My Dad, The Switcher

We were eating lunch in Kansas City on Thursday and I'm not quite sure how the subject came up, but my mum asked me if dad should get a Mac. His Dell has been having a lot of problems with viruses, being super slow and he basically hasn't been able to use it much. "Of course he should," I replied. I told her about the iMacs and she pretty much decided to buy one for him. We walked down the street to the new Apple Store and after some discussion, she bought him a new 17" iMac, which of course I set up when we got home. His favorite feature thus far: the iTunes visualizer. He sat in front of his iMac for a good 20 minutes just staring at that thing. He came out of the room and declared it was, "better than dope."

Oh, Sweet Rumsfeld

When Rumsfeld was asked about long deployments and a lack of armored vehicles and other equipment by a soldier in Kuwait today, this was his response:

"You go to war with the Army you have," Rumsfeld replied, "not the Army you might want or wish to have."

That's a pretty shitty answer, wouldn't you say? What a dick. Good for the troops for speaking up and showing a little hostility.

Favourites Of 2004

My top lists for the year are nearly complete. The trouble with compiling this late  (?!) in December is that I am subjected to quite a few lists that just make me want to forget the whole thing. The rub has one such list. As a point of clarification, I don't really agree with much on the list, but I do like the writing and some of it is pretty funny.

Illiterate Emailers

There is nothing quite as annoying and completely rude as when someone sends out emails devoid of proper capitalization, punctuation and at worst of all, proper English. I've found that top executives are the worst. Don't even get me started on people with Blackberrys. The good people at c|net (via The NY TImes) have a good write-up about this very thing. The examples are humorous and hideous.

So Frustrated

I am so over this weblogging thing. \Hell, it's not like I even put much effort into any of it. Not that many people read it anyway and there's not much that sets this apart from the rest. It's all regurgitated information anyway. And for what? So I get comments and people like me? Whatever. For the last few hours I have been working on another site and I hate it. I hate almost everything about it. And why the fuck do I need a separate weblog for more personal matters? I'll just post it here. There are a few things that I would like to be able to do and I can't because I don't know how and I don't want to take the time to figure it out. So, this is how it's going to look and I don't care. It's stupid, self-indulgent bullshit anyway. I just got finished writing this long post about how I hate the fact that I am bored so easily and change my mind about stuff at the drop of a hat. Take my web site as an example. I used to have my site hosted somewhere else and used Movable Type to publish my weblog. I switched over to TypePad so that I could focus my time, which lately I probably have too much of, on posting instead of coding. And now I want to code a little bit. Coding... that's a laugh. I couldn't code my way out of a box. All of the "coding" I have done is nothing more than hackery. And on some level, that's fine with me. It's nothing that I've ever poured my heart and soul into. I just wish I could look at code and simply see what needs to be changed to control something I am seeing (or not seeing). I can't. Unless there are instructions or some nice coder person takes the time to walk me through it, it's not gonna happen. At this point I'm just throwing my hands up in the air in complete frustration. Oh, and something I ate earlier today cut my tongue. It hurts and is so annoying. And the fact that I'm sore? That's real fucking annoying too. Deep breaths. Good thing I'm leaving the apartment to go chant in a few minutes.