new hard drive.

This morning, Jeremy came over, did some magic, and got my computer to recognize the 80-gig hard drive I had bought. Then Partition Magic ran for TEN HOURS copying my old hard drive to it, while we both went out, had lunch, looked at his Nordic-Track machine and his gun, and went to apply for our passports.

I feel bad, though, that when we were in the supermarket buying some stuff he needed for a party he was going to later with his co-workers, and I got a phone call from my dad. He needed to talk to Jeremy because he, too, had gotten in over his head when trying to upgrade his computer. So he's going to check it out tomorrow.

Jeremy works like a dog for Globalcenter, and I feel bad that people like me are calling on his expertise so often. And it also saddens me that I'm having so much trouble with what should be a fairly straightforward hard drive upgrade, that the technology got all weird while I wasn't looking, and now I'm the annoying know-nothing consumer that's calling on my geek friend for help. He doesn't seem to mind; after all, he's one of those guys who has a bunch of Linux boxes at home. But still, it feels wrong.

Anyway, I owe that guy a concert.

Diabolik

Watching Diabolik on this morning's MST3K rerun.

Apparently it was made in Italy, or at least with Italian actors trying to speak English, and then dubbed over by American native speakers.

Uhhhh.... Why all the effort? If they wanted to shoot the movie cheap, don't they know about Canada?

Height.

ATTN: Everyone whom I've told that I'm five foot eight.

It turns out I'm five foot nine.

Sorry for the inconvenience.

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Last night's random stir-fry wasn't so good, except for one aspect.

For the first time, I stripped that inner waxy part from the red bell peppers. They were much more fragrant, and much sweeter.

I can't wait to try this in a dish that actually tastes good overall.

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Yogi Bera used singular "they".