I'm still poking ol grandpacomputer with a stick trying to wake him up. Continue this story soon.

So I think I figured out the problem with my computer. Well the most pressing of all the little problems it's exhibiting. I hadn't checked how much space was left on the hard drive and as we all know, less space means a decreased capability to do tasks. It turns out that all the footage from my GoPro and my camera  (all in HD btw) were taking up quite a bit of space on my hard drive. So I went through and decluttered some of the files I had sitting around. Things should be a little smoother now. Although I still have a lot of gigs devoted to other. The computer tells me that some space is music and some is photos, but then there is a section that is just other. Like the designers got lazy or something and just said we'll lump the rest together and call it other. Oh well 

As for the actual content of this post, it has to do with a day last week when I was feeling a little sick (I blame the germ factories I work with daily) and it was raining a bit in Pineda so I really had no motivation to do most things. Then as I remembered I usually cook enough quiche for the week (excellent on the go snack) on Sundays, I thought I would explore the kitchen. I hadn't yet done that in the new house and to my delight I found that there were plenty of baking and cooking supplies. I guess when you go for long enough without a kitchen or a proper one at least, you forget what you can create in one. Then all of a sudden I thought to myself you know what would be cool? Making some bread. So that's what I did. I saw that we had flower, and yeast and everything else you need really so I looked up a recipe for cinnamon bread and off I went. Now I understand than maybe baking/cooking isn't the most manly or cool thing for a man to do in some people's eyes but my love for food outweighs any stereotypical negativity and then some. Plus, you can't tell me that anyone, man or woman, doesn't appreciate a freshly baked/cooked meal or confection. Truth

So off I went and I found that it's really not too bad save for the cleaning up afterwards and waiting for bread to rise. I think a more proper expression for something than "like watching paint dry" for something that takes a long time is "like watching bread rise." That business is slooow. At least after bread rises you can bake and eat it, don't see too many people eating paint after it's done. So I think I'll start baking more now. I already know how to cook pretty well thanks to some long summers back at Stanford in Mirr, but baking was like a long lost art to me but now I can just add it too my repertoire. Next week...

60 blog posts old that is. I think now that a month has gone by I can get back to attempting my previous blogging output. Now to the outside viewer they've probably seen my past posts saying I would pick the blogging back up or add the videos what not and then seen the output and deemed my dishonest. However, in my defense the ol' reliable Macbook 09' version laptop I have is dying slowly. It still works but what I'm demanding of it amounts to failed attempt after failed attempt to post things. So bare with me. I imagine my grandpa computer saying in computerese "Now lookahear sonny, I don't know what this video editing application doo hickey is but I'm not doin it! Go back to Microsoft word 2003 and type somethin. This I can handle." Just a thought. More to follow