The parent of my parent

Today was interesting. My afternoon was spent helping my Grandfather purchase, carry, and set up his brand new computer. First off, he got an eMac. Take that you 95% PC using Majority, eat it! I actually have a lot of respect for my Grandpa, and his willingness to try and figure out these incredibly confusing machines. My Grandpa used to be the head of the art department over at J Walter Thompson, a huge ad agency in Detroit. The guy is a seriously talented artist, and is why a large chunk of my Mom's side of the family is involved in art in one way or another. At one point I think we had atleast three, maybe four Keenan cousins all attending art school at the same time.

First off, the eMac is quite possibly the heaviest computer I have ever carried. Taking it out of the store, the sales people offered to help us to our car, but attempting to be macho I decided to save face and carry it myself. My arms hate me now. I always figured that if I was going to be injured for a family, it would involve my Italian relations and La Cosa Nostra.

The set up was pretty simple, except for the fact that the idiots at Comcast, after setting up the cable modem on my grandfather's older computer (also a mac, eat it yet again) didn't leave a manual, or set up cd's, or spec sheet, or even any account information. I had to fiddle around with Apple's Network detection settings until, probably through sheer dumb luck, managed to get the computer to talk to the modem. After that it was a simple matter of showing Jack (aparently grandparents do have first names, when did this happen?) how to access his email and word processing programs, and he was set. All in all a positive experience. I just hope Apple's new operating system doesn't give him too much trouble, I think it may actually be sophisticated enough to steal his credit cards and hop a flight to Tahiti, if not, Im sure It'll be in the next release.

And in closing, is George W. Bush really throwing up the horns? God love that crazy monkey.


Pat
Currently Listening To: Baker Street by the Foo Fighters

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So it's now 4:30 and I'm not the least bit tired, I should never let myself fall asleep before 1am, it just ends badly. I took a nap tonight, the dinner I had out with the folks hit me and I dozed off from about 9pm to 1am. Now I cant get back to sleep. So concerning celebrities, I've decided I want to meet Zack Braff, and date the lead singer of the Donnas. Not neccasarily in that order. So if anyone knows how to hook that up, let me know.

Ive been missing my CCS friends lately, especially my friends Ralph, Carlos and Pierre. They are all from the Miami, Florida area so we called them the Miami Boys, looking back, we weren't very creative for art school kids. It's just odd, I met them all my second year at CCS, and ended up living with them for almost two years. When you spend most waking hours with a group of people, it becomes disorienting when you dont see them for six months. Especially Pierre, because he and I had pretty similar personalities, tastes in music and liquor, that kind of stuff. He was the one who came up with the "Pat O Rama" nickname that somehow stuck. By the end even some of the teachers were refering to me as patorama. I miss sitting in the CCS dorm, chilling to classic punk and passing around three finger jack and cokes.

I am going to a Halloween party this Tuesday with some CCS friends in Ferndale, but it is definately going to be tame. It is being thrown by an Animation and Special Effects group from Detroit, and is featuring things like a Halo Tournament, and the unveiling of some new 3D software package. Not terribly exciting. But theres a bar, and hopefully the DJ wont completely suck. Maybe after five or six newcastles things will seem encredbly hip.

Im going to try and do something productive for the next few hours, until the parents get up and I can go eat breakfast. I'll try and cut down my ramblings from now on.