Leaving Just A Memory

Something I noticed today: Every semester, for the past year and a half, I completely forget how to write batch files. I'm not retarded, I can write large chunks of code in various languages from memory, but for some damn reason I can never remember how to do a simple logon script.

On the other hand, I can listen to the metal station on satellite radio, hear a song I haven't so much as thought about since ninth grade (today it was Exodus' Toxic Waltz, last week it was Megadeth's In My Darkest Hour) and I remember every goddamn word. If I can ever cross-link the IT section of my brain to the hesher section of my brain, I'll be golden...

I Felt Like This On My Way Home

Well, the Bus has new home. The buyer came down one New Year's Day to look at it and wrote me a check, he will be back to pick it up next weekend. I'm sad to see it go, but I need to focus on more important things right now. The buyer is actually one of the founding members of a local VW Bus club, so I'm happy it's going to go to someone who loves VW's and will get some use out if it. Someday I'll be able to afford a new RV (the girlfriend is actually totally on board with this as a long-range goal) and a couple small bikes or scooters to tour the country with, but first I gotta buy a place to park it...