Yet another grey, rainy day here.
The weather report for today goes something like; today – showers, thursday – showers, friday – showers, saturday – mostly cloudy, sunday – thunderstorms…
I hate this place, ’nuff said…
As all of my life force has been sucked from my very pores by this incessantly grey place, today’s post will be short…
Here’s a doodle, I’ll color it some day when color returns to my life:
More grey and rainy here. I do sort of remember seeing some sunlight a few days ago, but it could just as well be a hallucination. Virginia has the amazing ability to be hot even without sunlight… It’s like some tropical greenhouse or something.
And people live here…
Ordered a pizza last night as I was just simply sick of TV dinners and fast food burgers. The first person I talked to at Domino’s wouldn’t get beyond the fact that I was using a cell phone, “We can’t deliver if you don’t have a regular phone” he said…
Now, I know that it makes little difference to the “Pizza Delivery System” whether or not I’m on a cell phone and that this was just a case of some shit kid not wanting to go though the hassle of actually entering, by hand even, my name and address. See, the PDS can reverse the phone number you’re calling from to your address so as to prevent 30 terabyte databases full of high-school data entry errors.
So I just called back until I got some other kid who was willing to put in the extra 15-20 seconds to type about 50 letters on a keyboard and ordered my pizza.
Unfortunately he entered all of the information wrong so the delivery kid had to call me and ask where I lived…
You can tell I’m from out of state though as I gather no one here orders “philly cheese steak” pizzas since the TV adds stopped. The final person I talked to there at Domino’s had to ask the supervisor, another kid, what it was…
Ahh, progress… It takes a literal army of late teen / early twenties kids to deliver me a simple pizza.
Anyways, I did eventually get the pizza I ordered and it was pretty decent…
Today I’ll be spending another 10-12 hours at the shop trying to do art in an automotive war zone. See, my office is on the upper floor of the main shop and the fire escape door is right next to my desk. By opening this door you look right down into lube bays one and two… Well, whatever chemical soup they use down there to do transmission flushed gives me killer headaches, which the guys there say will stop after a month or two of exposure…
Nice.
There is also the perpetual “brrrt! brrrt!” of the air tools, the shouting of the guys as they move cars in and out, the sounds of cars revving, exhaust smells… Imagine trying to do layout on a flyer whilst sitting in the pit at an Indy race.
It’s been tough for me as all of the sensory input is enough to drive the acclimated up a wall, and I came to this from what amounts to a monastery up in the Colorado mountains. I could literally spend an entire day up there just listening to the birds outside my windows and have that be the only noise.
Well, I’d better get to it, have a great day out there…
Yours truly is the proud recipient of some new neighbors as of Friday… Last night the eldest son, in an apparent fit of rage, sat out in his $40,000 jeep and played bad rap at volumes that made my windows shake from a little after 11 till around midnight. See, All of our parking and garages are in the back of the house, and the neighbor’s spaces are about 30 feet from my bedroom windows… I can look out of my window and down on their cars or at their balcony.
I was annoyed, sure, but I also figured he’d get it out of his system and go back inside ‘better’… Better in the typical human is pretty subjective, but I can hope right?
He lucked out as he’d gotten most of it out of his system and turned it off just as a FBerg officer came around the corner. The neighbor kid ducked down in the driver’s seat as the officer drove past; I can see all of this from my vantage point.
The officer parks behind the kid’s jeep, gets out, and walks over to the other side of the parking lot then around a unit to the front side. The neighbor kid takes this as his chance and jumps out of the jeep, closes the door as quietly as possible, and sneaks inside.
When the officer returns he’s telling dispatch that there’s nothing going on here, gets back into his cruiser, and takes off.
Shortly thereafter the neighbor kid’s friends arrive and they spend the rest of the night inside with the stereo blaring…
I don’t get it… I would never sit outside an apartment complex with the stereo cranked up to the point the license plates rattled and the music was clear at a hundred yards; no matter what I was listening to, what time it was, or what age I happened to be. I also go out of my way to not annoy my neighbors and always have; to the point that I’d constantly be telling groups of gamers at my place to tone it down or taking them all to Denny’s or some such where loud is ok.
Is this just another example of not being conscious of the world around them? Or is it that they just don’t care?
Maybe he was just demonstrating his control over the neighborhood by being able to subject us all to what ‘he’ thinks is cool; a simple primate power thing…
Well, whatever it is, it’s less than pleasant. I could just call the police like someone else obviously did, but the neighbor kid was already overheard telling his friends that “the cops showed up, probably because of that fucker next door”… I guess that should remove any pretense for me calling the police next time as it’s already believed that I have.
I hate people.
I really need to go get me one of those “Mean People Suck” bumper stickers and cut the mean off of it before putting it on the Honda. I also like the “We have enough youth, how about a fountain of smart?” stickers I’ve seen at a few gas stations around here.
I already have a few on there; one that says “zero tolerance for zero intelligence” and the other says “prevent inbreeding, ban country music”… The second one is pretty funny simply for all of the mutant smiley faces on it; one has three eyes, another is co-joined smilies sharing a single eye… Funny stuff.
The second bumper sticker is especially appropriate here in FBerg where there are 6 FM radio stations: 2 are religious, 3 are country and the last one is punk/industrial metal 24/7. Needless to say I don’t listen to the radio much here.
I got up this morning and thought it -might- be Easter Sunday… They move it around so much that I’m never exactly sure when the Easter Bunny will make his annual visit.
See, I like Easter… Not because of any resurrections or rabbits laying eggs, though either one would be cool to see. No, I look forward to Easter because of Easter Candy…
(makes happy little sounds much like a junky eyeing a crack rock)
Easter candy… I’m an addict thanks to my parents and their insistence on giving my sister and I these mammoth Easter baskets every year. Once the baskets were in our hot little hands the horse trading would begin…
“I’ll trade you six pixie sticks for two of those jawbreakers.” “Make it six pixie sticks and those jolly ranchers and you have a deal.”
For me the subject of my addiction centers around Reese’s peanut-butter and chocolate eggs.
Anyways, back to the meat, or gooey peanut-butter center, of this post…
Do you know why Easter moves around so much? I think I touched on this in a post around Yule but I’ll do it here, again, in light of the “Day of the Jelly Beans”…
The current Gregorian ecclesiastical rules that determine the date of Easter trace back to 325 CE at the First Council of Nicaea convened by the Roman Emperor Constantine. At that time the Roman world used the Julian Calendar (put in place by Julius Caesar).
In 1582 Gregory XIII (Pope of the Roman Catholic Church) completed a reconstruction of the Julian calendar and produced new Easter tables. One major difference between the Julian and Gregorian Calendar is the “leap year rule”. Universal adoption of this Gregorian calendar occurred slowly. By the 1700’s, though, most of western Europe had adopted the Gregorian Calendar. The Eastern Christian churches still determine the Easter dates using the older Julian Calendar method.
The usual statement, that Easter Day is the first Sunday after the full moon that occurs next after the vernal equinox, is not a precise statement of the actual ecclesiastical rules. The full moon involved is not the astronomical Full Moon but an ecclesiastical moon (determined from tables) that keeps, more or less, in step with the astronomical Moon.
The ecclesiastical rules are:
Easter falls on the first Sunday following the first ecclesiastical full moon that occurs on or after the day of the vernal equinox; this particular ecclesiastical full moon is the 14th day of a tabular lunation (new moon); and the vernal equinox is fixed as March 21.
This means that Easter can never occur before March 22 or later than April 25. The Gregorian dates for the ecclesiastical full moon come from the Gregorian tables. Therefore, the civil date of Easter depends upon which tables – Gregorian or pre-Gregorian – are used. The western (Roman Catholic and Protestent) Christian churches use the Gregorian tables; many eastern (Orthodox) Christian churches use the older tables based on the Julian Calendar.
And all of this is in place because another group of people also had a big holy-day in this period… Those whacky Pagans.
See, they worshipped Eostara during the vernal equinox and also did their Pagan thing during any full moon they could find. So the church, not wanting to be associated with these Pagan “goings on”, have all those rules as to when Easter is: The Sunday after the full moon after the vernal equinox…
And with that I think I’m going to go and see if I can track down a few Reese’s eggs. 🙂
Here’s an older piece just so folks can see what I can do with a commission.
This piece was actually done as an art trade… Unfortunately the fellow I did the trade with never finished the piece for me; something that happens often to me and of all the trades I’ve done, I’ve only gotten one return.
So, without further adieu, “Freedom’s Gift”…
This illo was done to the exacting specifications of the other artist I was trading with. He wanted an anthro-pegasus, a grassy hill, and stained glass…
Done in Photoshop 6 on Windows 2000 with a Wacom.
I went out and dropped the money for a new Wacom “Graphire” 6×8 today and to celebrate, some new art…
This is Alishira, a character commission from a muck I hang out on.
Done in Photoshop CS on OSX 10.3.3 with the new Wacom.
Well, another day at the shop comes to an end.
The logo for the speed shop down the hill looks pretty cool when printed on transparency and back lit… Just in case I whipped up another version for a white background…
It’s all still a work in progress…
I have some non-company art coming up soon too.
Gotta head for bed, g’nite…
Well, here I am, yet another “day off” that I’m spending at the shop because Dan is yet again whirling around like the unbalanced agitator in a washing machine.
Doing a quick count of the benefits versus aggravation of living here on the way in leads me to think I should run like hell…
Those weekends off I was promised, a myth. Health benefits? Likewise… I’ve gone from $300 a week in disposable income to $100, and those are just a few of the personal reasons. A selection of global reasons are things like it’s only the end of March and it’s already 80+ outside and you have to wring out the air before you can breathe it, there is roughly 1 person for every square yard here, and everyone is your typical East Coast Self-Centered Asshole.
Now, some good things have happened too; like getting to beat Alexandria over the head with a stick to get my license cleared here, and being able to clear my name with the bank and get Zeze’s ex removed from all of my financial records from the last time I lived here. Oh, and I did get the cool new laptop but it cost me my very high-tech desktop computer so it’s a wash in my opinion.
I guess I need to put my energy into getting a decent car, saving the cash to pay the “get out of your lease early” fine, and getting the hell out of here…
In other news I spent $20 of my weekly allowance so that Zeze and I could go and experience “Cheeseburger in Paradise” last night. I wasn’t too impressed… The live “band” was in desperate need of someone to run the mixing board and they were WAY too loud and the burgers were simply ‘ok’… The same fare can be gotten at Sheetz for half the cost. It was also insanely crowded; even though we didn’t have to wait for a table, the Caribbean-kitsch of the place makes it feel cramped.
Well, I have to get back to the making of the miracles. Take it easy out there…
The deed is done. The web site for the main shop has gone live….
Now to start on the site for the performance shop down the hill…
Here’s the logo so far: Dan wanted the “Express Auto” to be the same as in the main shop logo and to call it “Express Auto Performance” ; one of the guys down there wanted a turbocharger for the letter P, another wanted flames, yet another wanted a red lining tach…
This should be … exciting.
Ok, after spending the morning fiddling with LiveJournal I got it to link what I’m currently listening to, to the iTunes site so you can listen too….
That’s about two too many to’s in a sentence…
Apparently my eclectic tastes in music triggers some of my readers to have a desire to get that piece of music too, and I field several emails a week about where to find “X” piece of music.
Now most people would just go download it from their p2p software of choice, but about 90% of my MP3s and AACs are taken from the rather immense collection of CDs I used to have…
See, there was a time before MP3 when you actually had to go “purchase” a whole CD to get the song you wanted, and I had done this… A lot. It took almost three months to transcode my CD collection to MP3 (mostly because I’m anal about sound quality) and it resulted in nearly 50 gigs of music! Currently my entire collection resides on 10 DVDs…
Now, while I don’t see a lot of problems with downloading a few choice or hard to find pieces of music off the internet, most of what I listen to is pre-95 and I own/owned a CD for it.
I know, downloading even one song is BAD. But contrary to what the multi-billion dollar record industry would have you believe, they just don’t loose all that much money from it.
But for me, as I haven’t been too impressed by anything I’ve heard since the advent of MP3s (and I got involved with audio compression with Aryntha back in, oh, ’95), I just don’t see much use for the mass downloading of MP3s.
Anyways, with the iTunes linkage if I trigger some deep desire for a piece of music, you can get it for a whole 99 cents… Yes, one thin dollar… Less money than you spend on electricity to download the song from Kazza. And you can get the one song you want, without shelling out $20 for a whole CD that contains five minutes of inspiration and forty five minutes of pure crap…
You may notice that the name on Ye Olde Journal has changed from Raeshlavik to RiHahn… Being as you usually hear from me, the person usually known as Ri’Hahn, rather than Ravik, I figured it was time to reflect this.
This should also put everyone at ease who came here looking for Ri’Hahn stuff and got confused at the name.
Well, welcome to the ride.
Today’s topic is ‘dilution of the perception of self’, commonly known as lemming syndrome.
Dilution of self perception is what happens when a person changes their usual habits to conform with the group around them; a loss of self.
This can commonly be seen on the highway; where people who would never do something as reckless as drive 90mph in heavy traffic do it all the time simply because everyone else around them is. Their perception of ‘right and wrong’ have skewed based on the observations of everyone around them.
Of course this is self perpetuating as the more people who drive that way, create more people who drive that way. Where you get extremely high population densities, the effect is escalated to the point that the State Patrol just tries to stay out of the way… Places like I-95 here in Virginia are a vehicular war zone.
What makes this malady so interesting is that the affected don’t even realize they were doing it, and once confronted they attempt to rationalize the action the best they can, and simply cant. Often shrugging it off as a ‘spur of the moment’ action or a momentary lapse of reason… It’s not, it’s evolutionary wiring that makes you conform to those you are in close contact with. It’s a stone age survival trait that is hard wired into the lowest parts of your brain; to do as others do and thereby form a group faster. It also lowers the level of ostrication as being cast out was usually a death sentence and to belong to a group was survival.
This behavior also holds true in normal day-to-day life where the people you associate with have a great bearing on your perception of self and therefore influence your actions.
College and University councilors, as well as military trainers, see this all the time and there are mountains of books describing ways to confront the dilution of self that comes with being thrust into a communal setting. The difference between the two is that the military actually uses this low-level programming to make a cohesive unit out of 30 kids from various parts of the country; often leaving military personnel exceptionally prone to being ‘followers’ later in life.
The same loss of self perception that causes a typically good student to suddenly be involved with some hazing situation or public disturbance is also responsible for military personnel waking up one morning with a new tattoo. The functionality is quite the same and it stems from the basic thought of “they are doing it, so I can too” but usually on a subconscious non conceptualized level.
A recent example of this was the cast from the Tolkien movies all getting their fellowship number tattooed somewhere on their body, yet every one of them said in interviews that it was truly odd as they would have never done such a thing if everyone else hadn’t been doing it.
We’ve all heard, “If everyone jumped off a bridge would you do it too?” Well, actually, the chances are yes…
In essence, if everyone you associate with has bolts installed in various locations of their body the chances of you ending up with bolts too increases dramatically, even if you had previously stated that you would never do such a silly thing, simply because your perceptions of ‘self’ have skewed in the direction of the group. And there is a very good chance you won’t even notice this alteration in your perceptions.
It happens, it’s a fact of life, and it’s at such a low level of your psyche to do so that you don’t even see it happening.
I assume the old adage of ‘you are judged by the company you keep’ stems from the observation of this behavior.
So it falls upon the individual to evaluate their company objectively and ask themselves, “Do I wish to end up there?” Because with enough association, you will, whether you like it or not.
Yet another Monday. I swear I think there are more Mondays than any other day in the calendar.
Yesterday was pretty bad… Went over to Sprawl-Mart to pick up a $3 clothes hamper, one of those plastic $10 three drawer file-things, and a nice $15 torch light for my room. Three items…
I should have turned around and went back home when it took me 15 minutes of orbiting the parking lot to find a space actually in FBerg. I did eventually get lucky and managed to encounter a short spot behind a cart corral with no one in it roughly the size of the Honda… Or a motorcycle… Yay Honda!
I spent the next hour being jostled by random apes, run over by women trying to control 5-7 children, hit by an unattended shopping cart (there was someone pushing it, but they weren’t really present), and other pleasant events which had me wanting out of the store immediately.
Unfortunately I had to pay for those three afore mentioned items which took another 30 minutes of inching my way though line behind the ‘pro’ shoppers who were wheeling multiple carts to the register.
Once I was free of the store the fun didn’t stop. I had a line of cars follow me all the way out to my parking spot, then the lead car put it in park and waited for me to load my stuff… Parking lot vultures annoy me and I refuse to be hustled by faceless freaks of nature so I just ignored them and went about my business.
Well, the lady in the lead car got really hot under the collar for my adding a whole minute to her getting into the store and beeped at me while waving her arms in a most primate way.
This prompted me to turn off the Honda, get back out of the car, pop the hood and begin fiddling with it. Wow, did I piss this woman off! I could hear her screaming at me though rolled up windows and a distance of about 50 feet.
Well she took off in a cloud of tire smoke and I calmly got back into the Honda, backed out, and drove home.
I wonder, can I get things delivered here? I don’t want to go outside anymore…
Ok, I get one real day off per week and this morning I was scheduled to actually sleep in for a few hours.
No such luck…
About 15 minutes ago someone was pounding viciously on the front door; to the point the walls were shaking. By the time Zeze got down to the door and flung it open, (I had determined that whatever was so damn important would wait ’til I felt like dealing with it) the Fredericksburg police woman had returned to her car and was speeding away.
Nothing taped to the door, no explanations, nothing…
So we called the FBerg police to ask “W.T.F.?” and were informed that the fellow who lived here for about 6 months prior to us owns a cigarette store that was currently being broken in to. This fellow had moved and neglected to inform the folks who monitored the alarm system.
Well, I’m up now. Guess I’ll go and begin my morning ritual and have some breakfast…
Well, happy Ostara, Vernal Equinox, Easter, whatever! It’s officially Spring today!
Here in Virginia Ostara marks the day where it ceases to be cold and wet and starts to become hot and wet… Tomorrow will see temperatures in the high 70’s and around 90 percent humidity I’m sure. Though this won’t do a thing for keeping people home and off the streets.
Last night, after work, Zeze and I decided to go out and grab a bite to eat. After driving by in awe of the lines of people waiting to get into the 50+ restaurants in the area we eventually settled on Denny’s… After all, none of the newer residents of Fredericksburg; DC’s newest bedroom community, would stoop as low as to eat at a lowly Denny’s right?
We got there and wound up waiting about 15 minutes for a table and having dinner with about 100 of our closest friends… At Denny’s!
It’s scary just how many people live here now. They’re building a sort of beltway around FBerg to ease some of the traffic congestion, but I don’t see it achieving much. Last night the 5.7 mile trip from the shop to home took nearly forty five minutes simply because we have to drive a few miles down route 3.
Now, I would normally chalk this up to being a Friday Night occurrence, but traffic is just as bad on Tuesdays during the day.
Of course when the traffic density gets that high, humans in general seem to devolve into poo-throwing apes really easy and last night was no different…
I’m from Colorado and while everyone in Colorado tends to drive really fast, they also tend to do it safely for the most part… Something about twisty mountain roads, sudden walls of solid granite, and 800 foot drops off of blind curves I think. Sure, there are some mental midgets in the cities who ruin it for everyone else and everyone I know there, including myself, likes to bitch about them; compared to the sapes here, they are nothing.
Anyways, I like to leave a bit of distance between the car in front of me and myself to act as a moron-buffer. This also serves to simultaneously piss off the car behind me as they seem to think I’m adding hours to their trip with that 20 foot space, and causes vehicles four lanes away to suddenly accelerate madly, swerve into that spot, and slam on the brakes.
I think from here on out I’m going to let Zeze, who grew up in the DC area, drive…
Good morning out there in ‘net land…
This morning we have a mixed bag of weather out there; sleet, grey skies, and now fog too… At least the fog gives the landscape an interesting insulated appearance and softens the edges of everything. Kind of neat in a grey, depressing sort of way.
I got all the base design and code done for the shop’s web site last night and today I’ll be creating all of the copy that goes into it. It’s an interesting web site for me as it uses a database back-end to supply all of the text. You can basically change everything the web site says from an administration web page. Pretty neat actually.
My next project is designing the graphics and copy for a mailer. Dan has been outsourcing the design and mailing of these things to the tune of $7000 a month… I figure as $4000 of that is “art” fees, I’ll bring the art part in house and save him that cash.
But I’m not just an art weenie, Dan also gets a software engineer out of me so I plan to interface the art part of these mailers to the database he keeps of customers and their cars. See, when you take your car to Express it gets entered into the computer system and database there along with what was done to the car, who did it, how much it cost, how long it took, and about 50 other pieces of data.
To this end I’m writing an app that pulls the data on a customer and looks at the age and mileage on the car, then extrapolates the next service date based on the manufacturers plans and the estimated miles the customer does per month.
Basically Express customers will get a little postcard in the mail about 3-500 miles before an oil change is needed and another, different one, when service dates approach.
This sort of functionality might also be rolled into the web site. I envision a system where customers can pull up the information on their cars via the web site too. I’ll probably base the security off of the license plate and the last four of a social number or something… This part of the system is still in the imagination stage.
Beyond that the rice shop in building three is getting some new $60,000 dyno to test engines and cars with which has yet another database in it that I can manipulate. What I’d like to do with that is make a PHP based system where these cars are showcased. The guys who bring their cars to building three spend *lots* of money on them and they are pretty flashy. So I reference a photo with the data of the car and the graphs of torque and horsepower… Should give them some unique bragging rights as well as generating more sales as they’ll be able to compare their car to other ricers at that point… Nothing separates money from a ricer like a histogram of rpm vs horsepower. 😉
I’m hoping this will generate even more business for the biggest and most high tech automotive repair shop on the east coast.
Ok, ok… So I own a Honda. Big deal…
You’d think I’d joined the dark side or something by owning a Honda from the emails I’ve gotten about it (In jest of course 🙂
Well, just to prove to you all that I’ve not joined the Rice Side, I present my next upgrade for the car:
I figure this mod should give me an extra 300 horse power and get the Honda into the sub 7 second times in the quarter mile… After all, just putting a Type-R sticker on a Honda can net you an extra 50 horses…
People are funny…
No, really. I find people intensely amusing from a distance. It’s when I’m suddenly thrust among them that I start to freak out.
Yesterday offered another opportunity to watch an incredible number of them be foolish, which I suppose is better than their usual alternative of beating each other over the head with sticks…
Yesterday was the grand opening of a new restaurant called “Cheeseburgers in Paradise” over in ‘Central Park’, the local city-sized shopping complex. It’s a theme-restaurant owned by Jimmy Buffet I gather, who also wrote a song using that line. The place is huge from what I read; about 7000 square feet and seats almost 500 people at a shot.
Anyways the restaurant opened at 6pm yesterday; people were standing in line at 8am. By noon there were so many people standing around outside that news crews showed up to cover “the story”. When Zeze and I drove by at about 7pm on the way home (we live a little over a mile from the place) there were still people standing around outside and the entire parking area for the little strip mall-esque place they put the restaurant was full. Which is peculiar as the restaurant is the only place open in the whole mall… Whoever ends up in the spaces near ‘burger meca’ will certainly be upset as their customers will have to park across the street at Circuit City and walk.
As Zeze and I slowly drove by, in awe of the raw numbers of people at what is basically a simple burger joint, I noticed that an amazing number of the cars were from out of state… Way out of state; places like Wisconsin…
Burger groupies?
I was up at the crack of dawn, or would have been if we had things like sunrises here. I looked out the window at the downpour and the grey rolling skies, and went back to sleep for another hour or so…
It’s yet another grey, rainy day here in Virginia so I’m having my customary cup of hot tea and listening to the brightest, happiest music I have in an attempt to ward off the doldrums of this state.
I really shouldn’t complain I suppose as it’s always like this here in the spring. Soon enough it’ll be ‘surface of the sun’ hot out there as it will be summer. Fortunately the townhouse here has central air. 😉
Virginia has about the worst weather of any place in the US as it’s bitterly cold in the winter and it doesn’t snow here… It ices. Then in the spring it’s either cold and wet or hot and wet depending on what time of day it is, followed by insanely hot and humid summers. About the best time of year here is the 3-4 days of fall when it cools off enough to actually go outside yet isn’t rainy or overcast.
It really does remind me of the time I spent in Bangor Washington, only I don’t believe they can fry an egg on the sidewalk up there in July… Oh, and Virginia doesn’t smell like a pine forest like Bangor does (which was really nice). Virginia smells like car exhaust, cement, and asphalt.
Well, enough bitching. I have web sites to work on and I need them to be happy and up-beat so I’m going to crank up the laptop’s sound system and get to it!
Have a great day out there…
Well, it’s the end of the day here and due to an encroaching headache, I’m off to bed.
I did the insurance, taxes, title and tag thing on the Honda today, so it’s officially mine. Oh, and it’s a Civic, not an Accord. I’ll put up a photo tomorrow.
At least it runs. I’ll have to fiddle with the engine a bit as it’s running really rich and the idle is off too. Not a big deal I don’t think.
I also added another 512megs of ram to the laptop here which takes it to a gig. Things are definitely faster now and I can run Photoshop CS, Image Ready CS, and GoLive CS at the same time now. This certainly makes doing the web page thing easier…
And with that, I’m signing off for the night…
