Monday, June 21, 2010

New Compuer. w00t!

The Dell desktop was taking forever to do anything. I'd been having problems running applications on it for a while. I think it could use more memory and a rebuild, probably an upgrade to Windows 7 would have been good, too.

Instead of doing all that I decided I needed to get a new computer, along with a new monitor, and a much needed new router. The old router was years old, ancient by computer standards, I couldn't do WPA, and I blamed it for all my devices being slow. Now I can walk anywhere in the house with an iPod touch or Nintendo DSI, let alone a laptop, and the performance is great. Plus, I don't have to type in some useless WEP key that can easily be deduced on local traffic observations.

I'm going to rebuild the old systems with Linux and build a squid proxy server. The girls are getting pretty Internet savvy. They're using the laptops to go most places.

I've been geeking out all day moving the stuff from my "legacy" computer, to the new computer.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Another Movie Story

The girls invited friends and we all went to see a movie. We got the girls kid's packs that include Skittles, popcorn, and a coke. Lauren, Madeline's friend, brought her own money and bought a big, huge pack of candy. The movie wasn't keeping the attention of the girls and those movies rarely keep Jack's attention at all. He was wandering up and down the aisles, I had to grab him a couple times. The girls were talking very loud and I had to scold them to be quiet so the other family in the cinema could hear.

Jack was going back and forth to Lauren who still had some candy left over after everyone had finished her/his kid's pack. He was totally riding on a sugar high and marched up and down the aisles. He sat down on steps near where I was sitting and was actually calm. He handed me what I thought was a green skittle and said "Thank you," and put it in my mouth.

Chocolate. It wasn't a Skittle! I was tasting Chocolate and Jack had been combing the floor. "Who knows what he picked up off he floor?", I thought. I spat it out, and started to scrape my tongue. I leaned in to my wife, "Jack just handed me an M&M that he picked up off the floor," I told her. She replied, "Oh, no, Lauren bought some M&M's." I was so relieved.