Turned out that the fanfic-writing chick, the redhead, is actually the roommate of an old college classmate of mine, the Former AOL Tech Support Phone Goon. This came out when the redhead came along to Cafe Fiat with us, and brought her ride, who was said former classmate's wife. We recognized each other, in the "Gosh, doesn't she look familiar" way, and when she mentioned her husband's name, it clicked, and yeah, she was the one. Delight! Hooray! The guy and I were never particularly close, but fen have a way of sticking together.
easalle is going to get on my case about going to bellydance on Mondays. Since Mondays are also plasma days, I stand a chance of having the cash on hand to do the classes. Yay bellydance?
I was going to head right on home, but since I saw police car flashy action down McDowell to the west, I swung east instead, and wound up dropping by Figment's. Figment wound up asking if I could take a look at his ancient desktop, and while I started out doing so, Naomi wound up doing most of it. I had to make a few remarks about her language. She's old enough to talk like that, but it's excessively rude of her to be swearing in front of that particular man. We also made an appreciable dent in the mess in his den while we were waiting for the computer to reboot and reboot and reboot. (He's running '98, and there was no reinstall between him and the previous owner. *facepalm* And there are lots of things on there with mad tentacl3z that don't want to be removed.) Naomi started playing with the computer at maybe 10:45, and didn't pry herself away from it for two hours. The reboots got faster, though, as more crap came off the thing.
Naomi needs help with her analogies. I suppose most of the startup crap that doesn't need to be on while starting up is sort of like starting the car with the lights on, the wipers on, the music blaring, the interior lights on, the power windows getting fiddled with, and the A/C on full blast, and any other thing that it's possible to turn on being turned on, but it's not a very standard analogy. But then, since when was Naomi standard?
We found out that the oil in Siete was low (evidently she's started burning it, which is sad), and we only had about a quarter-bottle of it, and the 7-11 didn't have V's preferred brand, so we went off and got some. Of course, there was massive wandering-around-and-shopping as well, featuring an encounter with a few young men playing with outdoor swings ("Wanna come play with us?") and an encounter with a guy checking out markers, which he was evidently in the habit of using to decorate himself. The checkout clerk had a buffer full error on her cash register, and she and some of the other people hanging around wanted to know what a buffer was. So while one of the guys went off to ask a supervisor, Naomi explained it. Naomi's explanation, of course, was more detailed than the official explanation...
I'm starting to really feel like a grown-up. It's eerie.