the big 40
|upgrades are no fun
To: Steve Berkley <email@example.com>
From: mark gadzikowski
Subject: Refund request: bad software from BIAS, Inc.
Dear Steve Berkley:
Up until Saturday night I was an enthusiastic owner of your company's products, BIAS Deck and Peak, using them as the heart of my live-recording business. However, when I installed the Deck 3.0 upgrade with Peak LE 2.6, I encountered the random file deletion issue. Results were severe, across eight mounted volumes, including my backup volumes. I spent my Sunday recovering as much as I could, from off-line backup media. Much was lost.
Please refund my money for recent BIAS software upgrades of Deck 2.7 and Peak LE VST 2.6. I shall return the media in any method you require. I am no longer interested in owning, using. or trusting BIAS products.
$109.00 billed on July 10, for a Deck 2.7 upgrade $ 62.55 billed on July 5, for a Peak LE VST 2.6 upgrade ------------------ $162.55 total refund
Thank you for your swift compliance. It is hard for me to keep a civil tongue in my head after the loss incurred from the unconscionable incompetence of programmers and QA testers at the company you founded.
the following business day, a support tech left me voicemail saying BIAS had refunded
my credit card and had additionally sent me a copy of the latest BIAS Studio,
a software suite worth about $500 retail, offering significantly more functionality than my
original purchases. This software also corrected the file deletion issue, according to the
support tech's vmail.
I have not installed it.
|upgrades are fun
my first computer had 2K of RAM
|I've been meaning to post this image for a few months, since May, when i upgraded the PowerBook Deb gave me such that for the first time in over 10 years i have the same ratio of RAM-to-hard disk, 20:1, as was equipped the Macintosh SE/30 my dad bought me in 1989. So maybe it's a silly thing, but i like the symmetry.||ALERT:
this article is relevant only to computer geeks
|Oddly, when i made a list of the computers i've owned, i realized a significant number were gifts. Thanks again to all, especially Daver.|
||Computing Hall of Fame|
|Fortunately, in turn, i've given away, traded, or sold all of them but four. I recall how very simple life became when I had only a Mac desktop (#19) and an IBM laptop (#18) and could accomplish all my chores. The living room stopped looking like a computer closet. Bliss, bliss, and heaven.|
under the rainbow
Date: Wed, 22 Aug 2001 23:19:09 -0700 (PDT)
From: "Chrysofar, Last Defender of Troy"
Much has changed with Deb's return to work. I have become a house husband, keeping track of a kid while looking for work. However, we have no nanny at this time. Gabriel always wins over want ads, so my weeks job search is more like a mornings work for the unencumbered.
I always believed, but i know now, that properly executing childcare is a full-time day job. Just ask my friends, Paul and Stacie, for whom I pretended to help load a moving van on Monday. In reality, i was able to contribute only moral support. Gabriel kept me so busy between fussings and feedings that over the course of five hours i was able to load exactly one chair and 33% of one piano.
There are days when i am so tired when Deb comes home from work that i say, "no tag backs" when i hand off Gabriel into her care. Days like today. Historically, i post web pages at 3 AM from insomnia, rather than necessity.
I now understand the success of daytime soap operas. There is not much chance of doing anything active while my hands are busy with child. I admit to eagerly following daily reruns of China Beach and Kung Fu. At least I never channel-surf mindlessly; with my TiVo, i can always watch only the television I like. But i'm still too self-conscous about it to spend all day passively.
I've started writing science fiction after a decade's hiatus. I need the creative outlet, because i'm going crazy with the mind-numbing infant-care routine, and because i learned how i can hold Gabe safely by one arm while typing with the other hand.
Im fond of imaging that for each choice we make, a new universe is created, wherein
travels that alternate self who selected that other fork in the road. Somewhere
nearby, i wedded a brilliant New England veterinarian with startling blue eyes, a dry wit, and
a name like fine cognac. I used to imagine being her spouse, as a kept man, as a house-husband
raising the kids, as a published fiction writer.
Wed need a nanny.
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