Jul. 22nd, 2004

pseydtonne: Behold the Operator, speaking into a 1930s headset with its large mouthpiece. (bright-blessings)
I pasted "5012816009040" into Google to find anyone with a web page about the Sun SparcStation 5 part that matches this part number. I got ugazz (for all you medigani Protestanti, that's pronounced "ooh-GOTS" ). Then i remembered the number needs a dash, so I made it "501-2816009040". Google than gave me the mathematical result. Whoah! Click here if you're as intrigued as I am.

I did four loads of laundry last night. Now I have no excuse for not building Ron's computer out of my old computer other than lethargy. Of course I haven't started. Also, my buddy Anthony wants me to come over tomorrow night to help him paint his bathroom, so I have another excuse to avoid the boxes. The painting is secondary to the company -- he's going to be alone with paint fumes if I don't come over. If I do come over... uhh... shit, we may end up drunk and full of lo mein.

He's trying to sell his house in Saugus. His theory is that the market is just about to tank in metro Boston (his wife is a realtor and she's been watching the trends). They'll be able to use the equity to pay off her loans and wait out the imminent collapse of one of the most inflated housing markets on the East coast. I think he's right. Thus, he has a strong motive for getting the place renovated in time for a prompt sale.

Ron, in fact, can't afford to get a real computer until he sells his condo in Allston Village. Once that goes down, so will its value. What a fine time to be a renter in Boston, eh?

-cleaning Maggie's coming home gift, Dante

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