I think everyone's life needs to have a describing theme. Mine has one. Its 'clown shoes'.

So I go home for lunch today, the same way I do every day. I had in tow a stick of RAM that I'd brought to work, to test Kim's computer. I knew this stick of RAM was good so I put it in her computer because I suspected the RAM in that machine was faulty. Lo and behold I was correct, it was faulty. I subsequently discovered that power supply was also bad but that's a story for another time. Back to the main story. I go home for lunch, and I take this stick of RAM with me. I put it back in the computer I'd taken it from, and I turn it on to make sure everything is groovy (since I'd swapped in and out of several machines) The computer comes on with a fearsome SNAP! from the back. A poof of brown smoke follows the sound which itself is trailed by a disgusting, acrid smell. Another Techtronics power supply bites the dust, and with it, probably all the parts in that system. :-( I'm holding some hope (very minor hope) that maybe the power supply alone went. When Dean was in Watson to came in the spring, his computer blew a power supply and he didn't lose all his system components. I don't expect to be that lucky but I might as well hope, right? I was so demoralized by this that lunch did not taste too good, and I really didn't enjoy my Tang. ...sigh...

Clown shoes.

Toodles.

I just remembered a dream I had, a few minutes ago. The strange thing is, I can't remember when I had this dream. Nor can I recall enough of the details for me to write down an account of it, so it might make for a decent narrative. The gist of it was, I was in this huge game. It was like a board game, but on city wide scale. There were different zones, and you had different missions, or tasks, to complete to move on to the next one. It was not like I was in a video game though, even though the mission aspect is a video game concept. Everything was live, and the people in the dream human, and not video game constructs. As you can expect, I was playing the game, completing missions and moving on. I had this general sense of dread about not finishing a mission, like I would physically die or something if I did not finish it successfully. I was never told that I would die though. The last mission I was involved in was searching around this big park for a priestly artifact. I found it on top of a giant stone sculpture that was very cube-like. It was a bizarre dream.

Toodles!

You know what I don't get? Why is it that all the responses I've gotten off these internet dating sites, have been on this obscure little site that I've never seen advertised anywhere? That Cupid.com thing is on the radio all the time, or was back when I used to listen to the radio. I naturally assumed that if I ever got a response it would be through that avenue. Not even a sniff. I don't even remember how I found this Heart Detectives site that I keep getting messages on. Maybe its all a racket and its just a dupe to get guys to sign up. I suppose that is possible. Some of the responses I've got were kind of head scratchers. Illinois? Why would a woman in Illinois want to chat with me, out of the blue? That one kind of mystifies me. Most of them are from Saskatchewan though. I can look up profiles for free but not read the emails. That's how they get you. You know that you have messages, you just can't read them. Unless someone knows a way to hack it that I don't know. I suppose that is possible. I really don't care enough to attempt hacking a web site to read emails. :-)

Toodles!

I have two jokes today!!!

The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews and testing were done, there were three finalists, two men and a woman.
For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside of this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill Her!!!"
The man said, "You can't be serious. I could never shoot my wife."
The agent said, "Then you're not the right man for this job."
The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. "I tried, but I can't kill my wife." The agent said, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife and go home."
Finally, it was the woman's turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow, and said "This gun is loaded with blanks! I had to beat him to death with the chair!"

A guy visits his doctor complaining of a really sharp headache along the left side of his brain.
"Hmmm," the doctor says, ruminating on the problem. "Let me ask you this - do you masturbate?"
Somewhat taken aback the guy replies, "Uhhh, well . . . uhhh, yeah."
The doctor grins and says, "It's great, isn't it?"