I'm saving up for a new laptop, since mine was ancient, a shitty HP, and finally self-actualized that is was a p.o.c. and self-distructed, leaving only my harddrive and fond memories of it crapping out on me regularly in it's wake. My mom thinks she can meet me part way on buying a new one, and my job can cover the remainder.
I'm thinking serriously about an iBook, because they're aestheticly pleasing (stupid reason, I'm aware), never seem to have any problems, Macs (which I have always loved, my first computers were Macs), and interface easily with iPod equipment, which I'm also saving up for (I don't know the extent to which other computers interface with iPod stuffs). Also, if I ever learn Adobe, which is a long-term goal of mine, it'll be nice to have a good computer for graphics work. It's $999. And a G4. That's good, right?
My desktop is suitable for the light gaming I do, and the laptop would be mainly for browsing, word processing and music (I'm also potentially saving for decent speakers). Is this, oh computer friends, a good choice? Is the iBook all hype, oh my brother and sisters? IS it suited to my computing needz? Does anyone actually know as opposed to my random stabs at something I know little about and gut 'it's purrrrty' reaction?
At work, the only thing that can solve a gigantic man-fight over the correct Hebrew spelling of mazeltov on some brat's giant Vegan bar mitzva cake is Mingus. Mingus binds souls. But he doesn't blight them. That's someone else entirley. Happy birthday/becoming a man John, who ever you are, you Vegan beast of a boy. I whisked nasty, smelly egg-replacer for your ass. I theorize that maybe the family's super-kosher and they've having a meat dish in the meal and so can't have dairy at the same-sitting desert? Is it can't have meat and milk in the same dish, or same meal? I don't know.
Accientally huffed Allspice yesterday. OW- and highly unreccomended! Allspice is the dried and crushed fruit of Juniper berries, and I find the smell very pleasant and nostalgic. My grandmother used to own rentals on Juniper Street (a duplex which my mother, she is ashamed to admit, grew up in that grandmother later, having saved up on a nurses' not-generous salary, and bought in a vindictive gesture against her former poverty), and the trees were everywhere, and I regularly played over there. So the air conditioner took it upon itself, mid my delicate sniff, to funf a giant hunk into my nose. Eyes wattering, stumbling crazily around my carrot cake batter, Miriam asking "Ahre yu okeh?" Me trying to wheeze out "Fiiiiiiine."
Do not try to snort allspice.
Miriam came back from getting her visa papers renewed in la Ciudad de Mexico. She brought with her the funk influenced Mexican salsa cover of I Will Survive. Entirley in Spanish, of course.
"What you call dis?" "An oven Rack." She liked the sound of it so much she pranced around the rest of the day chanting "Rack! RACK!" Growling it, teasing the word, looking exceptionally pleased with herself. I like Miriam.
I'm thinking serriously about an iBook, because they're aestheticly pleasing (stupid reason, I'm aware), never seem to have any problems, Macs (which I have always loved, my first computers were Macs), and interface easily with iPod equipment, which I'm also saving up for (I don't know the extent to which other computers interface with iPod stuffs). Also, if I ever learn Adobe, which is a long-term goal of mine, it'll be nice to have a good computer for graphics work. It's $999. And a G4. That's good, right?
My desktop is suitable for the light gaming I do, and the laptop would be mainly for browsing, word processing and music (I'm also potentially saving for decent speakers). Is this, oh computer friends, a good choice? Is the iBook all hype, oh my brother and sisters? IS it suited to my computing needz? Does anyone actually know as opposed to my random stabs at something I know little about and gut 'it's purrrrty' reaction?
At work, the only thing that can solve a gigantic man-fight over the correct Hebrew spelling of mazeltov on some brat's giant Vegan bar mitzva cake is Mingus. Mingus binds souls. But he doesn't blight them. That's someone else entirley. Happy birthday/becoming a man John, who ever you are, you Vegan beast of a boy. I whisked nasty, smelly egg-replacer for your ass. I theorize that maybe the family's super-kosher and they've having a meat dish in the meal and so can't have dairy at the same-sitting desert? Is it can't have meat and milk in the same dish, or same meal? I don't know.
Accientally huffed Allspice yesterday. OW- and highly unreccomended! Allspice is the dried and crushed fruit of Juniper berries, and I find the smell very pleasant and nostalgic. My grandmother used to own rentals on Juniper Street (a duplex which my mother, she is ashamed to admit, grew up in that grandmother later, having saved up on a nurses' not-generous salary, and bought in a vindictive gesture against her former poverty), and the trees were everywhere, and I regularly played over there. So the air conditioner took it upon itself, mid my delicate sniff, to funf a giant hunk into my nose. Eyes wattering, stumbling crazily around my carrot cake batter, Miriam asking "Ahre yu okeh?" Me trying to wheeze out "Fiiiiiiine."
Do not try to snort allspice.
Miriam came back from getting her visa papers renewed in la Ciudad de Mexico. She brought with her the funk influenced Mexican salsa cover of I Will Survive. Entirley in Spanish, of course.
"What you call dis?" "An oven Rack." She liked the sound of it so much she pranced around the rest of the day chanting "Rack! RACK!" Growling it, teasing the word, looking exceptionally pleased with herself. I like Miriam.