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.