Silver
Silver asked me if I could fix the problem with her CD-R about two weeks ago. It took me that long just to make it to her apartment to do an on-site inspection and figure out what the hell was wrong with the thing. I called Ben, resident Mac Tech Guru in my life, and he and I sat on the phone for a good half hour trying to figure out what was going wrong. Is it the SCSI ID? Nope, swap the ID numbers, and it stays broken. That's no good, so what could it be? Silver's doing the manual labor, Ben is advising me, and I'm acting as a conduit between the two of them. A Swerdloff Tech Sandwich.
She suggested that her SCSI cable was simply busted and needed replacing. After several abortive attempts to make it work, I taught Ben Binary (no fingers is zero, one finger is one, a different finger is two, and so forth) in order to figure out SCSI ID numbes, and he told me to try putting the CDR in a place on the ribbon that already worked. Did that, and it turned out that the major damage was to the cable itself, just like she thought. We removed the cable, and a replacement is being delivered tommorow. It's always nice to do tech support when the person you're support has more than a clue, she's got a brain. Much better than Ben's earlier call, where the "Monitor stopped being a color monitor" and it turned out that the colors on the machine were set to grayscale. Lots of morons in the world, it's nice that Silver's not one of them.
She took me to Yama for an excellent sushi dinner to say thanks for, umm, confirming what she already knew. It didn't matter, it was a good excuse to go to dinner with a beautiful woman and eat sushi, as if I needed an excuse. She picked up photos she'd done the day before. I was duly impressed. Perhaps I can get her to do a spread or two of me, and start a Swerdloff gallery.
When we went to a bar after dinner, the bartender (a beautiful idiot of a man) asked me if Silver was a Leo. Silliness: the bartender hitting on the woman I show up with through me. How many of you out there ask a guy when he shows up what the woman he showed up with's sign is? I found it odd, at least. We had drinks, and this brownie-ish concoction with a sweet raspberry sauce and ice cream, satisfying the need for sweetness that accompanies a sushi dinner and a vodka-and-something drink. We had one of the nicest conversations I've had in awhile. Since last time I saw her, maybe.
I told her she's a force of nature. I couldn't quite explain it, but she is.
She ended up with one of my CDs to burn, once the cable is ready, and she's got the machine working properly. That's the test. Is Fatboy Slim Fucking in Heaven, or Is Fatboy Slim not gonna burn?
Bumped into Kevin while walking home and whistling. We said "Hi" and moved on, but it was nice to see someone I knew on my way home.
Tommorow: Moving into the new office at DDB Needham. Training session. Maybe I'll even get a picture of my trainer up here.
In Other News:
I need photos of a lot of people. If you've been mentioned here, please send me your photo immediately, if not sooner.
I still don't know what to be for Halloween.
I don't know why, but suddenly, I've got this desire to hear Bone Thugs N Harmony. They were really smooth. Anyone wanna send me their CD? I know it's old, not particularly good, but it's what I'm fiending for this minute.
I am Jacks... friend Swerdloff? See Fight Club.
Posted by Swerdloff at October 28, 1999 05:12 PM
