Thought Sausage

Finally back on my own (new) computer. It's a new hard drive and the old one is sitting there doing nothing. But damn it feels good to be the lord of my own domain again....

UPDATE: Looks like the old drive is my new paperweight. In the time it would have taken to figure it out, I got all pertinent files back on this drive (including music). Thank god for the big server sitting in the corner of the room.

UPDATE 2: Fuck Gatorade and their marketing. Have you seen this Tiger (Woods) formula Gatorade? I don't know what it tastes like, what its appeal is and I don't care. Gatorade is designed to provide sodium/electrolytes and calories required to replace fluids lost when expending energy for lengthy periods of time. I'm sorry but golf is not a fucking endurance sport and does not require a golfer to replace vital fluids. If Luc Van Lierde or Lance Armstrong had their own Gatorade at least that would make sense. I've never even golfed without being drunk before. It's as much of a physically challenging sport as throwing bags. Sorry to the golfers who read this that take their sport seriously, but if you wave the flag for your girly little old-man sport and expect to come here and get flowers blown up your ass, you've come to the wrong blog.