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Wednesday, August 14, 2002

Wonky software: This morning I downloaded a program and put it through it's rather limited paces. Every second command it just quit on me. Blew up real good.

Fortunately, I work in OS X, so a program failure doesn't take the whole system down with it. But why would someone release this stuff and hope to sell it? If you go to the Web site it says there that there have been problems with sudden quitting. Well, duuuhhhh.
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Lazy days: I used to worry that if I quit work (oh, please let me win the lottery) I would become bored and listless. Not so, if my current vacations are any guide.

I can take an entire day just to get around to taking my wife's car into the Air Care emission testing station and then decide, at the last minute, that I can always do that tomorrow and that a nap would be a better option.

We were supposed to be in Paris this week, but, alas, we had to put that off.

Instead I have Air Care.
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Driving range delusions: This morning I hit 180 balls at the driving range. None of them sliced. Not a single one.

I put this to the test tomorrow morning with a quick nine holes at dawn. I was going to play 18 but my playing partner has developed some kind of problem with his left arm and is afraid to make it worse. I think he should play through the pain because, heck, what's a potential lingering lifetime injury compared to the possiblity that I've finally made my big golfing breakthrough?

Of course hitting off mats at a driving range (there's nowhere near me where you can slug away off grass) is a mug's game. You can be hitting three inches behind the ball and not realize it because the club just skids ahead and offers you the sense of an adequate, if shorter, hit.

My playing partner says his left hand feels like it has an electric shock going through it. Hit 180 balls off a mat and you'll think your body has gerbils living in its nerve endings.

And to think I quit playing tennis because I was injuring myself too much.


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