Just as expected, I recieved 2 calls today for computer help. One from good old Bob Branton (he calls me about once a year), who had me set up his new TV to recieve cable stations and show closed captioning, and then gave me 50$. The other was from a guy who was having trouble setting up a new home network with a cable modem and a wireless router (neither of which could be configured without a direct connection to the computer, which is a big problem because he is missing the USB cable to hook to the cable modem, has no ethernet card in his computer, and the computer is about 40 feet away from the nearest cable outlet). After 3 hours, that one ended up not working out so well, but the guy gave me 40$ anyway. I might call him tomorrow and give him some hints as to how he might get it working and offer to try again for the remaining 35$.

• Get a long coax cable and a USB cable, hook the compy directly to the cable modem.
• Get a long ethernet cable and an ethernet card, hook the compy directly to the cable modem.
• I could bring my dad's laptop over and hook it directly to the cable modem. If the internet works fine for it, then we know the problem I left him with today was that the wireless router isn't forwarding packets to the modem. Otherwise, the cable modem isn't talking to the internet, and we may be able to fix that by running the modem's setup software on the laptop.

I need to get to sleep pretty soon so I can get up and go run a 5k with Atticus. Gotta be at the haus at 8:30.

I just created an account on Sawlogs and posted this dream that I hadn't bothered to post here yet, but am now:

I was at some sort of army camp on a square island. What I remember of it was there were adverts all over the place for encouraging you to spend your off hours with your girlfriend at their romantic location.

Later I was hanging out in some building where there was some kind of convention going on. I was hanging out in a carpeted area outside the auditorium. There were a bunch of politicians sitting around the floor, and a little ways off, down a hall, Bill and Hillary Clinton were talking. I went over and listened to them. And gave them shoulder rubs. Looking back, I imagine myself making a face like A-Day does when he's trying to be worldly.

I was driving up north with YC. It was a bright, sunny, summer day, and I was driving a fire truck. Trying to take a shortcut, I turned onto a very narrow road surrounded by trees. The fire truck took up the entire road, so I hoped nobody from the perpendicular road up ahead would turn onto this road going the other way. I turned off as soon as I could, only to find that we were on another road too narrow for anyone to pass us. And this one wasn't even paved; it was just gravel. There was a lake ahead, but the road seemed to lead right over it. There was another car ahead that looked just like my blue Geo, and it seemed to be crossing the lake just fine. Maybe there was a bridge over the lake that I couldn't see due to the huge dashboard being in the way. It was scary. Then the Geo plunged into the water, and we right behind it. Then the fire truck disappeared and we were in the Geo. The car was slowly sinking and I knew we had to get out. So I opened my door and jumped out, into the water. But it flowed in faster through the open door, so that the passenger side was pointed straight up. To let YC out, I tried to open the door as it sunk past me but I failed to open it. I tried to dive but I was wearing very buoyant clothes and couldn't get under water. I heard YC calling my name. I had to do something to help her, but I didn't know what I could do. I needed to get rid of some of this styrofoam, but it was taking too long. And even without it, I doubted that I could dive more than a few feet. I had seen her inside the car with a frightened look on her face as the car went down, but her calls to me sounded way too clear to be coming from under water. I was confused.