The Return of Dial Up Bitch, oy.

So, the Compaq is working again and still no 'cable', I like paying for shit I don't fucking use. For some evil reason I can't get the proper driver needed and I'm working with yet another support tech (waiting.....). Oh yeah and the sound card went tits up, joy. Basically by the weeks end I'll have a brand new machine.....same tower, new machine, Compaq blows! I fixed the sound thingy, but Compaq still blows...teehee.
And that's your puter update!

In other news:

I went to the James Taylor concert at the Gorge in George. It's not that there's a man named George with a gorge.....it's a Gorge on the Columbia River with a amphitheater and adjacent campground. The concert was wonderful and Mr. Taylor sang all the hits and some new songs as well. His voice only gets better as his hair falls out, so I'd say that in a few years when the man is completely bald his voice will be at his peak? Even the most hardcore Rock or Rap fan knows at least some of the lyrics to Taylors songs as they are a staple in America's musical identity. I mean who hasn't seen Fire & Rain, I have and this one time I've seen fire and rain on the same day. He closes his concerts with just James and his geetar and sings Sweet Baby James
Goodnight you moonlight ladies
Rockabye sweet baby James
Deep greens and blues are the colors I choose
Won't you let me go down in my dreams
And rockabye sweet baby James
A nice and relaxing lil' lullabye and we're off to our campsites and then..DUN....dun...DUuuuun! We settle down, have a few drinks, some yummy birthday (Hippo Birdy Two Ewe's to the Wayner) cake and listen as the campsite next to us starts to get a little wild. The median age group of the concerts goers was the late 30's and these drunken women scrounged up some young studs to do body shots off of....as our group was winding down and headed off to our tents the site next to us was getting out of control and kept us awake to the wee hours of the morning! I kept my mouth shut out of sheer amusement. The drunk Nicole went on about making 'American Pasta' the night before, I'm thinking Cheese Whiz was invovled....Nicole wouldn't stfu, lick salt, slurp, 'What's your name, I'm Nicole', ugh. More music blaring, If I didn't know the lyrics to James Taylors songs then, I do now. Security eventually shut them down around 2 am, and slumber was to be had, yippee! If you enjoy camping and music the Gorge in George is beautiful, just remember to be strategic in where you set up camp and look for bottles of tequila in the vicinity of your neighbors campsites and act accordingly.