I spent the better part of my day off trying to fix someone’s computer. First off the damn thing is a Gateway. Anyone I’ve known that has had a Gateway hasn’t had too many kind words to say about it. Well, not only was it a Gateway that I had to contend with, this sonofabitch also had Windows ME on it. I don’t know if I’ve ever really bitched about ME on here or not, because I don’t remember how long ago I had it on my computer. I know that today was the first time I have seen a Kernal Error in anything since I had ME on my old computer (the Compaq). The computer that I am attempting to repair is about four years old and it has no balls anymore compared to today’s standards. The poor thing is completely bogged down with spyware and viruses and trojans which I think I removed about 90% of today. I’m hoping that tomorrow or possibly over the weekend I will find time to finish it off… I mean up. If not I can always go into the garage and grab my trusty sledgehammer and make short work of it.
During my long day of tech support I decided that I would get the fuck out of the house and hit the driving range for a while. It felt pretty good, although I will probably end up pretty sore tomorrow. Oh well, what can you do? I’m already somewhat sore from the weekend playing a little impromptu baseball and from Monday pulling boxes down from the overheads at work by my damn self. I guess that’s why I have some Arthicreme left over from my accident last summer. Just for moments like this. I always have my good friend Ibuprofen that I can call on in case the pain gets a little too intense. I highly doubt that it will be that bad.
At least the weather cooperated slightly today. It started out by raining some and then it dried up and the sun came out for a while. Not long enough to push us into the 70’s like the weather assholes had mentioned last night at 10, but into the 60’s at least. Now we are looking at some old fashioned thunderstorms to roll in on Sunday. Of course the weather dude is talking that these might be severe thunderstorms. First off, how the fuck would they know that on Wednesday? They can’t even get tomorrow’s temperature right for Christ’s sake. Second, they told me on Tuesday that it was going to storm on Friday, then on Wednesday they told me Sunday. Stupid bastards, eliminate another day of golf from my week.