Shopping is no fun any more...

I stopped by the CompUSA on the way home to eyeball videocams (not seriously) and JumpDrives (seriously).

Buying stuff that's locked away at CompUSA is not easy. The young man who talked to me explained the difference among the units, but could not give me one because he didn't have a key.

Eventually, I found myself surrounded by three young men, none of whom had been entrusted with a key to the cabinet where the devices were on display. I'd like to say they were trying to at least give the impression they were serving me, but that'd be a fib. For the most part, while they waited for a manager, they shot the breeze.

After five minutes, I left.

* * *I received some over-the-transom work last night, which took me longer than it should have because Natalie's printer (an Epson) is very finicky about what cartridges it takes, and won't print unless all cartridges are ready (there are separate cartridges for magenta, cyan, yellow and black), and of the correct type.

Apparently, when I went to buy cartridges a while ago, I was given the wrong ones, and what made the replacement so frustrating is that they are, in shape, identical to the ones I need (and presumably, in ink content). However, the printer didn't recognize them, or more to the point, recognized them as the incorrect cartridges.

I hate it when hardware is smarter than the consumer and the retail clerk who helped him.

Cheers...

It's the weekend!

I would appear to be about to spend a second weekend in a row without every minute booked with work, though I do have some translations lined up.

Work today was a little weird, more about which in another rock.

Dinner today was at Boston Market, just down the road from Joe's Crab Shack. A much better choice, as it turns out.

The post-dinner entertainment was Hidalgo at the AMC-30 with my two favorite ladies.

I thought the film was absolutely grand, even if I thought it did start a little along the lines of The Last Samurai, with an American Man of the West of the late 19th century, disgusted with his life and enticed to go abroad.

The difference is that in Samurai, Tom Cruse's character ends up being changed by his surroundings; in Hidalgo, Viggo Mortensen's character pretty much stays rock solid and helps him survive.

Definitely a see-again, someday.

Cheers...