Tinkering, cross wired
The more I tinker with Vista at home, the more I like it. Yesterday I was reading about a feature in Vista that can utilize inexpensive flash ram to act like additional system ram. It is called ReadyBoost. You can use USB drives or SD cards to do this as long as they are fast enough. So last night when I got home I slapped in a spare 2 gig SD card I have. A dialogue box opens asking what I wanted to do with it, one of the options being “Make my computer faster” You tell Vista how much of the card you want to allocate for ReadyBoost and you are done. Pretty damn sweet.
Vista also incorporates Shadow Copies like Windows Server 2003 does. Shadow copy automatically makes copies of older versions of files as they change so if you accidentally modified a file and you want to go back to an older version of it, you can. There are ton of new features in Vista I have only started to scratch the surface of.
My brain has always been wired in a weird way. One prime example of it is my whacked out, pseudo ambidextrous abilities. I am not strictly left or right handed, it varies. I throw, bat, shoot a basketball, golf and bowl left handed. I write, eat, play tennis and kick right handed/footed. It’s very odd. I am physically incapable of just closing my right eye while leaving the left one open. I can close the left one, with the right one open but that is it. Same thing if I try to raise eyebrows independently although it is reversed. I can raise the right eyebrow by itself, but not the left. I figure the same weird wiring is tied into how my words get scrambled on a regular basis. It’s crazy.
For some odd reason, after my rant about the cats and their vet trip, I actually decided to follow through on the medicine for Buttons gingivitis treatment. The treatment involves giving her 2 cc of this stuff, orally once a day for 10 days straight. It is physically impossible to administer liquid medication to a cat with one person. Hell we don’t even do a decent job with two people. Here is how it goes, I corral the cat and carry her over to the sofa. She immediately starts meowing with disapproval, knowing whatever is going to happen isn’t good. Ali fills the syringe with the junk and sits to my right on the sofa. I administer an iron tight death grip on the cat, trying to keep her head and body still. Then Ali attempts to pry the mouth open while injecting the liquid. As soon as we start, the cat resists mightily, making horrible noises and acting like we were pouring battery acid in her mouth. As hard as I am holding her, she still manages to squirm around a bit. Her favorite technique is to push into my stomach with her back feet, which still have claws. I have various battle wounds from her efforts. Ali does the best she can to get the medicine down her throat but the cat makes no effort to swallow, with much of it just running out of her mouth onto me and her fur. We are lucky if she actually gets half of the dosage. Oh well, we are trying. Stupid cats.