Out Of Habit

I have to get back in the habit of updating The Paperwork daily. I've fallen out of the habit. This is bad. If nothing else, I'm sure Darin wants to know what I'm doing.

I went and braved Fry's Electronics today. It was packed. You'd have thought they were giving the stuff away. I went to buy a Zip drive, because I'm at the limits of Donut's capacity and I hate throwing stuff away. I want to archive, I want more disk space. I need more space.

So I got in the hundred-person line and I bought a Zip drive and took it home. And you guessed it: it didn't work. I couldn't tell if it was the drive, the PowerBook's SCSI connection, the cable, or what. I called Fernando, got his answering machine. I left a message and hoped he wasn't away for the weekend

The worst part of waiting for him to call back was imagining -- why waste a couple of hours when you can be worrying, that's my motto -- having to take the drive back to Fry's and exchange it. Taking anything back to Fry's is a hellacious, annoying process: you stand in line, fill out forms, and then wait for the customer service person to do the paperwork and get authorization from the manager, who conveniently is never around.

Fernando called and I told him the situation. He said, "Did you install the driver?"

"The driver's on the Zip disk, which isn't showing up."

"Get the driver from the Iomega site and install it. Then see if it works."

That Fernando. He's so wacky. I mean, how obvious, am I right? I mean, come on, I worked at Apple Computer for six years...

...okay, sure, Fernando's suggestion worked, but...

I have FWB's drivers installed on this machine, rather than Apple's. Do you think that might have been what was keeping the Zip hidden?

Last night Tiffany and I went to see The People vs. Larry Flynt. A good movie, but disjointed. The movie would show us Flynt getting into one or another situation, and then it would move on to the next situation without a word about how he solved the previous one. What happened in Georgia, anybody know?

When I was in college, my roommate Donna and I were having a discussion about pornography when we realized that neither of us had actually seen a porn magazine. So I went to Tower Records with Marq, a friend of mine, and we bought Playboy, Penthouse, Hustler, Playgirl, and Blue Boy, a gay men's magazine. Donna and I rapidly came to the conclusion that Playboy was almost prudish and Playgirl was pointless -- Blue Boy actually shows, um, well...the part you'd be interested in, in an interesting state, let's say. I decided that Hustler was easily the most grotesque thing I'd ever seen (this was before I discovered what's available on the mass market in German sex shops) -- the low level the magazine was aimed at horrified me. But hey, if that's the kind of thing you want to see...