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2002-02-22

Installed win2000 on the slaptop, and despite two things everything is better than fine. I might need to update SLRN — newsreader par excellence — and then hopefully only th trouble with dual screens persist. (Anyone know how to get w2000 to accept the fact that the graphic card actually can have two screens to the same card?)

But others work, directly without much tinkering. This can’t be true, karma needs balance, and with Microsoft it needs big leveling. This is not how it supposed to be. Well, actually it is, but not with Windows.

The soft breeze blew the snowdust into my face. Then, without much warning, came the stronger wind and both bit my face as well as tossing sharp snow particles on my cheeks. It hurt. A lot. Right there and then, I thought about turning back, to go inside the building once again. I looked at my watch, and there was little time left. I had to go out there. Into the cold — I hate cold almost as much as warmth.

I wrapped my neck in the scarf — the small one, not the three metre long furrball that resided on the shelf at home — and with a heavy sigh I opened the door once again. The wind bit my face but I pretended that it didn’t bother me. At that time, it wasn’t that much of a problem. My back was against the wind so I was sort-of into hiding. This was great up until one moment when I had to turn.

I felt something cold in my face. That was snow. I also felt something cold going into my left pocket, where I kept my hand tucked. That was also snow. The wind blew the snow right into my face and I had to divert my head downwards just to be able to walk forwards. Navigation was a bit tricky as I could only see two metre in front of me.

I didn’t offer this much thought though. I had other problems. My ears where turning read and if they had been my hands they would have shaken until they shattered. Why did I have to lose my hat now when the horrible weather had returned?