Fry's. God, I hate that place. The cheapest one I can find on their site is 4GB for $6.99. And it's larger than mine, Mine's a skinny little *purple* thing. They have a huge range of insanely cheap thumb drives. Key thing--don't buy them so small you lose them. Made that mistake with the 16GB beauty that preceded it. It was pretty much flush when you plugged it in. It's here somewhere. They also have some pretty big ones--256GB for $799.00. Still on your keychain.
I'm always an episode behind but dayum that show is good.
Oh, yes. It pleases me to no end. Next week looks like shit may go down, word.
I think you must have made quite an impression on him to have him mention you after 10 years.
I do remember being clothed for most of it...
Wasn't JAR married (still is, for all I know) to Tangi Memfault, who was on Felicity? Dating?
They also have some pretty big ones--256GB for $799.00. Still on your keychain.
Jesus, overkill much? What do you put on there -- the FBI database?
Wait, a terrabyte is bigger, though, right? Terabyte? Or did I just make that up?
And from the Midwest, it constantly cracks my shit UP that so many Buffistas know/meet famous people. It's so weird to me. Cool! But weird. I know they're just people, but it's like ORLY?
I need to meet a famous person. For my bucket list, which I don't have. Even a little famous is fine.
1. Go to Ireland
2. Get an emerald wedding ring before my 25th anniversary.
3. Meet someone famous.
4. Own something La Perla makes.
5. Have pretty toenails for one whole summer.
6. Go to sleep without narcotic aid.
It is entirely possible to meet famous people in the Midwest. Hell, isn't there always a M*A*S*H cast member at the dinner theatre in KC?
Now I have to go check my stove
1 terabyte is 1000 GB.
Is it 1000 or 1024? I know they mess with that for some measures, but I can never remember which.
According to Wikipedia (welcome back!), it's 1000 GB. 1024 GB is a tebibyte.
Jamie Farr, pretty much. I suppose I'm being too picky -- I want a sexy or geeky famous person.
I can't get to sleep yet. Bleargh.
I occasionally leave a burner on, which makes me feel dumb. But then I usually check the stove three times to make sure I didn't leave a burner on. Going back the fourth time doesn't make me feel any less dumb. I R distractable, apparently.
And herewith I bring up styles of coexistance. If I find a burner on, I turn it off. Or re-wash the dirty dish, or put the butter back in the fridge, or return the flashlight to the drawer. If I think of it later, in conversation, I'll mention it. If not, deed is done, we're good.
If H finds a burner on, the milk left out, the spoon in the knife drawer, or a dish that didn't get clean, he's compelled to show me, and tell me about it. It's not a punishment thing, it's more an assigning responsibility thing. I try not to resent it. In fact, I've brought him dirty spoons and the half-full filter pitcher and dishes shelved in the wrong cabinet... and it all just feels so petty. Fix it. And move on. Right?
