That is all.
What stinks is that Macs with a PowerPC chip (G4 or G5 Macs) will be left in the dark. It’s only for Intel-powered Macs. It’s not Netflix’s fault. It’s Microsoft’s fault. Netflix uses Microsoft’s Silverlight software to do DRM (something else I dislike). I guess it’s also Apple’s fault for building computers that last a long time and don’t need to be replaced in order to work with their latest operating system.
I have three Macs in this house. They all have at least one PowerPC chip in them. Macs last longer than PCs mostly because they’re built better and, quite frankly, people who buy them don’t see them merely as junk they need to replace every so often. I’m not going to replace any of mine anytime soon.
So for now I’ll use my junk Dell to watch Netflix and continue to enjoy this old but still fully functional PowerBook G4 for everything else.
]]>I think it’s time to pause and reflect on things. Like a freeze-frame mirror.
I think of where I am, where I’ve been, and where I’m going. Is there someone special in my life about whom I’d like to shout from the rooftops? Why haven’t I been posting my more usual morose and lonely thoughts to my blog lately? Why haven’t I been writing much of anything on my blog lately? What does purple taste like? Why so many questions?
I guess if anything this blog is an outlet for a habit I’ve formed lately of writing emails about not much in particular.
Stay tuned for further developments in the coming days and/or weeks....
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A lilt and a beat
A jig with my feet
Do dance with me lightly and slightly apart
My life on a string
My smile does sing
A happier story remaining in sight
Forget about worry
Keep not in a hurry
Enjoying each moment I’m within your light
For pleasanter days
I exit this haze
And plot a course starward, escaping the night
Then spotting an end
Becoming a friend
The end and beginning are one in the same
So hold true to self
Be good, little elf
For nothing, there is, as they say, like a dame
(That’s not the best ending, ‘twas rather quite lame
A different meter to finish the game?)
The curse of the verse is most likely to blame
Tweet. Tweet.
]]>While the quickest way to a man’s heart may be through his stomach, the surest way to a woman’s heart is through her sternum.
]]>Whoever my future wife is I hope she appreciates my music.
That is all.
]]>For a while now I have pondered this idiom. What does it mean exactly? Are people in love and people in warfare allowed to behave outside of the norms? Is it somehow acceptable to dispose of one’s moral and ethical codes of conduct when the stakes are so high? Perhaps it is merely a mantra of the lovelorn used to justify inconsiderate action in the pursuit of the coveted.
Or perhaps this idiom is not a justification as much as it is an observation on the human condition. Nothing drives us to such extreme measures as love and war. But where some see an ex post facto defense, I see an opportunity to distinguish one’s self as above reproach. To stick to one’s principals under such stress would demonstrate a clarity of character and an evolved ethic. To pursue one’s own life, liberty, or happiness at the expense of another’s is no just cause, no matter how popular is the turn of phrase raised in its defense.
So to those who may consider said idiom as due justification for otherwise undue actions, I say this, and answer with yet another: put yourself in the other man’s shoes and walk a mile or two. You may find you wear the same size boot.
]]>It’s a good thing I was paying attention. I would have been royally pissed if the lady in the blue Caravan had hit my car. I should have requested an officer issue her a summons for reckless driving. Unfortunately she didn’t have a license plate on her car. Nor a neuron in her head that was paying attention to the task at hand. Driving.
]]>I don’t claim to have a good understanding of the whole situation. I’m sure it’s complicated. But could it possibly stem from the irresponsible financial behavior of the American consumer? We don’t pay our mortgages, we have thousands of dollars in debt, and when we don’t repay our debts, the banks have a hard time. Not that they aren’t in the business of making money anyway. The executives make disproportionate amounts of money regardless of the performance of their institutions. The rich get richer at the expense of the poor getting poorer. All the while the companies try to sell them on more things they don’t need.
But so much for my IRA, huh? I can’t bring myself to look at my portfolio lately.
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