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January 26, 2006
Phoney
A few months ago I got myself a cellphone. I was trying to hold back, because I was planning for it to be an only-when-I’m-going-out, in-case-of-emergency sort of thing. So far, I have bought two accessories for it. The first was a leather case for the effect of me running into and dropping things, giving nearly anything I own a well-worn look after just a few weeks.
The second is a handset. I’m sure some of you have seen it.
Considering that I’ve also uploaded a bunch of MIDIs to my phone, I don’t think I can say any more that I’m using the thing just for rare necessity.
Posted by jenkins at 2:01 PM | Comments (1)
January 15, 2006
Mid-Level Crawl
OMG! I just realized that I’m in the “mid-level crawl” in life, where none of the quests seem particularly interesting and the excitement of lower levels is gone, but I have to do it to get to the end-game pay-off.
I never thought life was this much like an MMORPG.
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January 12, 2006
Websexy
I never felt right installing the Windows Media Player for Macintosh, not because it’s Microsoft but because it installed some hundred-odd files onto my computer. What are all those files doing? Not knowing (and, this being Microsoft, not trusting), I’d simply avoid all WMV files possible, at least those that weren’t old enough to play on VLC.
And so we now have Flip4Mac, a 4-file solution. (App, Quicktime Plug, Webpage Plug, and Preference Pane.) Well, I say “now” because I’ve just discovered it, and I feel a lot better for it.
Posted by jenkins at 3:32 PM | Comments (0)
January 3, 2006
A Sense of Invasion
Whenever I get my car’s oil changed, I feel that it’s some how an invasion of privacy. Not mine, though I do have to remember to make sure to take out anything from the passenger’s side foot-well that I don’t want commented upon after the FasLube closes. No, I feel like it’s an invasion of the car’s privacy. They’re opening it up, they’re taking bits out and mulling them over and jamming them back together, seeing how it revs, and all the while the light conversation I hear sounds like a tone of disappointment. Sure my car isn’t new or perfect any more, but I wouldn’t say to anyone that isn’t dead yet: Well, at least he was a good man.
Also: FasLube isn’t as Fas as they claim. Good thing I bought a book.
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