Rapture, Phase 1.

Well, she's up and running. She's whisper quiet, the speakers sound great, and Ubuntu is my new playground (and I love it).

In a few short weeks I'll be back to finish the display and interface buttons, then she'll be coming to Macon.

Rapture: look forward to it.

side note: this was post number 555.
For those of you that don't know, 555 is important for two reasons.
1) 555 is the nonexistent area-code/first-three that is used in entertainment to created "nonexistent" telephone numbers so that people won't call numbers used in movies/tv, etc.
2) 555 was the number designation of the 555 timer, one of the most important computer chips to the simple electronics hobbyist.

Soon and Very Soon.

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Athlon X2 5200+

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2gig DDR 800

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ASUS EN7600 GS Silent (512)

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Ubuntu 7.10 And WinXP pro

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Philco 1941 Radio Case

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160 gig SATA 3gb/s

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Boss Audio CH150 Amplifier

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Pioneer TS-A687R1 6x8s

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Rapture is coming.

Tomorrow.

Now that's tasty.

Every once in a while, like when you have your primary PC sitting on your dining room table with a cat-5e connecting you directly to your router at 9:15 on a Sunday morning, you get download speeds that are just. . . unreasonable.

I call this one of those times. [grin].

Well, somebody needed to say it.

Remember how I talked recently about Lore Sjoberg?

Yeah, well, he pointed out something interesting recently.

Heh.

Real Update.

Sometime soon.

In the meantime. . . I was just sitting here, realizing that I'm supposed to change my clocks over. . .when I realized--my watch battery is dead.

That means that I don't have anything to change. This is the first year that the time change has absolutely no effect on me, whatsoever. My phone, which serves as my normal timepiece when I'm not at my computer, will update itself, and of course my computer has been on-board with this concept for a decade.

The process of the government fucking with me--both with my sleeping habits and with my personal schedule, is now completely automated--I'm not even involved in it anymore, I'm barely complicit, just a bystander.

That's. . .odd.