Upgrading into 1999 or so!

chaggalagirl and I got back from Rochester last night. It's strange that Rochester could have higher quality and more competitive pricing for computer parts than metro Boston, which has eight times the population.

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The montagnard army is growing. I'm running out of places to put its members, but I can always do some workarounds.

By the way, is anyone else annoyed by the mom in that Tylenol Cold for Children commercial? Maggie pointed this out, and now it galls me just to hear the commercial. If you haven't had this inflicted on you, the commercial is mostly told by the older sister of the fever victim. She's happy her little brother has a cold, because this means she'll get some quiet time with her other snotty friends. Suddenly the little brother bursts into her room with a super-soaker, firing away. The gaggle of girls scream and run.

This is where I get annoyed. The sister goes to her mother to complain. She doesn't have to say a word -- she's soaked and sneering. The mother is laughing (which is fine -- her brats, her problem) but she then says "I had to give it to him."

She could have also said to the boy: "I am your mother and your healer. I gave you life and cold medicine that tastes grape-like. You shall fire no water cannons in my house." I suppose this woman had kids by accident. Perhaps she's an opium addict. Either way, she doesn't know how to take care of any emotional situations. This is very pro-Yuppie and anti-responsibility advertising. I shouldn't be shocked, since this is the land of the jaded and willfully ignorant.

-defrag 100% complete, Ps/d