No news.
All I can find is some old crap about who’s going to inherit the throne when The Master abdicates. Mostly, all the macabre bastards are speculating about is what will happen to their precious portfolios if His Steveness croaks. Ghouls.
There isn’t any new iPhone Killer news.
Nothing about the Zune.
Nothing about Little Psystar.
There isn’t any new discussion about the Desert-Vista thingamabob. I forgot already. Gobi? Sahara? Something like that. Anyhow it’s poetic that they picked a desert. Maybe that explains the mirage that everyone thinks they’re seeing an operating system.
In just a few months Microsoft can start delaying Windows 7.
Yahoo! (Corporate motto: Google this.) continues to make all kinds of inroads toward becoming the next Lycos.
I watched some television tonight. Saw a Rhapsody ad, an Instinct ad, and an iPhone ad. One of the ads showed a product doing something. Guess which one.
Lucky guess.
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The Apple TV is running smoothly. I’ve almost finished ripping all my CDs into the computer again. Over the years of moving files from one computer to another I’d lost a few files, and some of my CDs never got in the system. I didn’t even know (or forgot) I had a few of them. Funny how you can leave out “A Rosie Christmas,” and eight or nine Barry Manilow CDs and not even notice.
The hot tub is fixed. Football season has almost started, what with the Hall of Fame game on TV this evening and all. It’s good to see Jim Zorn head coaching a team. And of course, the Mariners are playing another crappy season.
All in all a good weekend.
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Ladies, please unplug all of your hair appliances before you leave.
Thank you.
It was all going well until you mentioned hair.
I hate you Rip.