FUN W/ BOB

Canada Breaks into riot as Hockey Outlawed

Love my laptop

Was thinking yesterday as I was typing my blog… man, I LOVE my laptop! I mean, I really really like it a lot. Yesterday’s blog post was compiled almost completely in the passenger seat of my fiancé’s truck as she drove us to pick up dinner. And I thought, how cool is this? If I had a desktop machine, I’d be unable to do this in any way shape or form.

I used to have a desktop machine. It was also a Mac, a PowerMac G5 Dual-Processor 1.8GHZ machine. It was nice. It was definitely more powerful than my laptop, I won’t lie, but… it was big, required cables for everything, and there’s simply no way that I could ever hope to get anything accomplished away from the desk with it.

With this? I can type my thesis on the way to dinner (provided I’m not driving). I can take it on road trips and upload my photos from the camera and take a lookie-loo at them; maybe some editing and sorting too. And I’ve done all this, and more with it. How cool is that? According to my rough calculations, it’s approximately 4.2 cool. I’m not sure what that means, but 4.2 sounds like a cool number to me.

Some of this thinking aloud is to help convince me that there’s really no reason to upgrade right now to a newer version. I mean, think as I may, there’s nothing wrong with my current machine. It loads all the programs I use, has no blemishes, never crashes, and is basically the same as the new ones, just not as fast, not as bright a screen, and not as hi-rez a display.

Don’t get me wrong, I want a higher-rez display with a brighter backlight, and a faster chipset. But I guess the current offerings just don’t warrant the expenditure. Maybe next time. I want full 64-bit AND HD screens, guys. Oh, and solid-state memory if you can get around to it.
Just get a mac and be happy, people. I am!



Where am I right now?
About 8 inches from a strange cat’s butt, that’s where.

I’m at my friend Jaxan’s house, feeding his cats and airing out his place while he’s on vacation. And peeing on the carpet. But don’t let him know that, he’ll get all mad ‘n’ stuff.

As I sit at the counter on my beautiful 17” PowerBook G4, this cat keeps coming to claim it as his. I don’t think he bothered to read what I’ve been typing, though. Get down; you can’t have it. Shoo.



Reasons the South is Stupid
• Inbreeding
• Retardation
• Inbreeding
• Lack of education
• Inbreeding

Really think about that. Next week, we’ll have a group discussion about what can be done to help alleviate the problem. Until then,

Peace.