Monthly Archives January 2005

Install at Garrett’s

Garrett is moving into his new place, and today the retarded Comcast guy came out to install the cable internet. That worked fine… But his speeds were slow with the old beater cable modem. We went out and bought a new cable modem and a PCI wireless card to use with his existing wireless router. The new cable modem more than doubled his speed. Brought it right up to almost exactly the bandwidth he is paying for.

The wireless card, on the other hand, was 3 hours of research, installing, uninstalling and other troubleshooting. Finally started digging through forums and I found that 7483921 other people were having the same problem I happened to get, and the solution for most of them was to get a different brand card. Ick. The card apparently works great for the rest of the world.

Also, bonus photos of my car turning 25000 miles today, Garrett’s girlfriend looking bored and a mouse on Garrett’s hiptop.






Moving Lauren Out

Lauren’s moving to her home in Pittsburgh. Today I helped her move out of Saint Paul where she lived for about 6 months. She lived in the Twin Cities area for about a year and a half. She belongs is in the Eastern Time Zone, though, and now it’s time for her to go home.





Dinner at Joe’s Garage

….for Lauren’s Birthday.

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Mickey’s Dining Car

A staple of Saint Paul culture. Open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, every day of the year. They dish out what’s dished to them. "Here’s your bacon, asshole," for instance was heard on this visit. A old bum sat down next to us and had a cigarette and was trying to touch the waitress and rile her up. She was strong and continually put him in his place. She told him to "shut the fuck up" a couple of times. He later started sketching on a napkin. He shows Jeff and I a crude drawing: an eyeball, a heart, the words "ex wife," a tree and then a treble clef and some notes. He asks us, "what does that say?" We were stumped. He said, "I love country music."

The food was fantastic and prepared right in front of us. A bizarre experience, but you ever visit Saint Paul, it is essential to have a visit to Mickey’s Diner.





Green at the Artists’ Quarter



Yet Another Hiptop

This time they didn’t include a return label. I get to wait for a few days until I get another one so I can return it. I forget how many hiptops I have had, but I am pretty sure it’s over ten now since October 2002.




Almost Dead Hiptop2

A few days ago, my rear speaker went out on my hiptop2. None of the system sounds worked, nor did the speakerphone, but using it as a phone was fine. Funny thing, is that you never hear it ring, though. I called T-Mobile’s WDG and got set up for a replacement.

So after a couple days of getting used to vibrate mode, the screen goes wack. Bad. It looks as if I smashed it with a blunt object. I have no idea how it happened. My friend Bill posted photos of it as it’s difficult to take photos of your hiptop screen with the hiptop you’re trying to take photos of. :-) At least I have a replacement on the way already.

Now I’m using a Nokia 6610, which I actually like a lot. It’s simple, small, has excellent reception, vibrate and is tri-band. I got it after Bananachunks tipped me to a deal he found on Howard Forums for existing T-Mobile customers: Nabbed it for $35. Well spent.

So as my hiptop2 sits off on the charger, I have spared everyone from photos of geocaching yesterday and of me listening to Katamari Fortissimo Damacy, the soundtrack to the game I posted about a little more than a week ago. It’s fantastic. Highly recommended.

So until my new hiptop2 comes…

Moving Snow








POV’s

My friend Garrett just got a new home in the northwest suburbs of Minneapolis - decides to invite some friends out to a local bar near his new place, POV’s. They charged me a $8 cover to see a cover band, but we got to play the new Golden Tee Live.








Snowmobiling

Finally getting some real snow in Minnesota. My stepfather took me out down the road and to a lake to buzz around a bit. Feels good to fly across a scene that feels like the opening scene of the film Fargo at 90mph.