• This week

    I noted two unspectacular events this week. There was nothing extraordinarily special about these two unspectacular events, I just happened to note them. To be honest, they’re the two most recent unspectacular events and I just happened to feel like writing at this moment, so here they are, in order of occurance.

    1. Adam was weighed and measured at the doctor’s office. (Have you noticed that they seem to do a lot of weighing and measuring there?) As it turns out, Adams relative weight has gone down. I say relative because he’s actually gotten heavier, but his percentile rank (among his peers) in weight has actually dropped below his percentile rank for height. Actually, in one way his relative weight is still just as high (almost). He’s 85% for weight, but 90% for height.

    Yep, he’s a biggun.

    2. Adam noticed that I am a nail picker. I have been since I was a child. I think it’s one of the lesser offensive childhood habits to carry-over into adulthood, but don’t tell that to my wife. You’d think I was picking her nails she gets so pissed. Heck, it’s not like I’m picking my nose or wetting the bed. Jeesh! Anyway, back to Adam. He notices I’m picking my nails, and what does he do? Does he sit down and start picking his nails? No, he sits in my lap all evening picking my nails.

    It’s pretty freaking weird to have your fifteen month old child sit and pick your nails for thirty minutes.

  • Paper, rock… and a couple of Brits caught spying?

    I heard on NPR this morning that a couple of British diplomats were accused of spying on the Russians in Moscow, using equipment hidden in a rock. If this proves to be true, it will signal a change in British government at its highest levels… the outsourcing bug will have struck British Intelligence; Q having lost his job in research and development to The Sharper Image.

    Those former Iron Curtain cities being famous for their open “green” spaces, I’ll bet a rock is quite inconspicuous. Heck, any body who’s anybody has got a rock in his or her office. It is genius, pure and simple, to hide espionage equipment in an office rock.

    Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a plant for the British too. I’m here to learn the secret of unaccountability under a “democratic” veil in government. MI6 scored me a listening device hidden in a faux marble bust of Winston Churchill at Spencer’s Gifts. I am in like Flynn.

    Surely, none of the above is true.

  • UPDATE – 9.1 on a 20th Anniversary Mac

    Friends, Romans, Countrymen… lend me your ears. We’re not in Rome, you say? A curse on you who mock my fit of whimsy!

    When last I spoke of my bite of Apple lore, I was smote with glee over nine point oh four.

    But you had to know that I wouldn’t be satisfied with half measures, didn’t you? This week I went whole hog and pushed the TAM to its official software limit – Mac OS 9.1. Alas, this is not a story chucked full of manna, honey, or candied Apples. Truth be told, it’s not a hell-of-a lot different than 9.04.

    The next stop on the TAM tinkering tour is a removal of the thus far unused network card, plugged into the sole PCI slot, in favor of a used (re: free) USB card. With no available (re: authorized) network connection for my beloved TAM at the office, and with a Palm OS device that can do double duty as a USB flash drive, a USB card is my ticket to file transfer bliss.

    OOOOH… File Transfer!