Poor Ed got sent back to Apple to be repaired the other day. When Bill bought me a spanking new 512 mb ram it should have been a joyous day. However, it was not. It was a day when I discovered that my baby had a duff slot. When I’d checked to see how much memory was installed in him he’d listed 256 mb and an empty slot. When Bill went to install the new memory to make Ed run like lightning he discovered that actually Ed already had two 256 mb cards, just one wasn’t working. A little investigation followed and soon we deduced that the lower slot didn’t work at all. I have no idea how long poor Ed has been struggling on reduced hardware, but really he could have arrived broken…I just wouldn’t have thought to look.
On a positive note however, at least we did notice this issue now as Ed is still within his warranty period and can thus be fixed and made as good as new.
I don’t like him being away on his own though and I do hope he is okay.
Sunday was the Super Bowl, which I still don’t understand at all, and I’m not even sure I really want to. Bill and I spent the evening at a Super Bowl party held by some friends where I was terribly confused by all things American.
Not being a great meat eater (mainly not, but on occasion I relent) I steered clear of the food and made sure I’d eaten in advance, but I do have to make mention of Erick’s culinery skill. I caught a glimpse into the oven as he was tending to the meal and was surprised to see a rather large flower pot nestled within. His explanation was that the oven doesn’t give a constant heat so placing the beef in a surround of thick terracotta regulates the temperature and ensures an even succulent cooking. Cunning.
I think my favourite moment of the evening was half-time. Not because the American football has a much appreciated break, or because Paul McCartney led the intermission (ugh!) but because Dave, Erick and Jim played with submarines in a rather large and impressive aquarium. Of course, Bill had to have a go too and also took turns at terrorising the biggest plecostomous I’ve ever seen with a little remote control submarine, complete with lights. Heh heh. If I could ever lose my curse where it comes to keeping fish (I’ve now even managed to kill 3 snails and a bunch of plants in our fishless fish-tank! gah!) I’d like a tank like that please.