Just a new song for all of you who visit frequently. More content in a week or so, once I've got the exams out of the way.
When You Feel It
From the album So Much More
This is where the lyrics would go. But I can't find them. And I'm too
lazy busy to transcribe them.
I've been telling myself that I'll hold off on upgrading the notebook till next fall... But after reading about Parallels' newest release of Desktop
and seeing this screenshot
(via Daring Fireball
That's it: sigh.And you've got to love that catch-phrase: "Windows is the new Classic". That John Gruber... He just cracks me up.Update:
And one Michael Verdi has a nice video demonstration
... Yowza.Yet Another Update:
And if this rumour
is true, then that's what I'll be getting. Nothing beats my 12-inch PowerBook for portability.
More of such festive nonesense in a bit. Really, really.
I just occured to me that I have PHP. So, this one's for all those especially voyeuristic folks out there: My (online) Lifestream
All credit goes to Jeremy Keith of Adactio
. But I hope to modify it a bit more and do something useful with it.
More soon. Really.
Oh, and until I learn some more PHP, the time's off by around four hours.
The portfolio push has begun
. And, this here blog has a new url: http://digitalmud.ca/write/
No worries if you use the RSS feed though.
As I was walking down St. George Street a few minutes ago, someone handed me a flyer for a student from Ryerson University who's running for Mayor.
Here's a quote:
I am running for mayor because I feel that youths are not properly represented in politics and our opinions are always voiced but rarely taken seriously. As a student, I feel that working together and supporting each other as a whole; I can represent a larger, younger voice in politics
What can I say to that?
Sorry my friend, but there's no way I'm going to vote for you if you don't know how to use a semicolon properly. It's a matter of principle.
The least you could have done was to have someone, preferably an English major, proofread your paper.
The confessions of a not so dangerous mind.
On the floor, under my desk, there's a little tin train that my mother picked up for me. The space where the conductor's cab would be is hollowed out. I use it to keep pencils and such things.
If you were to wrap your hands around all the things there and pull them out, you'd see that the bottom of the tin is full of twist-ties.
Without even realising it, it seems that I've developed a habit of saving all the nicer twist ties that come my way - especially the plastic coated ones that you get with higher-end electronics.
My name is Chris, and I have a twist-tie fetish.
I have a recurring fantasy. It involves a crowded subway car and a pair of scissors.
One of the first things I learnt when I started riding the subway regularly in the sixth grade is that as a courtesy, you should take your backpack or shoulder bag off and place it on the floor. So it doesn't hit the other commuters standing and sitting around you.
I would like to sneak a pair of sharp scissors onto the subway with me and have at the bag straps of all the inconsiderate people who ride the subway during rush hour. As their bags fall to the floor, I would laugh with unabashed glee.
Yesterday, there was one such person standing right next to me as I made my way home. And, he happened to have a pair of scissors sticking out of the side pocket of his backup. It had orange handles. I resisted the urge, though.
My name is Chris, and I want to be a subway vigilante.
When I was in high school, I would spend hours every night, after everyone had gone to sleep, looking at pictures in magazines and on the internet.
I would visit sites like AnandTech and Dell. I'd memorize the articles in MaximumPC and PC Gamer. I'd drool over their hardware reviews. Then, I'd dream about my perfect computer.
My name is Chris, and I'm a recovering geek.