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My first year at the UW, 1968, I started by living at home and taking the #7 bus, which passed by our house and conveniently went up University Way or maybe 15th (parallel a block east) about an hour later. More or less. It got old fast, especially when it kept me from being in shows because the last bus was before final curtain.

A lucrative summer job at KOMO-TV gave me the means to move into a dorm the next year. Terry hall. Those of us who did not have a friend to share the room with were assigned someone. When I checked in, a young blonde guy was there, he had pinned a poster above his bed which was very impressive - a Mercedes Benz luxury car completely disassembled and all the parts polished and shiny silver. It was a beautiful poster photographically, and he said it was what inspired him to become a mechanical engineering major. His dream was to help design and build Mercedes cars.

On his night stand was a phonograph and a stack of records, which he said "don't worry, I won't play them while you're here".

As the quarter progressed, he changed from the happy, relaxed guy to more and more stressed and paranoid. The first clue he was nuts is he accused me of being homosexually interested in him. He said he heard me talking in my sleep, coming on to him. Soon after that I came back to the dorm to hear German coming out of his phonograph. He was supposed to be in class at the time. It turned out his stack of records were all songs of Hitler Youth from the late 30's.

The next day I talked to the dorm councilor to change rooms/roommates, and he told me I was too late, Nazi boy had flunked out and would be gone by the time I was back from classes.

And he was.

Normally, they would have moved in someone from the waiting list, but luckily for me, they had already accommodated everyone on the list, and I had the room to myself for the rest of the school year.

Having a solo room was very good for my love life, Terry Hall was really two dorms, a woman's and men's pair, separated only by fire doors between them. The doors were locked between 2 and 6 am, because (as a UW Daily editorial snarked) it's a well known Scientific Fact that conception can only occur during those hours.
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Up and out at the usual time. AG tried to make an Alexa call to my echo dot, but I was in another room, and the dot doesn't have enough volume for that. Talked to him later on the phone en route to work.

Middle sister posted a YouTube video of special interest, which I emailed to my work and watched as part of my testing. Here it is:



Okay, I know you can't follow it well because it's all in Hebrew, and poorly recorded at that. But here's the hook: The girl they follow from the bus crash to the hospital to rehab to teaching yoga is my grand niece Miriam. The woman in the head wrap next to the skinny guy with the scraggly beard is my eldest niece Rivka. The skinny guy is her husband. Rivka looks and sounds so much like her mother (my older sister Briana) it is frightening. Funny, you don't look deja-vuish.

Briana rarely writes, which is ironic since she has an MA in creative writing, so I had no idea Miriam was in this horrible off-a-cliff bus accident, let alone all the turmoil around it. But then, I never ask. The whole family, 3 nieces, 2 nephews and somewhere upwards of 27 grandchildren are all completely brainwashed super-Orthodox Jews who live on their own little planet. But it still makes me happy to see how many friends have her back. She has inherited her grandmother's social gene.

The three young men on the sofa are her brothers. With them I am not at all impressed.

Anyhow, even without understanding the language, it's an uplifting story.

It was a day to run the short automation test suite. First on a pre-release STB and then on the current version. Different hardware & software.

Took an online break to find out where Spook's favorite water fountain came from. Turns out it is from PetSmart, which is still selling it even though the company which made it is out of business.  So I ordered one to pick up at lunchtime. Almost ordered some other things, but none of them were in stock.

So at lunchtime I drove the 3 miles, picked up the unit, then had a Reuben and some clam chowder at Eric's.

Back to the hole. Got word that I was supposed to update the James Bond box and run the over the weekend automation test on it, but the test rig was still cranking away at the STB. Stayed till 6 to get that done.

More driving - up Shoreline and down El Camino to the Xfinity store in Palo Alto, which is open till 8. It was a 10-minute wait just to be noticed, the "check in here" box at the front had been logged out, it needed an employee to make it work. Then another 15 minutes to wait for actual help. But with a minumum of fuss they gave me a cable card to replace the one UPS lost, and I took Alma/Central until the post rush hour blockage, then Shoreline to my usual back roads route, which was pretty much deserted that late (7:20).

First priority was to log into to my time sheet and fill it out, but my internet connection wasn't working, so I punted, installed the cable card in the Tivo, called the 8xx number to get it activated, but got stuck when the Tivo couldn't log into my router. Did all the things, but no joy. My router said it was working, the cable modem had all the right lights on, but there was no internet service anywhere in the house.

Called Comcast again, and it seems that when they issued me the cable card they reset the cable service, and used an old cable modem mac address. Once that was fixed, everything worked, and after half an hour of Tivo's excruciatingly slow first-time setup I was back to watching all the channels.

But they were breaking up, and disappearing. Checked the connections, and the cable to the tivo was loose. Fixed that and now it's all good. Except I need to go through the channel list and un-choose the SD and Spanish stations. And probably the Vietnamese ones too. I've set it to record all the local and Seattle football. And Penn & Teller.

Watched some CNN, which has become the half-Trump/half-Harvey channel. Switched to the weather channel, and they clearly found the shallow end of the gene pool to send to Texas to report on the hurricane first hand. With instructions to always call the guy at HQ "doctor". As if there's anything practical in getting a doctorate in atmospheric sciences other than beaing able to teach it. 

One thing the cable and streaming channels have in common are those awful prescription drug ads which tell you how many ways this drug will kill you as it is helping you battle euphemized symptoms. I need to write my new sleazy Congressscritter about that. It used to be illegl to advertise prescription drugs.

Dinner was a smoked turkey leg and some corn on the cob. Ice cream dessert.

Delivered by a neighbor was the 3-pack of kitty litter cartridges. UPS dropped it at #17 instead of #7. Nothing in the mailbox.

Plans for tomorrow:
Fasting lab test at Kaiser Santa Clara. Because checkup Monday afternoon
Ford service department with charger. May get turned away with no appointment, but their appointment system is clearly for scheduled maintenance, not for repairs.
Watch some football.
  
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Almost. A few minutes short of High Noon. Spook was spooked by my sloth, she climbed over me a couple of times and got almost into my face until I tried to pet her. She has been very vocal lately, for no apparent reason. Maybe she senses she is being left alone soon. Or maybe she just likes to complain. Some progress - she discovered the joys of drinking from the waterfall part of the fountain instead of the bowl. She still won't take treats from my hand. I suspect she was trained not to. This is too ingrained to be an isolated idiosyncrasy.

Today was the day to replace the carport a/c outlet. And the day I discovered I had bought two wrong replacements. So, off to Home Depot to get the right one, and while there picked up a couple of little things for work. Hooks and Velcro for the flat antennas.

Home, replaced the outlet, and there was no power. Pulled it out, it was wired correctly. Tried one of the "wrong" units, it didn't power up either. Put the first one back in, tried a different way to place the wires, no joy. Put it all back and resolved to call an electrician tomorrow. Posted about it on FB and one of my longest time theater friends, who is a master electrician, offered to come over and take a look. We both figured it was something I'd overlooked, easy to fix.

We both were wrong.

Without boring you with the details, it's a GFI (Ground Fault Interrupter) outlet, designed to pop its internal breaker if it detects too much voltage difference between hot wire and neutral wire. I think. Anyhow, Bob had all the right test equipment, and saw that there was too much voltage, even with the juice turned off. After a lot of Trying Other Things, he figured out that it had something to do with the other outlet in the front of the house, and a lack of grounds in both the carport and front cases. By disabling the front outlet he got the carport one to stay working. That all took hours, and he put in way more work than I had any right to ask. And he wants me to remind him in a month or so to take another stab at finishing the job.

Turns out we have a lot of other techie stuff in common, so it was quite a long chat as well.

And suddenly it was dinner time, but first across the street neighbor Louis wanted to talk. He pointed out there was something in my park mail slot but not in his. Turned out to be a notice that the community club is showing Showboat on Friday evening. I'll have to go. About an hour later as I was taking out the garbage I saw his mail slot had one too. Sometimes the golf cart guy goes all the way around the park on one side of the street and then back the other way. That makes me #7 in his route, and Louis about #233. Give or take.

Home, took care of the garbages, lots of cardboard boxes to flatten and bundle. Dishwasher to unload - which meant another trip to the recycle bin.

It was breezy enough to use the oven, so I baked some popcorn shrimp and clam strips for dinner and whipped up some home made tartar sauce (faux mayo & relish).  And since I had the oven warm, I made two batches of Tollhouse cookies from a tub of dough which needed to be baked soon. I pressed on some walnut pieces before sliding the pan into the oven. Two dozen (out of three) done, and cooling. Ate two. Half the shrimp and some of the tartar sauce is in containers for lunch tomorrow. The cookies are also mostly for lunches.

Delivered today was the replacement lens shade for the Tamron. I've added the 85mm f/1.8 to the list for Helsinki. The con sent me my entry barcode. I transferred it to the phone (it's in a pdf) and also printed it.

Janice ran out of cycles, so no chat today. She invited me to see Dunkirk tomorrow, but I'm done with WWII movies. Have been for a long time. Why are there no Korean War movies? Isn't it time to move on?

Plans for tomorrow:
Work
Spiderman?

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