Last month we had he disappointment of not getting Vista installed on my Laptop as a virtual PC, leaving my Windows XP intact. Well, keep waiting! Your Techo has been too busy getting this eZine assembled and our parent website www.jestacom.biz updated to include our new offering - Astrology Reports - along with scanning, archiving and distributing the press clippings of our excursion to Burrendong for the launch of "The Baker Flood". Of course, leading up to that excursion there was the promotional posters to be send out, CD duplication, labelling, order forms, etc., etc.
Anyway, back to Vista !! I've been researching same of the horror stories that have made their way into the industry press and even taking away the 80% or more of those stories that are written by the anti-Microsoft, pro Open Source lobby, there are still some disturbing tales to be read. One concerns the labelling of PCs as "Vista Ready" and "Vista Capable" prior to the release of Vista. There is a US Federal Court case pending against Microsoft and some of the documents related to the case can be read here.
Unfortunate fact of life - my work laptop has the Intel 915 video chipset - hence Vista won't have all its fancy video features!! never mind, maybe Harlequin will let me experiment with the home laptop . . . . when Hell freezes over!!!
The Tattoo. (A short story from TB Jackson serialised in this magazine. This month - Part 3)
Fat Bob began to clean all the working surfaces in the methodical way he always did. There were no germs in his shop. You could eat off any of the work surfaces and there wasn’t a trace of dust or any cobwebs.
"Alright Billy, pull up a chair."
"So how much time have you got today?
"Don’t worry. We’ll sit here ‘till its done. There seemed to be a different glint in Fat Bob’s eyes today. Billy considered that maybe the joint he’d smoked earlier was starting to play tricks on his mind.
Fat Bob looked up from his thick bifocals, "Nice smoke?"
"Appears to be mate. What, you after a puff? Billy joked.
"I tell you, you could almost tempt me. But I’d hate to make a mess of your arm."
That was a strange response from Fat Bob. Billy new too well that he never smoked pot. He began to worry.
"Are you right today Fatty? he asked. "You seem a bit out of sorts you know. I can always come back tomorrow or something."
"Just sit down and stop trying to weasel your way out of it. That smoke must be good. There’s nothing wrong with me."
"Ok man. Just concerned, that’s all."
"Well there’s no need to be. I’m fine. In fact, I’m about to give you the best damn tattoo of your life. Nothing will ever come close to it."
"You’re starting to scare me now Fatty.
"With good reason! His laugh echoed through the now empty shop and resonated up the arcade.
The normal burning sensation of the tattoo needle felt cool and refreshing to Billy’s wasted mind.
"You been working on some new technique or something man? I can hardly feel a thing."
"That’s good then. There for a moment I didn’t think it was working. Just sit back and relax. You’re going to enjoy this one."
Two hours turned to three, three to four, until four and a half hours later the job was done; the tattoo machine, the final touches to the wizard and an amazing crystal ball.
"So, what do you think? he asked.
"Mate, that’s unreal. Fucken great job. Billy was amazed. "Surely that must be the other surprise. I mean, I was expecting half an hour’s work, not counting the new one, and we’ve been here for bloody near five hours."