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24.02.2008Sunday 24 February – Rushing, Computers, and Curry

Woke up, rushed to Maz’s to borrow his RAM. Typically, my RAM, which had been failing with appropriate regularity yesterday, now seemed to work quite well. Installed Maz’s RAM in my computer, tested it for several hours without fault. Replaced my RAM, tested it, and found it faulty. I now find myself faced with the somewhat geeky scenario where my operating system (Windows XP), being 32-bit, and apparently not supporting PAE properly, isn’t going to take advantage of any more than my current 4 gigabytes of RAM, but I’ll probably end up with at least six, as I’ll probably buy two matched two gigabyte sticks to replace my currently faulty RAM, but then find that one of my two gigabyte pairs will be fine.
Stella and I drove to Mount Ommaney shopping centre, which sucked, then back to Indooroopilly shopping centre.
Bronwen arrived back from the middle of New South Wales, and we went and had curry for dinner. Grace and her mother arrived just after I’d ordered, so I had to rush back to give them a key, then Maz got home just before I finished, so had to rush to his place to return his RAM, and then on to Bronwen’s to drop her home, and then back to my place to sit smugly at my faulty computer, and chat online to Mum.

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