When Snoopy Dancing On The Rooftops Just Isn’t Enough
So mosta y’all recall, I’m sure, how I found a Pentium III on the sidewalk along the Danforth a few months back. 650Mhz, 128 meg of RAM, since upgraded (via once forgotten RAM chips) to 320. There was a DVD reader (not much more than just that), a CD burner, a good video card (since upgraded to a Reid-supplied GEForce 3 card), a good sound card and a good (reliable, unlike its Win98 predecessor) network card.
What I don’t think I whinged about too much was that I thought my story files (novels, novel-like projects, and short stories) were on an unaccessable hard-drive, perhaps damaged by storage since the pre-Christmas total crash. I had plugged it in to the system and the system wasn’t recognizing it. Well, here’s the thing of it. It wasn’t the system or the drive. It turns out it was the IDE ribbon cable. On a whim on Thursday night, I replaced it and now I have access to all my soon-to-be-great novels and stories. Including my once long-lost NaNoWriMo novel, which I can once again work on. Huzzah.
To be honest, after I thought I’d lost them, I was seriously bummed. I felt like the stupid old universe had finally won, after all I’ve been through. But, finally, optimist that I am, inveterate mental Snoopy dancer that I am, I won. Finally.
Simon likes to walk now, no stroller for him. Yesterday while we were out we went by the firehouse just a half a block from home. On the pretext that Simon has his own firetruck (which he does) and he likes it (which he does) I asked a firefighter if we could go in and take a close look at the firetruck (a pumper) that we could see through the closed door. The firefighter ran the lights, goosed the siren and pumped the air horn for me. Simon. Who, while a little spooked at first, nevertheless liked it just fine. So did I.
And if you’re ever in the St. Clair and Dufferin neighbourhood and you want a tasty nosh, totally check out the Anatolian Pizza & Doner Kebab House. Have the lahmacun, pronounced approximately ‘lommajun‘. It’s this delicious Turkish pizza that smells exquisite and tastes as good as it smells.
April 1st, 2007 at 3:38 pm
Wow. That entry totally doesn’t do justice to the despair and malaise I felt when I thought the files were lost, and the total Snoopy dancin’ joy I felt when I found I could access them. I’m still trippin’. Snoopy trippin’.