As you all know (if you’ve been reading my endless boring posts about it), my computer, “Rescussi-Annie,” was rendered dead as a doornail through various mishaps. Well, E-Sabbath volunteered to come all the way out to the Wilds of NJ and fix it! Had to get shots and his passport and everything.
We made a Micro-Dopefest out of it: he was accompanied by Billdo, Oxymoron and Oxy’s sterling b/f, Chad. While E-Sabbath labored mightily over Annie, the rest of the boys amused themselves with my extensive library of Odd Books and my Bert Savoy tapes (and I introduced them all to Angelina Natale, the prettiest girl in the graveyard). Computer is now better than ever, and all E-Sabbath would take in payment was a signed copy of one of my books, and what turned out to be a pretty awful Chinese dinner!
So, many thanks to all for an enjoyable day, and especially to E-Sabbath for somewhat restoring my faith in humanity (at least till someone else does something heinous to kill it again).
Let’s see. Odds and ends: Song that I thought of, odder than Abba-Dabba-Honeymoon, that you will never hear again on the radio. Ever.
Ahab the A-rab.
I sent out the link about mouse balls in e-mail…
I suppose the most pertinent information to all and sundry is that the Secaucus Transfer is open, but the signs, all thousands, are useless. Indeed, the only way to tell what platform you are on is to look at the “This way to” sign and subtract. Alas, it goes “AB23”, and I still havn’t figured that part out.
What kind of typewriter was that, Eve? I’ll try to hunt down a repair shop.
Don’t forget, CD (Disc, not lens) Cleaner, Can of Air.
It’s enough to make me want to break my computer!!
Say, Eve, while I’ve got you on the horn… our local monthly just ran a feature on the history of Ann Arbor’s movie theatres. They had a couple of people quoted who remembered going to Tom Mix westerns and I thought “Hey! I know what those are! Thanks EVE!”
The article was interesting. I had no idea that theatres charged a premium to see “Birth of a Nation.”
I think I got one of the best deals, though: Eve graciously lent me her copy of a 1931 guide to NYC, which Chad and I are devouring. Really fun info from a time when Chelsea was Irish, Yorktown German (though already declining), all the avenues ran two-way, and the traveler was advised never, never, NEVER to order liquor in a club.
Glad I kept Tom Mix alive for you, Crank, and that Oxy and Chad are enjoying ther NYC guide. So sad, reading about the long-dead department stores and newspapers!
The typewiter is a 1920s Royal, but it’s so heavy that even if I did find a repair shop, I’d need a winch and crane to take it in . . . (that’s “winch,” with an “i”).
Look what you’re making me do: I have to find my old phone (1940’s, I believe), see which wire needs replacing, check for the replacement online, probably e-mail back and forth a few times and to see if if’s the right one, spend ten bucks for the replacement, rewire my phone and run the phone jack to my desk that I’ve been putting off doing for nearly forever.