This is Wallace at Hooters around a year ago. When something happens in this nothing town, I’ll get a newer picture. Meanwhile, Wallace is outside the Hooters at the gambling casino. We didn’t go
It would be safe to say Jimbo’s is on the music map of this town. A group I’ve heard about, “Fired Up” came in and did a great show last evening. I got the call and went to hear them. Pretty tight. They gave no notice and didn’t advertise so all they got was the regulars. They were the right volume and show for the club, however. That makes Jimbo’s, as far as I know, the only local club with entertainment three nights per week.Besides, I had to get out of the house. Mike at the shop also got the bug, so he was out sick today. Sure enough, I will have to hook up a third computer, I had to wait around myself for a turn today. I’ve got around five steady customers, which makes me the most popular Internet café in town except for out on the beach. Those five are enough to make me a profit.
One day this town will get into the computer era. They still have not learned that the telephone is not a good way to give out an email addy. It took three tries to send an attachment because the people in Ft. Lauderdale gave me “tiral”, then “tirazo” and finally “tirado”. When I tried to spell it phonetically, it threw them off base so badly I had to quit that. Literally, when I began, “T as in Tango” those people had no idea what I meant, they could not follow. Unbelievably stupid people who cannot understand why you don’t respect them. They originally wanted a fax. Primitive savages.
To unwind, it was over to Borders until past 8:00 p.m. They have completed the new coffee area but strangely, they’ve made it worse. Fewer larger tables and no counter. It’s like the Denny’s Diner of bookstores. Each large table taken up by one person and no place for others to sit unless they share. I know I don’t like to share a table when I’m reading, mainly because too many others have annoying and distracting habits, like eating potato chips or constantly scratching. Luckily, I got a chair right away.
Nano-technology. They’ve built a $7,000 bike frame that is ten times stronger than steel. The weight was not mentioned. It is a nearly see-through set of pipes, confirming my guess that my space elevator does not have to be a solid building. A critical point was a single phrase indicating that when there is a stress or crack, this new material does not begin to transfer the weakness to adjacent cells like metal will. That also means it has no “give”.
I found an article on KIVA. This is the place that lets you be the banker on your computer. It is based on the fact that in most of the world, $25 is a lot of money. You actually lend out these small amounts in the Third World. I’m interested because I believe that market is huge. I first heard about it in India around ten years ago. Today’s report said there was a 99.7% repayment rate, but gave no information on how to go about things. Maybe I’ll just google it tomorrow, much as I’ve come to despise Internet search engines.
It is unconfirmed, but I may have received a request from Brother corporation to remove the stinging review I gave them over their “tech support” fiasco. Even if the email is authenticated tomorrow, forget it. My readership is now in the thousands and the Internet has long needed a truthful and trusted reporter of these matters. (When I meet him, I’ll get his autograph.) I see a day in the near future where I can cost these corporations big for the slightest attempt to pull a stunt like that.
That’s all for now, except there is some flurry of activity at the coast. Possibly those long awaited pension documents or more lost transcripts. Both or either will make my day. I’ve decided to get a steady job again before making the slightest decisions about that pension money. I’ve had trouble re-adapting to work hours after long breaks before. Say, let me figure for a moment. Yes, this is the second longest work break I’ve ever taken. Over three years now.
I am informed my report on that pension has some people thinking I’m almost retired. Not at all, it is just that I started planning for my retirement when I was 26, so I am well-versed in the things most people associate with later in life. I plan so far ahead that it just seems odd sometimes. But when I eventually turn 60, I’ll be sure to let you know.
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