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Weblogging

S**t or get off the pot

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Okay, enough is enough. Jonathon Delacour has been flirting with the idea of getting a Mac, teasing us, coyly, with this will he or won’t he like a 16 year old on a hot date.

Time for this man to buy a Mac.

As I lay here on my bed, lightweight PowerBook on my lap, I decided to start a list of reasons why Jonathon should either s**t or get off the pot and buy that PBook.

  • Weight: Carrying around a PowerBook doesn’t feel that much different than carrying around my purse or a notepad. Actually, it weighs much less than my purse. My Dell laptop — the infamous mobile desktop — weights 19 pounds. My TiBook weights, what? Five pounds? Six? What would you rather lug around on a trip? A load of bricks or a load of feathers?
  • Ease of Use: I have an older TiBook, which is a 15 inch and plenty big enough for me. The keyboard is very comfortable and the touchpad is very responsive. I like the wide wrist supports.
  • Monitor: My TiBook is great for watching DVD movies in bed.
  • Neat Apple stuff: There isn’t fun stuff for Windows. That’s what I found out when I finally gave in and bought the TiBook, my first Mac. And the great thing with all this stuff is that people don’t assume Mac users are mega-geeks, and the software actually installs without tweaking. Amazing.
  • OS Support: In my OS 10.2 machine, I have the traditional Mac, the Darwin BSD Unix that forms the kernel of the OS, and I have Virtual PC installed running Windows 2000. I can literally have three operating systems running at once. Better — I can run X Windows on top of the Aqua interface and access all that cool X Windows software, including OpenOffice.All the power in the universe in an itty bitty titanium shell.
  • Portability: With my wireless router and my Airport, and a battery with a decent lifespan, I can carry my Mac everywhere — to bed, downstairs, in my office, the deck, the bathroom. Well, maybe not the bathroom. But you can take it to the kitchen.Just think, Jonathon — there’s you at the sink, washing your dishes with your Dismatique, your Mac quietly humming on the counter, playing music, or maybe a movie. Or soccer clips.
  • Cats: Cats prefer PowerBooks 2 to 1 over comparable PC-based laptops. No, really.
  • Compatibility: How can someone like Jonathon not have a Mac? Here’s a man who is very careful with his web site design; yet he’s not able to test it against the OS and machines that many of his readers use. What Jonathon has to do, then, is ask his Mac users questions, such as does this font look okay?Next time Jonathon asks me to check out a page, I’m going to tell him, “Oh God, Jonathon. What did you do to your site!?! It looks awful. I mean, it really looks scary. Are you not feeling well or something?”
  • Coolness: No matter how powerful a PC laptop, you won’t have the coolness factor of carrying around a PowerBook, particulary a TiBook. It used to be geeks wouldn’t be caught dead with a Mac, but that was before Darwin. Now, geeks flock around that glowing Apple symbol, like moths to a flame.
  • sex: TiBooks are still the sexiest computers in the world. I mean, my Dell looks like something that should be taken out into a field and detonated. Or like something I would take to Havard law school. Functional.Tell me, which would you rather be? Sexy? Or functional?

And the final and best reason of all — PowerBooks are the official laptop of Alpha Males.

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Weblogging

World Time Server

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An important utility for the weblogging world is the World Time Server – click on a country or region and it tells you the current time.

With the World Time Server, I know that at this moment, in San Francisco it’s 10:50pm, Sunday, but it’s 11:50pm in Colorado for Rageboy; 12:50am, Monday for Texas Meryl; 1:50am for Sharon in North Carolina and NJ Meryl; 6:50am, Monday for Wibbly Weblog in London; 7:50am for Gaspar in Italy; 4:50pm for Chris in Korea; and finally, 5:50pm for Jonathon in Sydney, NSW, Australia.

Round and round we go, and where we’ll stop, no one will know. This deserves a song!

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Weblogging

World Time Server

Recovered from the Wayback Machine.

An important utility for the weblogging world is the World Time Server – click on a country or region and it tells you the current time.

With the World Time Server, I know that at this moment, in San Francisco it’s 10:50pm, Sunday, but it’s 11:50pm in Colorado for Rageboy; 12:50am, Monday for Texas Meryl; 1:50am for Sharon in North Carolina and NJ Meryl; 6:50am, Monday for Wibbly Weblog in London; 7:50am for Gaspar in Italy; 4:50pm for Chris in Korea; and finally, 5:50pm for Jonathon in Sydney, NSW, Australia.

Round and round we go, and where we’ll stop, no one will know. This deserves a song!

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Just Shelley

I can do cute

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I can do cute. You bet. Even BurningBird can do cute.

Here’s cute. Tell me this isn’t cute.

HOW CAN YOU SAY THIS ISN’T CUTE!!!

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Just Shelley Weblogging

Good Morning Babees!

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Short trip. As I was working my way north, heading to my most favorite place in the world, I realized something: I don’t have registration for the car. I don’t have license plates, either.

Now, California may accept the dealer’s name in the license plate holder and a teeny tiny piece of paper with the VIN in the front window, but I’m pretty sure that most other states, Oregon included, won’t. At least, I think they won’t. So, I postponed the rest of my trip until I can check, on Tuesday, the legalities of driving my car in other states. If any of you have an answer on this – please email me or drop a comment. The wind blows to the North, and my journey is incomplete.

I have two bizarre and interesting things to tell you about, neither of which has anything to do with my trip. (I also came very close to a serious accident returning home across the Golden Gate Bridge, but we’ll bag talking about that one, concentrate on the fun stuff.)

First, I had the loveliest wrong number. It went something like this:

Him: Shelley! (Turns out, he said Stacey, but I heard Shelley)

Me: Yes?

Him: This is David

Me: (Now, I do know a David, but this one’s in Missouri and can’t figure out why he’d be calling) Hello David

Him: How are you, love (unsure of these exact words)

Me: (The David I know is not English. And doesn’t have such a lovely, lovely voice) Exactly who is this?

Him: This is David! The ten inch stud from London! (Now, I do remember these words, exactly)

Me: (bursting into giggles, I kid you not, giggling like a mad woman)
I’m sorry. giggle But I think you have the wrong number. giggle

Him: Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! I can’t believe I did that! Oh my gosh!

Me: That’s okay (really reluctant to hang up, as this man has the sexiest voice I’ve heard—and I’m a sucker for Australian and English accents)

Him: I’m so sorry. Isn’t this (he repeats a number he’s called)

Me: What was that number again? (Shameless hussy)

Him: (repeats number)

Me: No, I’m sorry. You did dial the wrong number (and I was sorry, too. Damn sorry.)

Him: Oh gosh. I really am sorry. I thought you said your name was Stacey?

Me: No, it’s Shelley (I’m still giggling – can’t believe I’m giggling. Years of sophisticated professionalism drop away in a New York minute.)

Him: Shelley. Yeah, that’s right (is it just me or is he a bit reluctant to hang up, too?)

Him: I can’t believe I said what I did! I’m so sorry!

Me: Not a problem. pause Well good-bye now.

Him: pause Good-bye

Here I am, half in love with a voice and a wrong number. I really have to get out more!

Speaking of which, this leads us to my next bizarre thing – an email, contents of which I’ve copied here:Shelley Powers:

A Provincial Doctor we once had on our team was absolutely right when he once said that women like you, who pukes on others without having the facts, are sexually dissatisfied. Go and get laid, and you’ll feel much better!

Jan

Now, I’ve had web sites for years, and have posted some controversial material at said sites. I’m also a writer, and write things that have made people angry at times. However, I couldn’t figure out exactly where this one was coming from. So I did what every other weblogger would do in this case – I went to Google and looked up Jan Sundberg Bingo! First listing had this page. Then I remembered Mr. Sundberg.

Jan sent me hate mail previously for a series of articles I did titled Tale of Two Monster, about the Giant Squid and Nessie, the Loch Ness Monster. I was not exactly flattering in my coverage of him in said articles. However, what I can’t figure out why he sent me a second hate email last night. I’ve heard from the others mentioned in the articles, but long ago – the articles were written in 1998.

Why is that some men resort to the old “you need to get laid” story any time they meet a woman who disagrees with them? If you have a moment, send Jan an email, tell him “Hi! Back atcha, luv” from me. giggle <edit />

Anyhoo, I have Blogicon items to organize. And I’m still taking off — again — as soon as I find out if I’m going to be hassled driving in other states.