Yeah, I went anyway

I was making some progress with the files. I even found a better file manager for Windows that does a lot of what I want: Free Commander.

The crappy Windows file manager, which hasn't changed since Windows 95 and has barely improved since Windows 3.1, is to Windows what the one-button mouse has been to the Mac world: a dirty pustule that should have been lanced a long time ago (oh sure, Macs have multi-button mice and the new touch thing -- but only for the desktop).

The point of a file manager is to move files. Why can't I do that in Windows without opening two managers and finding places to put them on the screen? Oh sure, it's only winbutton-e to open one but it'll sit right on top of the one I was just using.

You can tell from this talk that I probably needed to get out of the house by this point (3:30 pm). That's when I got a ping from proudlyfallen and I decided to fight the rain and head up to Easthampton anyway. I got there for the last few minutes of the sale, but I found some cool stuff. For example I now own a CD holder that says "pr0n" on the front.

Then I had dinner with proudlyfallen and her boy in Amherst. Tuna steak is an easy way to my heart. I had the chance to play with dogs and cats, tell stories... all good.

I took route 9 east back to Mass Pike. I didn't check the map and wound up taking the long way around. Instead of taking 202 to 181 I stayed on 9 until route 32. If you look at this on the map you'd see two sides of a squat triangle and a third side that looks a lot more obvious. I didn't realize how close I was to the Quabbin until I checked a map later.

What kept me alive on the long drag home (actually, the trip up was a lot more annoying)? Random radio stations fading in and out. One offered a piece of cheese so horrifying...

Thus before I sleep, I offer you this insane piece of torture. Oh, it's safe for work... but your reaction may not be.