I have a friend, Peter, who has been more encouraging than my other friends. He wants to actually go out and do things. He makes my other friends look like sedentary sloths. It’s great.
Today, he decided that I need to get new clothes to help me look better at bars. So off to West Edmonton Mall where I go through a large amount of money to get new clothes and shoes. I’m sure I look nice in them, but I had planned on the Ralphbucks going to pay off my mortgage, and a large purchase doesn’t help.
But I do need to get new clothes.
Yesterday I think I wasted the day. I spent most of the afternoon on the computer. I would like to say it was on computer games. But, instead it was spent going through old computers and trying to transfer files in obsolete formats into non-obsolete ones. I finally knocked off the hard drive of the Macintosh Plus (20 years old), and the Macintosh Performa 6200 (ten years old). I wrote rather prolifically in my younger days, so there are quite a number of files. Unfortunately, I did most of my writing in a program called “Write Now”. That file format is no longer supported, so I have to work on the old programs to save the files in RTF format which the later Macs actually like.
Some of the transfers have been harder than others. A few files were written in Nisus in a newspaper style which has been impossible to maintain. Sacrifices have been made with format to preserve content. I’ve also had problems with multiple files existing. I sometimes find the same file existing on two different computers, and I have to figure out which one is the more recent.
It has been nice seeing some of the old memories. I even have works by friends that were buried in the electronic sediments. And now that I have two computers cleared, I can look at getting rid of them and reclaiming space. And not worry about moving them.
Then I started on the old floppy disks. (The Performa 6200 is the latest computer I have that can still accept a floppy.) Most of them had already been transferred to hard drives long ago, but I ran across the floppy that I kept a journal on. From April 4th, 1991, I kept a journal for a few months. All of it written in “Write Now”. Each day in its own file. It isn’t really critical to preserve them, but that feels like a cop-out attitude. I wrote it originally for posterity (I’m assuming) and it would be wrong to just toss it.
Mind you, it isn’t high literature. I would be tempted to store them in LiveJournal, except it doesn’t shed me in the most glowing of light. I would be about 17, in grade twelve at the time. A time when the average boy is hormones and stupid. The final line of the first entry pretty much summarizes it: “So far all I can say is that this diary is going to be very private.” So it is probably best if I keep them for myself.
I haven’t updated for awhile, and for that I apologize. I thought it was because nothing very interesting has happened, but that isn’t totally true. I have a few drips and drabs of… stuff.
On Saturday I saw Underworld Evolution. It was good, nearly as much so as the prequel. It kept up with plot development and we learned secrets of the world that helped explain previous actions. My only problem is that in the last few minutes it fell into the common Hollywood trap: “Hey this fight scene is going great. Let’s spice it up by breaking a few laws of physics and probability and kick it up a notch by adding another hazard for the people to fight around.” All that really does is strain credibility.
Sunday had a 14km run. I had stayed up too late the previous night so I was wasted by the time the afternoon rolled around. I still went to the improv jam in the evening, but I was the only one. (Aside from the two moderators.)
On Monday my Ralphbucks arrived. A $400 bribe from King Ralph to forget that the conservatives have been in power for far too long and have no idea what to do with all the money they won from the geology lottery. I would have preferred that the money went to better the province, maybe by building infrastructure. However, I still am not giving it to charity. It’s going to pay off my mortgage.
Tuesday was another Improv class. The class is too crowded so I’m not enjoying it. I’m not getting a chance to actually do improv, and I feel my skills are starting to slide. Afterwards I went to Improvaoke. A former teacher was doing a combination of improv and karaoke at a nearby bar. The end result of that was me staying up too late. I didn’t sleep that well either.
Wednesday was a disaster. I got into work in a haze, and I was not very productive. In the evening there was running. I did hill training again. I have noticed that I am no longer looking forward to the Wednesday evening run. I don’t know if it is because when you are running hills there isn’t a chance to socialize, or that it is just hard to do. My legs don’t ache as much, so I suppose that is good.