Monthly Archives: September 2006

Home again, home again

Jiggety-Jog.

Well, my PowerBook G4 is back from the shop with a brand new hard drive. More RAM, too, although I did that at home. Still feels hot, but then again, it always has. Still, it’s working and it’ll tide me over until I feel the need to get a new one. Now comes the arduous task of putting everything back on.

So far the only app on there is Delicious Library, because it’s fun and I could test bluetooth at the same time. Of course now, it’s version 1.6.3. When you’re scanning things in, it speaks the name of the item you scan in, if it’s successful. Makes it a lot of fun, and is good feedback for when the laptop is across the room and you’re scanning at the bookshelves.

Plus, when you scan anything with the word “Star Wars” in it, it waits ten seconds and then says, “I am your father. . .” in a creepy whisper.

Not bad for a three year old laptop.

That’s what? Twenty, in laptop years?

Yarrr

The Battlestar Galactica be good television fer sure. I be catchin up ta season two point five at full sail.

The Longest .6 Mile

The engine turned over, which was enough for me. Once again, we had cheated the one in one hundred-twenty-thousand chance of the hydrogen gas igniting from a spark from the jumper cables and blowing up the battery. Now the fun part began. Driving point six miles to the parking garage with a shaky transmission, a dead battery, an expired registration, and no insurance.

The day was clear and warm. Good weather for driving, but the inside of the car was hot. Didn’t help that I couldn’t open the passenger side window. Damn electrics. I read the odometer. One hundred ninety five thousand eighty-three miles. It really wasn’t a lot of miles for a twenty-one year old car. Then again, the odometer was broken when I took posession of it. Who knew how long it was broken before then.

The car had been laying in the sun for about two months, and the air inside was stale.

We got going down Massachusetts Avenue, taking the back route to avoid traffic just in case the car died on the way. I thought if it did die, hopefully it would be once we passed Tenleytown, and then I could coast the car downhill the rest of the way.

Then, before reaching Albemarle, a noise I didn’t recognize. A small whir and a whine like that of an electric car. I ignored it and pushed on past Tenleytown, taking a moment to accelerate past a bicyclist when it was safe.

At the moment, the car is back in the garage, safe from tree branches, the elements, unsavory elements, and ticketing, where I can forget about it for another two or three years.

Yes I know. Harrowing.

Diluting the brand

Well, Cinnabon has done it. Forget the Large Hadron Collider for a moment and look upon the Cinna-Pretzel. Truly it is a terrifying wonder to behold.
Behold! The Cinna Pretzel.Cinnabon food scientists could not rest upon their laurels, for after the Cinnabon, the Minibon, Cinnabon Stix, and the Caramel Pecanbon, what was the next evolution? What, they asked themselves, after four video cards and five blades, was the best a man can get?

The answer, clearly, was the CinnaPretzel. Now I can eat two kinds of bread products at the same time, with frosting. They even include a cup specifically for frosting. Although I can’t tell if it’s a pretzel with frosting or a cinnamon roll in the shape of a pretzel.

Either way, this reminds me of Taco Bell launching bizarrely named food style products, when it’s the same combination of mystery meat, cheese, beans and a tortilla.

Update: Ugh. There’s technically six blades on the Gillette Fusion. Bewildering.

That kind of week.

I don’t know what it’s been like for everyone else, but man, thank the maker that Friday is here. Drop me a line in the comments if you feel the same.