The blessings of obsolete computer systems.

My el-cheapo wedding ring.

“As I had occasion to be reminded today”:http://miscellaneousheathen.com/2004/11/24#051124engaged, I needed a new wedding ring.

Now, I went the first 6 3/4 years of my marriage without one. For the first couple, well, it would have given it away–although, in retrospect, there could have been a lot of fun in watching people figure it out–and for a good while after that we just had more important things upon which to spend money.

Finally, though, in 2001, flush with money from The California Job, Anne and I went and got rings.

Now, I’m not much of a jewelry person; I have a class ring that I don’t wear, and that’s pretty much it. I haven’t even owned a watch this millennium. But (never one to be without an opinion) I know I don’t care for yellow gold, which pretty much drove us to platinum.

This of course made them expensive, but if you figure in the wedding we didn’t pay for, the years of our lives not lost to wedding-induced stress, etc., it still seemed like a bargain.

Within a year, I had lost it, I believe somewhere within the confines of our own house.

This was the moment when platinum seemed sorta foolish.

Well, that was three years ago, but I finally decided it was time to replace it. So we went back to Ross-Simon, with a card we had from when we got the originals, thinking we could just give them the little code on the card, and have them order a new one up.

They had changed computer systems.

The code we had no longer meant anything to their system, and no visual inspection of catalogs produced an identical match. Although we initially took them up on their offer to try and research what our original bands were, after walking around for half an hour, we decided that it was not a point of obsession to us that the bands actually match–so we marched back down, and started looking at options.

Now, I’m sure it labels me as a geek–were there any doubt–that as soon as I heard _titanium_, I was intrigued. I was also convinced that it must be expensive–I mean, this is the stuff they make tail sections of F4s out of so they can withstand the heat (if you look at a picture, like “this”:http://www.vogue-web.ch/f4/F-4D-65-0596.jpg, it’s the shiny bits behind and above the exhaust), it’s got to be expensive, right?

Nope. Wrong. Light as a feather, virtually indestructible, and if I lose this one, well, they’re not quite disposable, but they don’t cost much more than a meal at a good restaurant.

Incidentally, you _must_ check out “this video of an F4 being used to crash-test a wall for a nuclear facility”:http://www.big-boys.com/articles/concreteplane.html. The plane disappears more or less without a trace.

No rest for the wicked

This is a little tardy, but I feel I must mention that as of roughly 10 PM CST November 22, 2004, I have a new nephew, Nigel Sanford Berry.

On the subject of the name, I can only speculate that my brother in law (Hi, Cory!) didn’t think that naming his first son Calvin Rufus Berry was sufficient revenge on his parents for naming him Corlis–I wish, though, he had opted for therapy instead of a path that willguarantee his sons get beat up every day after school. It’s just a little too “sins of the grandparents” meets Darwin.

Then again, Patrick has a daughter named Hadley. Maybe it’s something in the water.

I’ve decided I’m going to call Nige “Junior”, since he shares a middle name with his dad–I have a nasty feeling that’s going to be a stand-out accomplishment in this family. I mean, what are they gonna call any daughters that turn up? Petunia Eglantine Berry? Calliope Dorothea Berry?

Just thinking of a child named Calliope makes me laugh. Boy will I feel guilty if that ever comes to pass.

Seriously, I look forward to seeing him at Christmas, no matter how bald, pink, wrinkled, noisy and smelly he may be.

I’m glad to know…

…”that I’m not the only one who can no longer distinguish whether I’m being honest or cynical”:http://missourilovescompany.blogspot.com/2004/08/irony-flavored-goodness.html.

I think I actually startled one of the people I’m working with when I suggested that you would no longer be surprised or disappointed by people if you just adopted the simple philosophy of, “People are no damn good.”

If you believe celebrity deaths come in threes…

Then it would seem that Johnny Cash and John Ritter round out the trio led off by Warren Zevon.

I don’t think Johnny Cash’s passing is all that much of a suprise; he’d been in ill-health for a while, and he seemed like the sort of person who was unlikely to outlast June anyway. Still, knowing it’s coming just gives you time to be prepared–it doesn’t lessen the loss any.

Unfortunately, John Ritter really only serves as a source for jokes about, “Three’s Company”.

Dr. E. F. Codd has died

The Mercury News has “a nice obituary”:http://www.bayarea.com/mld/mercurynews/news/5676110.htm. I cannot help but find it interesting, in this time where the words traitor and unamerican are seeing a lot of use, that he left the country in disgust at McCarthy’s witchhunts.