computers and mad men

i could bitch. I am feeling discontent, and I could talk all about it. I could whine about my boy problems. I won't, but I will say that I am tired of having a melodramatic love life. Truth is, I think it's just the Sunday blues. I've written about it before, and if you are a faithful reader you remember. Most things are good. I love my new apartment, Dan is a great roommate, and we are getting on well. I got some computers to work on, which makes me happy. One of them was a huge pain, actually. It was a dell laptop with a bios password that prevented even the most basic access to the machine. I couldn't even boot off the cd drive, which would have allowed me to use my super secret hack tools to crack the password. Apparently, this particular breed of password protection is especially difficult. I beat it though, of course. I only had to take it apart and short out the bios chip with a bobby pin! So I get past that and guess what? HARD DRIVE PASSWORD!!!! So far all my sources online say those are IMPOSSIBLE to crack, but still have a few tricks up my sleeve. Let's just say I know people. It wouldn't be a big deal except that a new laptop hard drive is $40 or more, and I don't think the owner of this machine will spring for it. So pretty much all I did today was sit around and work on 3 laptops. While you all were out enjoying the sun I was inside like a true geek. I didn't even shower and I have been sweating booze all day (ewww). Oh, did I mention that the building outside my window is getting the roof painted, so there were laborers with a leaf blower at 9 am? Domingo!! Domingo!! (Sunday).   Mad Men was fantastic tonight. Salvatore is married now, and I can't believe it. Jimmy Barret called Don out for screwing his wife. Some little rookie secretary is trying to battle Joan, and she has no idea who she's screwing with. I have to relay a story I insisted on telling Dan tonight, even though he promised me it would be meaningless since this was his first time watching the show, but whatever. So Joan is the vampy head of the secretarial pool, and at first I didn't really like her. The name of the agency is Sterling-Cooper, and she was sleeping with the married Roger Sterling. She has professed that she has no aspirations toward any higher career and is looking for a husband. She is the epitome of the 60's party girl/siren. As many of you have heard me say, I don't really respect women that don't think they can make it on their brains.  So anyway, somebody had this brainstorm for a playtex bra campaign that all women are either a Jackie or a Marilyn (I wonder which one I am). To prove his point, he opens the office door and points to the women in the office: Jackie, Jackie, Marilyn, you get the idea. But when he gets to Joan (the siren) he says, "Well Marilyn's a Joan, not the other way around" or something to that effect. There was such awe and reverence in his voice. It was a strange kind of respect that I wouldn't think would get to me. Anyway.I always thought the only thing I ever wanted to be respected for was my brain and my character. I just never imagined that kind. My summer is almost over and the real grind begins. Its either gonna be way better (I'm in grad school now, don't forget) or the end of life as we know it. I have my first institutional exam that I have to pass, its general physics so I should be alright. I built a laptop for my professor's son, and I'm about to build a mac for one of the Commish's homies at the skatepark nonprofit. I'm looking forward to that. I haven't dealt with mac's much so this is will be a good introduction. There is a mac build program at my church (free geek) and the PC build program is where I learned alot of what I already know. I am so f'ing impressed with myself for cracking that bios password. I am the queen of all electronics. TTFN.