Looked at the Scout last night; not what I was hoping for. The guy was real nice. His truck was not so nice. I pulled up behind it and recognized it from sitting in Erick’s shop for a while. It’s dark blue, was painted about 6-7 years ago, and now the rust is beginning to show through. Over the rear wheel wells, there was about 2″ of rust through to the other side. The front fenders both showed rust at the same place mine does, and additionally there’s a big ol’ dent in the drivers’ fender right before the door from an accident. The engine is a 304 with a manual choke (eccch) and runs choppy. The transmission was rough, shifting with an audible clunk through each gear, although that could probably be fixed with a vacuum line overhaul. I got in it and drove around the parking lot- it tracked smoothly and drove fine; when I got out and shut the door, the whole b pillar up behind the door shook- which means it’s all rotten under there. No thanks.

I found the above picture of Farrah on the web this morning on somebody else’s site, and remembered that we had this very poster up in the basement of our house in Hackettstown. It was up in the old coal room under the front stairs, but you could see it from our playroom in the basement from just about anywhere. I remember looking at it and wondering what was going on (mind you, this was when I was about 7) and liking it, even though I really didn’t know what that was all about yet.

Loaded the RAM up into SLANN last night, and he puked all over it. Today I’m going to try a few different variations at work and try to get him running. 12:31 – Update: After trying the new ram, which works on its own, and the 64MB original chip together, I have a usable and functioning 192 MB of RAM- plenty. SLANN is pleased. No virgins will need to be sacrificed.