Last weekend, Laura and I took a mini-vacation to Chattanooga. We stayed at The Chattanoogan, which is a pretty nice hotel, even though the shower was weak. Within moments of entering the room, Laura had discovered the ethernet port and was bouncing with as much glee as could be expected from a geek on vacation.

Saturday afternoon we went to the Tennessee Aquarium and looked at weird fish and turtles and other fishy turtley things. [Tuna are some really huge, really scary fish. Really.]

For those of you who are interested, or who are sad to see the “Happy Mac” icon abandoned in Mac OS 10.2, Ryan Schmidt has posted a mildly complex method of changing your OSX boot logo.

Happy birthday to me!

For all you raging Dirt Worshippersr there is Vegan Erotica. They claim that it is aimed at anyone who wants to be a compassionate purchaser. But the real truth is that only people who want animals to be cuddly and not useful will buy this stuff, that among other weird people looking to try out new things I guess. I’ll refrain from my VEGAN RANT. You know who you are out there, and you are missing some brain cells.

Friday night, Laura and I went to Apple’s “100 Minutes of Jaguar” release party at Lenox Mall. We anticipated about 80 people being there. When we got there at about 10:15, there were about 1000 people lined up throughout the top floor of the mall, almost all of them waiting to get their copy of Mac OS 10.2. Rather than getting in line, we decided to just sit and watch for a little while. When we left at 11PM, more people were showing up.

If you had a Firewire-capable system, wouldn’t you like to have a Super DriveDock: a very small block with an IDE connector on one side, Firewire and power on the other side. For a quick data-dump, slap the DriveDock onto a drive, plug in your Firewire cable, and copy files at 35MB/s.

“It’s time. You don’t get a second chance.”

I could hear the clickety clickety tapping of the witch’s fingernails on the glass windowpane. Below her was a long empty drop to the pavement. Above her was the moon.

“I like my life. I’ve got a great apartment. I date. My furniture matches.”

The witch cocked her head like some predatory bird. Her slick black eyes, filled with stars and sliding reflections of the neighboring apartments, did not reflect my image. Her terrifying and beautiful face smiled with some pity for me.

Yar! Pirates!

Testing with mozilla.

My mother works in histology at a city hospital. She enjoys telling me terrible and gruesome tales of the things that happen at her work:

“We had a poor old girl die from an intercranial bleed-on at 9:15 wednesday night. She was an organ donor so they took her to surgery immediately afterward and took out her organs and her bones.

“At 3:00 PM on Thursday, Administration called me to see where the body was. We didn’t know there was a body in the morgue. I went back to the morgue and there she was: lying out in the room, no fridge, just flat (no bones), wrapped in paper, like a roast.