Virtual vehicles for the metaverse
Topics concerning that thing known as ‘real life’ and not virtual worlds.
Hmm. Snow. Snow? What th—
I’m happy — and a bit confused — to say that it is snowing vigorously here in Vancouver. That’s right. Snowing. Not rain, but snow.
What’s gone wrong with the world?
(An hour and a half passes…)
It has stopped snowing. Normalcy restored.
Once again, Thursday evening has oozed into our lives, so what does that mean? Right! Rockpoint PD is on TV tonight at 10:30 on the Comedy Network. And then again at 1:30 for people with no short-term memory.
Has anyone noticed a trend in the show towards… um… topics of an adult nature? I’d blush if I tried to explain the plotlines of the last couple of episodes of Rockpoint. I think I know why it’s on so late.
Anyway, you know where I’ll be at 10:30. (In front of the TV, in case you weren’t paying attention.)
Have you ever looked at the inside of a Dell? I added a new 60 GB drive to mine this morning. No screwdrivers are necessary to do this — all you have to do is slip a couple of rails on the drive and slide it into the bay until it clicks.
At least, that’s what happens if you have drive rails. Without the right rails, you can’t mount a hard drive because there are no screw holes anywhere inside the case. They did, however, generously include two spare rails for a 3.5″ floppy drive.
Thanks Dell. Naturally, if someone upgrades their computer, they’ll add a second floppy drive. Good thinking.
In half an hour, with the aid of pliers, a pen knife, and twist ties, I adapted (read: brutally mangled) the floppy drive rails so that they’d hold the hard drive. Mission accomplished.
On the weekend I visited Granville Island Market. At Duso’s, they had some delicious-looking little appetizers — squid stuffed with crab and shrimp. Aren’t the best foods are made by stuffing one animal with another animal?
I think tonight I’ll have chicken stuffed with beef, pork, squab, and goat.
Is it a bad sign when you turn on the computer and it goes phhht and smells of burnt plastic? If so, then I’m sorry Sabine, but I think I just killed your computer. Oops.
Rest in peace. 1995 – 2003.