Virtual space waste.

     The title is a tad misleading. I just felt the flow of it.  I was having a discussion about 'virtual memory' recently.

     My last computer, a gateway, would always give me warnings about being low on 'virtual memory'.  I would counter the box with the idea of; "It's virtual, meaning it doesn't really exist, therefore should be unlimited."
     
     To no avail however.  Wouldn't imagination fall into the virtual category?  Does that mean ones imagination is limited?  I chose the second definition offered by Websters on line.
 
generated by computer: simulated by a computer for reasons of economics, convenience, or performance.

     That clears what up exactly?  Not to sure.  Okay, generated by computer.  That makes sense.  Simulated by?  Well If it is simulated...am I just to dense to think this through at 4:20 in the morning.

     If it is generated or simulated then it is not an actual thing.  The hard drive is a thing.  Something tangible.  The memory chips inside the computer are tangible.  This virtual memory seems intangible.  Thus how can it be limited?

     Our imaginations could never be considered limited.  They are by very definition intangible.  Ahh well.  That's the thought that has kept with me to post an entry.

     Should be bringing home my sister today.  She was upset that no one called her at the hospital last night.  Understandable.  Usually my brother in laws job.  Oh well.  So a half day at work for me.  

     Going to make some meatloaf for dinner, exciting no?  Alright I'm out. 

-later

    

Another week dawns. Well it's not dawn quite yet.

     I've been up since 3.  It happens.  So I showered and used my new hair brush.  Yeah big whoop.  Actually I did think it was.  It's even purple.  Was unsure about it at first.  I mean come on $6 for a hair brush what's going on.  Oh well.

     Got a dusting of snow last night.  Roads will be icy.  First time for me driving in this in this car.  Have a co-worker out today.  The ugly job from last week is no doubt finished.  Left my manager dealing with it on Friday.  

     Breakfast; leave early; a good 40 min on the treadmill; then I'll be ready for work.  Have some of the dinner from Saturday left over for lunch.  And this is after I had some for lunch yesterday from shopping.  Was not as impressed with the chicken kebab as I was everything else.  

     Did some baked fries and grabbed the last porter house steak in the fridge.  Since my sister wasn't home and it was just me and the brother in law.  He enjoyed it.   I can never stress that when there is a good sale and you can afford it.  Buy it!  Freezer wrap it!

     Sister is thinking she'll be released today or tomorrow, or Wednesday.  So I'll be on call.  It's easier for me.  This way it leaves my brother in law to take off and handle the chemo appointment.  With luck that starts back up on Friday.  We shall see.

     Rest of Sunday was alright.  Shopping, lunch, lounge.  Left at half time on the 1 O'clock game, told sister I'd come up and visit.  She was surprised.  Actually to an extent I was too.  When I got home brother in law was finishing emptying the dishwasher.  So I took care of the sink and the meal.

     He had a few beers, deserved I thought.  For him, he did a shitload this weekend.  Recap, cleaned bathroom, vacuumed, visited sister, food shopping, visited sister, dishwasher.  Trust me.  That's huge for him.  We even talked about sports while I cooked.  Not a terrible time.

     So what does this week hold?  I've no idea.  But it starts at 3 and showered by 3:45.  And as the cold nips at my ankles I'm going to go and get dressed now.  Hope you all have a good one.

-later

Whimsy cont'd

     Looking for purpose for this day.  Nothing was completed yesterday.  Just a complete disorganized mess.  Something that could have and should have been avoided.

     Meandering drives.  Drive 10 miles in one direction, change mind, turn around, then back in the original direction. 2 things I did get accomplished.  Sort of.  Hit Barnes & Nobles book store.  Unfortunately packed.  Kiddies seemed to be holding a concert in the back.  Sounded dreadful but cute to see nonetheless.

     No point in my going for a look.  The pack was thick with parents and family.  That part was nice.  The part that wasn't?  I couldn't get into a groove.  I'm the sort that wanders the books store til the mood strikes.  Then I groove along.

     Often looking at books from authors I don't know.  Examining the bargain tables hoping for a gem.  Seemed to me there was and over abundance of teen stuff.  Wonder if that is where the market lies just now.

     Personally I didn't last long and decided to get gas.  I thought about the rest of the day.  Much had been eaten by traffic alone.  So many people on the road.  Odd.  Oh but this is shopping season I suppose.

     Queried I, what to do with the rest of the day.  Decided to return home for some lunch.  Dinner was a thought as well.  Was going to treat myself to some Halal food, unsure of the spelling there.

     Reasoning that would be costly I ate some of the whole wheat pasta I made for dinner earlier in the week.  Good not great.  Not to old either.  Then I had a thought, the car.  Should I get it washed?

     Spurred by the idea that they might be open I went to the local car wash.  Yup they were open.  Got the usual wash and vacuum.  Must say I am succeeding thus far in keeping it clean and mean.

     Tediously I waited.  Watched it go out for the detailing.  Tires, dash, windows.  It may be just me.  I'm always surprised how clean my windows are afterwards.  I really thing I may stop the occasional cigar in the car. 

     Unfortunately that has become a bit of a habit again.  And I've missed the contrived ashtray once or twice.  Thus I had little debate as to whether or not I should go.

     Vividly dreaming about my dinner I returned home.  Brother in law had been busy.  Cleaned his bathroom and vacuumed, and visited my sister.  He was tired.  He perused the menu and opted for the chicken fingers and fries.

     What did I get?  The combo plate.   Rice, skewer of chicken and beef, gyro meat and something else.  It is a lamb sausage like thing.  It is very good. And dessert I had baklava.  

     Here is where I fail dear reader.  So I see no point in continuing.  I especially though the thread in today's post was much better.

     Dinner was good.  Had and all right night's sleep.  Now it's shopping list time and then shopping.

-later

Whimsy

       As the title suggests I'm having coffee and it is Saturday morning.  Just some thoughts.  Tis a cold day, about 36 now, damp cold to boot.

     Because I spend more time on the weekends trying to think what I want to do.  More time than actually doing it.  Even have given thoughts about it during the week.  Make a note I say to myself, ignoring it more often than not.

     Consider the madness of it.  We all have things to do and yet we often do not get to them.  Why?  Right this moment I am trying to figure what to do.  So far, get a bagel.

    Damned good bagel too.  My favorite.  Whole wheat sunflower with veggie cream cheese.  For dinner?  We'll get there.  Sure the brother in law will have some old standby.  Not much left in the fridge.  Food shopping is tomorrow.

     Expecting myself to go to the laundromat today.  Must wash that North face jacket.  Haven't worn it since for a few years.  Sadly it's been left in a bad state.  I'm hoping washing it will make it good to go again.  It was a treat when I bought it.

     Fairly good bargain too.  And I do endorse them.  When it gets this cold and damp, even I put away the leather bomber in favor of this jacket.  Clothes shopping?  Just don't see it today.

     Going shopping just doesn't appeal right now.  No where near as appealing as sitting in my house drinking coffee.  Did I mention that I'm thinking about getting a lap top.  I know I've expressed my computer woes before.  So I've decided on a lap top.  At some point.

    How?  Not a clue at all.  I really need to dig down and do some research about them.  I know I'm totally computer ignorant.  For some reason technology does not resonate with me.  I tend to stand and flinch like Frankenstein when confronted by villagers torches.

     I will do it however.  Like I said previously, this computers days are numbered.  And I really want to be able to play computer games again.  I miss them.

     Just an idea.  I need to clean a place for the T.V.  No I've not set it up yet.  I'm also still toying with the idea of a new gaming system.  But need always counters want in my book.  The idea of a laptop that I could download some games on.  

     Knowing that.  It will placate me for a bit.  Even my Atari 2600 disk is not quite enough right now.  So maybe that's what I'll do also today.  Price systems, gain knowledge will be included.  

-t.b.c.

The road goes ever, ever on....

     Somewhere in 1980, they did that movie.  That is the song that closes it out.  Somehow I can never find the lyrics online. There are several versions, but that is the one I remember best.

Roads goes ever, ever on.
To the lands beyond the sea.
On a white ship will I sail.
Watching shadows part for me.
Leaving havens gray with rain.
Leaving friends with gentle pains, as they start another day.
Roads I've traveled I must leave. 
For I've turned the final bend.
Weep not empty tears but grieve, as my road comes to an end.
It's so easy not to try.
Just let the world go drifting by. 
If you never say hello.
You don't have to say goodbye.

     That's the song I remember from the movie.  In the books there is something similar.  Great way to end a movie.  As always I get off topic.

     Suffice to say that after the phone call from the brother in law family, there was a blow up.  Had to fill my sister in on everything.  She'd no idea how long they'd been trying to get on the deed as well.  Even told her tonight I think it's the middle child complex.  Where you try to appease everyone.  In the end that always fails.

     Lots was said.  He still feels torn, says they're only looking out for him.  That always goes over like a ton of bricks.  We have no choice but to do this.  It is a disgusting way to be forced into it.  We will find a lawyer.  

     Anyway.  She's back in the hospital.  Yup.  Double pneumonia, blood clots, bladder infection.  She went back in last night.  Spoke with her tonight, doing a bit better.  

     His sister called.  They are sending a check for 3K.  Apparently sister posted on Facebook and their conscience got the better of them.  Although his sister did call and warn him that they were expecting an accounting and such.  

     Money, whats it good for?  No I'm not going to put up the lyrics to that song.  But just wanted to post, get stuff out there.  

-later

Drama.

     My house has been full of the stuff as of late.  Right now it's about money.  Lack therefore it on my brother in law and sisters part.

     Now I'm certain I've filled you in on the trust fund and such.  If not, maybe later.  Long story shortened, he's waiting for another call from his brother and sister tonight.  Spoke to them last night.  Now tonight.  More than he's spoken to them in ages.

     I'm all set to let them be villains, but this time they may have a point.  Firstly and foremost they want him on the deed to the house.  Okay not a huge deal.  The part that bites is they want it done now and it just isn't going to happen now.

     The second part against him is the money they sent him at the beginning of October.  It's gone.  Why?  Damned if I know and damned if he knows.  And since my sister is practically bedridden, it was only him.  And this was a nice sum to boot.  He's just that horrible with money.  And they want an accounting.

     If I get more involved it will definitely be be putting him on a budget.  Worst part was listening last night.  He bleated "I know I fucked up okay.  I'm sorry."  Just don't know what to say anymore.

     And I've no money to lend the sad sacks.  We may be f@#$!$.  Oh well.  I know I'll be fine.  So this is primarily why I haven't been posting.

     Oh and on a side note.  For the second time now, someone tried to hack my account.  Got an email from Google about it.  I assure you I am just not that interesting. 

     Okay I'm done.

-later

Thanksgiving.

     It had been a rough night, I already figured that they would not be accompanying me to the city.  I made the mashed potatoes without saying a word.  She'd been up and down all night, my brother in law with her.

     Once the potatoes were finished I had a word with my brother in law.  I pointed out the turkey breast, cranberry sauce, rolls, he was certain they weren't going either.  So my preparations the night before weren't in vain.

     It was around 11 when the news descended to me.  I understood.  I also told her that I was giving her some time.  Last time she had begun chemo it was a last minute decision to go.  Not to be this time.  Got the pies out of the fridge, same pies I mentioned a few posts back.  I was on my way.

     Cold and blustery day, overcast.  Traffic for the most part wasn't bad.  One snarl really set me back 30 min.  Other than that it was good.  The Brooklyn bridge is becoming one of my favorite bridges.  Unlike the 59th street or Queensborough, or whatever they're calling it now.  The latter can be difficult to find.

     I arrived, parked the car in a pay lot and made my way upstairs.  Broke the news to my 2 cousins who were in attendance.  My one cousin I'm always going in and seeing him in the city.  The other?  It's been a tenuous sort of cousin-hood, new word alert.  Called my sister to tell her I arrived.  She would call back and speak to each of them for a little.  They very much understood.

     All in all it was a great time.  2 other guests that I was unaware of couldn't make it.  There was a good deal of food too.  14lb turkey, 1/4 sitting in a bag in my fridge.  Stuffing from whole foods, mashed turnips, brussellsprouts, damn my cursor when invisible again, there we go reboot and a fix.  ...mashed potatoes, 1 moldy  yam that the other cousin brought, friends had given it to her.  She'd cut off the  moldy part, it leaked in the oven as yams often do.  In the end it was thrown out.

     At one point we did venture outside, so frigid we quickly scurried back in.  Food was served.  Conversation while not worthy here, was quite good and fun.  The pies went into the oven.
  
     In case you don't remember, same post I referenced earlier, I brought an apple and a peach raspberry.  They were delicious.  The party broke up about 7.  Left overs put into bags.  And I was off.

     Car was in a good spot, I gave the guy what I hoped was a good tip.  Charged me $34 for the 6 or 7 hours I was there.  Got my stuff situated, seat belted the leftovers in the back seat.  And I was off.

     Had to do some contortions but was pleased to have found the bridge.  I even made the correct turn off, you can go right to the BQE or straight into Brooklyn.  Of course just because I made the right doesn't mean things went well.  You have read my blogs before right?

    I somehow missed a turn or took an extra turn.  I basically wound up going back of the bridge back into Manhattan and starting over.  Yup.  This is why I like my bridges free.  I'm a putz.  

     Okay it's been a bit over an hour, yeah you don't know it.  I'm back with coffee.  Back to the tale of the bridge.

     I meander down some cobble stone streets, there's one or two.  Trying to figure out where I messed up.  I could just start over but I don't want to.  Keeping my wits about me, I look for a place to pull over.  There's another pay garage, so not to deserted.  Pull over and consult Suri.  I ask her to get me to a destination well East and she obliged rather nicely.  Upon looking at the map later, I can't understand how I missed the main street.  Tilary.  Oh well.

     Once I'm on the main route and positive I can't get lost I reckon it's time for a smoke.  To celebrate a good fun evening and to take the edge off.  Well I could have thought better.

    The exit I got off at, and I should have known this, has a lot of private communities with guard shacks.  They are never willing to let you just sit for a moment and light a smoke.  So I found one without and did so and went home.

     If you celebrated Thanksgiving, hope you had a good one.  Otherwise hope you had a good Thursday.

-later