I dropped coin and snagged the upgrade for Windows 7. It’ll let me do this now, so all is not lost. I didn’t go the way I usually do, and install from the beef straight up. I told it to take my existing system and… make it better… HA… Well, about four clicks on setup.exe and a short 3 hour nap, the bastard finally figured out what to do and it did it.

Things so far seem to be working, I can run the TV program and go to sleep watching interesting stuff, and wakeup to infomercials just like before.

Apparently I can blodge badly, and I can still cuss it. I reckon I got my moneys worth.

Y’all have a good one, and I hope, if you upgrade, instead of reinstall, it goess almost as painlessly for you as it did for me. Be patient, and persistent, ’cause it is a bit stubborn. I had to ask it “to” about 3 times before it got serious about it. Kinda like my ol’ lady… in that regard. I had to uninstall my printer, then when I said “give me the goods” again, it told me it knew about my printer. I’m still kinda iffy on the printer/scanner/copier… I’ll see what happens with that later, I’m just happy I won’t miss my morning infomercials… Got Danged, what would I do without those?

I got back from the steak house tonight. I sat by a fella that is from the Bronx. He speaks spanish. Well he speaks English better but his profession requires a little more language control from south of the border than does mine. I just have to learn how to interpret Indian English. Any way, I made two passes from the court by my drag racin’ speedometer tonight. I hit 36 the first time, and 35 the next.

See… they’re baitin’ me. They know no RedNeck worth hsi weight in Red could pass that up. Bastid’s… It’s about 11:00 PM ish now, but tormorrow, if/when I head to the waffle house, I’ll try to do 37… I’m wrong, I know, but I’m built that way. I can’t stand a challenge that I can’t challenge. Plus, peeps are going to be sleeping in tomorrow morning. If I break 40, I’m gonna brag to the ol’ timers a the Waffle House, Ken, and Dave, about it.

Of course, that’s all assuming I drag my ass out of bed tomorrow at a unreasonable hour. It isn’t usually a problem. When you got to pee, you got to pee. It’s the tingle that jingles.

This dude, I talked about above, he’s loaded, he was tryin’ to get me to go out to bars with him tonight. WTF, it’s rookie hour. I’m goin’ to bed. Plus he was wantin’ to carry me to bars like “Martini Party”, or “Scotch and Soda”. When did people get so bored they started namin’ their bars after drinks. Whats up with that?

I did feel pretty good at the steak house though. Heard about 13 “Hey Trouble’s” as food was bein’ brought out as I sat at the bar. I’m a skinnier “Norm”, in a RedNeck Cheers…

You’ve all probably seen those little road side boxes that have a posted speed limit on a sign, and then a set of lights that says “Your Speed” underneath of them. Well, they put one of those on my street today. S.T.U.P.I.D. See, it’s not a deterrent to me, it’s a got-damned challenge. It’s about 70 yards from the driveway. I’m wondering if ol’ Black Betty can bust 40 before she hits it. Hell, with a three day weekend coming up, I may make my own RedNeck Brickyard out of the block just to see how freakin’ high I can register that thing.

I did have another thought about what to do with it. I though about hookin’ it up to Betty’s hitch and putting it on a dead end court. That’s double funny now. Everybody is slowing down when they get to the back of a court, plus, there’d be plenty of head scratchin’ when they couldn’t figure out where they left their speed machine.

If I was the dude who’s house that parked that fucker in front of, I’d be raisin’ 13 kinds of hell with city hall. I got enough junk in my front yard without that thing addin’ to it.

Happy Memorial Day, take some time to remember those that have gone before us.