent Thursday being dead. San Francisco is experiencing a heatwave. My internal thermostat was one of the casulaties of cancer, so I no longer tolerate extreme temperatures without a lot of acclimation time.
Friday Kiri and I went to see Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders From Mars at the Castro Theater, a bautiful movie palace opened in 1922. David Bowie is God. It is simple as that. He's also drop-dead gorgeous. I was amused during the crowd shots of all these London teen girls screaming for Bowie to think that they are now in their forties and fifties, and probably have kids of their own. It was interesting to realize that there are probably people who don't realize that Bowie did go through that whole glam period. They know him from Let's Dance onward.
Movie ends, and Kirsten and I stroll the Castro. Lovely night, just warm enough. I'm trying to get word on the Giants game, and nobody seems to know the team exists! I was forced to consider two possibilities.. either some stereotypes are true, and I should try asking a butch lesbian, or every gay man and woman that cared was either at the game or glued to the TV. Finally, we walked into a little store and learned that Barry Bonds had just hit his 600th career home run! He joins the ranks with Hank Aaron, Babe Ruth, and his godfather, Willie Mays in this most exclusive of clubs. I stayed up until midnite watching ESPN replays.
Today? I plan on finsihing off my cleaning of the old hard drive, transfer some stuff from the old computer (which I'll need to do by mail, since the A drive is wonky), and read some more of Declare by Tim Powers.
What else is going on.. Right. I'm going to be a guest at Orycon 24, so any Oregonians who want to meet me and weren't at the Callahanicon Annex can see me there. I've got an oral board with Foster City for PS Dispatcher in a two weeks, and football is back.
