What if it Snows?

They screwed me around this morning loading just long enough that I just about missed breakfast. Got to a place for some fuel 'bout 10. All thats left is 2 breakfast sandwiches on frickin croissants (I hate dem darn things), and a "breakfast burrito". (this was in Iowa).

Seeing no other options, I grabbed the "burrito". That was a mistake. Never, EVER trust some homegrown, corn fed, fat Iowa "cook" lady's idea of what a "burrito" is. Repeat, NEVER , EVER.

That nasty piece of #### "burrito" was 1 scrambled egg, mixed in with yesterday's leftover tater salad, wrapped in something resembling a tortilla. Nasty, Nasty, NASTY. 1 bite and I thought I'd puke when I tasted and saw tater salad, IN A "BURRITO".

No more fuel there. Ever. I will go hungry.

 

DR DOS had a much better memory manager than MS DOS.
For a while, you could actually install MS DOS, then cut out components from DR DOS, and install them over MS DOS files. Made it really stable.

 

Did i hear snow-call-me ?

 

Was it singing through my nose that got me busted by the MannnnIannnn
####, Now I can't stop singing. Hard to go to sleep when a song like that gets me all fired up.

 

Waylons got nothing but great truckin music

 

Yup. Makes you glad he let Big Bopper have his seat on the plane. It was still a loss, but could been worse.

 

Waylons my favorite. “Grew up in Houston off of Ractrack Drive, Son of a Carhop in some all night Dive. Dad drove a Stock Car to an early death. All I remember is a drunk mans breath. Ain’t Livin Loooooong like this, Am I Baby?” That song and “Lonesome, Ornary and mean”, and “Clyde” and a dozen others are my favorites. Lol.

 

The first one is the state of confusion
The second one could be Texas, Alabama, Georgia, Louisiana or South Carolina.

 

No. I did not.

Thanks for torpedoing my illusion.

 

I'm so old, I punched decks of computer cards to be fed into a mainframe computer, which if your program didn't get stuck in a "Do" loop, would print out the results on greenbar paper. One card, one line of Fortran.

I saw one of the first versions of an Apple personal computer in the next dorm room, and his dad had paid $6,000 for it in 1975 or 1976.

I briefly used a shared IBM PC in about 1981 or 1982 or thereabouts. Ran lots of stuff on Lotus 1-2-3 until Microsoft bought and killed it so you had to use Excel. After they forced me to stop using Windows 98, I hate computers.