I’ve been thinking about a Mac Mini to augment my ailing-in-its-old-age PowerBook. But now, I see that the Intel Mac Minis have an integrated graphics solution.
I’m not so sure how I feel about that.
Guess I should hope for a price drop and snap up one of the older models.
Google Talk has this interesting “Off the Record” feature, which prevents a conversation from being saved on google’s servers. Unfortunately, this doesn’t prevent either party from highlighting and copying and pasting.
Like so:
Party1: So.
I just watched the lost episode with extra INCEST.
Sent at 4:59 PM on Friday
Party2: ah, that one
Party1: Well.
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Party2: Can you blame him?
This chat is no longer off the record
Party2: yea. Shes a total bitch
Party1: Totally.
Just a reminder that if you don’t want it on the internet, don’t put it on the internet.
Hey all. I’m fine! Chatted a bit with my gastroenterologist after the procedure, and I’m okay. Also found out more about my condition. So, if I’m out to dinner with any of you and I appear to be eating too quickly, please ask me to slow down.
Overall, the experience was pleasant. Terrie, Dan, Kim, and Dr. Carroll were all friendly and er, hospitable.
I was early, and I was admitted early. I got undressed, got comfortable on a bed and they started a standard IV drip. The only really uncomfortable part was the fact that I had not eaten since midnight before. Starting the IV was not bad, the only thing I felt was the presence of the cold liquid flowing through my veins. I had the risks outlined for me. Of note was this particular statistic:
Perforation, Death 1:10,000
Awesome.
Then the anesthesiologist came and assured me I’d be, “schnockered.” Just like my birthday that one time. You know what I’m talking about. At around two o’clock, I was wheeled into one of the procedure rooms and hooked up to all sorts of monitoring devices. For fun, I started meditating and tried getting my pulse down as low as possible.
I was asked to do one thing, which was turn on my side, and then I watched as the milky white liquid crawled up into the IV and then, a few deep breaths later. . .
I woke up in the recovery room, two hours later.
Many thanks to Sean and Morgan who made sure I got home.
Now I’m here at my desk, eating a paste composed of brown rice and refried beans. Pretty tasty, actually. Throat’s a bit sore, but looking forward to having dinner with you all in the next couple of weeks.
Just give me some time to recover.
Quick kudos to Fantom Comics in TenleyTown.
Knowledgeable, friendly staff that don’t feel like they’re waiting for you to steal something.
Yeah, I probably shouldn’t write their copy, but they are pretty cool. I mentioned I was going to pick up two of the back trades of Fable, guy at the register gave me four “Fantom Bucks” towards my purchase when they come in tomorrow.
Pretty cool.
So, in short, check’em out.
Right, well I guess that’s four dollars worth of promotion.
I was looking forward to a game that I couldn’t remember the title of. Now, I don’t look forward to a lot of games. This one was unique, in terms of story and presentation.
The premise is that instead of cars, robotic two legged vehicles became the norm. The game is about an amnesiac boy that owns one of these vehicles. As far as I can tell, it’s a game about him, his robot and travelling from town to town being a roadie for the “Trot Band.”
Right.
So I couldn’t find the name and I knew it was due for a localization and release here in the states sometime. Finally found the title. (Thank you interwebs!)
Ponkotsu Roman Daikatsugeki Bumpy Trot
Which translates to
Junk Romance Great Action Bumpy Trot
Which, when released here in the states, will be shortened to
For the life of me, I don’t know why the name was difficult to remember.
It’s so intuitive.