5/27/2002
5/18/2002
So I get a lot of email about the Jam Cam digital camera and most of it asks if I can help out with finding the drivers for them. Well I myself have camera 1.0, the drivers are on floppy, and I now have an Imac that does not have a floppy drive. So I would have to go to a friends house and download all my pics from my various PC only digital cameras then burn to a disk and come home. But for all you out there looking for the Jam Cam drivers here is a link that I think you will enjoy click here
And as for the fellow named John from Canada your email address was not working so I could not send this link to you.
In other news I have just installed a photo manipulation program so I can start to upload pictures and redesign the site again. Lets see how long that will take.
5/4/2002
There is this dive Mexican restaurant near me that has great food. The potato tacos are the best, next to homemade. Any how we used to eat there once a week at least. But for some reason we stopped going. I think it had been around a three months or so. Well I got the craving yesterday and Toby and I ended up there for lunch. Only a few times have I been on the receiving end of racism and it was pretty obvious. Why do I bring up the race card? Well I remembered one of the reasons that we don't go back to the taco dive. We are not sure that it really is the "R" word but it sure feels like a form of it. Let me explain, when we order our meal one of us has to get the chips and salsa. It rotates each time, usually. The cost of the chips and salsa is a mere .75. While we sit and wait for our appetizer we notice that everyone that ordered after us all have chips and salsa some even have their food, but we ordered stuff that is harder to make so that is ok. At last the server comes over with our food, but no chips and salsa. And when asked about our chips and salsa she tells us that they cost .75 and we tell her that we paid for them with our meal. Unhappy she leaves and returns with the goods. This would not be such a big deal only it happens 9 out of 10 times we eat there. And every time it is the same. We ask, they say .75, we say no and they bring them over. This could happen to anyone I guess. Only when it does happen to us we take note of the other patrons and as luck would have it we are the only non-hispanics in the restaurant. I know woe is me. It would not matter so much if the potato tacos were not so good. Damn.
