Cheryl was complaining this morning. Before you rush to judgement – of me – for telling on Cheryl, let me say up front that I complain just as much as she does. Only, my complaining tends to be more whiney, grating, and down right irritating.
But let us not talk about me, and instead focus on Cheryl – my intended target. (We’ll get to me shortly.)
Cheryl was complaining about her ratio of recreation to responsibilities this morning, but I was having none of it. “I saw you on the computer this morning,” I pointed out. “Yeah,” she replied, “but you saw me when I’d just sat down. I was only on it for ten minutes.”
“You want me to check?”
“What do you mean?”
“I can check the console logs to see what the computer was doing and when. Do you still want to stand by your ten minutes?”
“Go to Applications, Utilities, double click Console, make sure Console logs is selected and click kernel.log.”
“I don’t know what all this means.”
“Neither do I, but see this… that’s when the Mac woke from sleep. And see this… that’s when you put it to sleep.”
“Well, it didn’t seem like I was on for half an hour.”
Now, some of you may be patting me on my virtual back for my cleverness. Some of you may be sneering at Cheryl’s smug prick of a husband. Some of you, if you’re really smart (or at least smarter than me), will see the trap laid by my clever wife.
Now she knows how to check the MacBook’s logs, to see how long I spend not doing the things she’s asked me to do.
Anyone out there know if it will do any harm if I start deleting my system logs?