Jesus Has Diversified.
He apparently rolls on some slick wheels, too.
The Man Who Said No To Wal-Mart
The Man Who Said No to Wal-Mart. I read this last year and I’ve related the story to about five people–I think it’s a fantastic example of good business sense. (via)
Streaming XM radio
Streaming satellite radio anywhere in your house – I wasn’t aware there was a standalone XM streaming app. Nice.
Happy Birthday, Electric Jesus
The holiday season is up on us, and we’re getting prepared for it as best we can. The neighbors have supplied more than enough cheer for us after installing their neon manger scene.
Purple Haze.
In the last eight years or so, I’ve had a total of about ten all-in-one iMacs come through Idiot Central in assorted models and colors. I’ve kept my eye out for them here and there because they are usually very cheap, mostly bombproof, and will still run OS X at a reasonable enough speed to be useful. However, ten-year-old circuitry gets finicky after awhile, and like anything else, exhibits personality quirks. I’ve had a handful of first-generation colored versions with wonky old hard drives and dead CD-ROM drives, and slot-loading models with twitchy video and fragile power units just waiting for a brief hiccup in current to fry the motherboard. All have been purchased from Craigslist and flea markets and rummage sales, all were put to good use for various projects (or resold), and over the years they’ve finally bit the dust in one way or another, except for one.
I bought Purple—named for its case color—through an ad in the Pennysaver (yeah, that’s right, this was before Craigslist made it to Mobtown) from a chain-smoking dude in Glen Burnie, who may or may not have acquired it by means illegal, and who certainly sketched me out. Before I had a music server set up on it, it first ran home-automation software here at the house. Then, it was a production webserver. For a while it was my mother’s stand-in iMac when her original blueberry model bit the dust, until we got her a laptop. For the next four years, I stuffed it to the gills with my music collection, and it sat under my desk, dutifully hosting my music library. It’s been opened and closed so many times, I can’t remember what the original configuration ever was. A few weeks ago I humped it into idfive and booted it up after a year of retirement, and it cheerfully resumed its duties without complaint.
Like the proverbial Timex, it kept ticking, until this week, when it suddenly refused to wake up from sleep. Several attempts to get it to boot from an emergency disk failed, and finally it offered the weirdest possible sign of trouble I’ve ever seen: a shifted, half-blank display of pixels all running for the edges like animals escaping from a zoo. I pulled the drive the other night and booted it from a spare enclosure; it came up immediately and with no problems, which pointed back to problems within the machine itself. Sadly, I pulled the RAM and clock battery out, then buttoned it back up in preparation for a trip to the dump. I have one last iMac in the basement that’s available for a heart transplant; strangely enough, I’ve been meaning to get rid of that one for the last few months every time I trip over it, but providence made sure I was too busy to ever get around to it.
So, farewell, old friend. It’s been a good five years, and you’ve certainly paid for yourself.
Progress.
Mama just called me to share some excellent news and a video link: Finn just rolled over onto her back by herself!
She wasn’t particularly happy about things afterwards, but that’s because she was due for a midmorning nap.
Carpocalypse Wow.
Holy crap! Chrysler is suspending all production of cars for a month. As the mostly satisfied owner of a Jeep (a Chrysler product), I’m a little concerned as to how their implosion might affect me down the line. My guess is not so much, but still… This shit is getting scary.
Ten Eleven Twelve Weeks.
Hi little girl. I began this post way back in November, a few days after Thanksgiving, to be exact, but it’s been a while since then. Time is just flying by, and you’re getting bigger and stronger every day. I can’t believe how much you’ve grown in such a short while; it was only a few weeks ago that I could cradle your head in my palm and your feet wouldn’t touch my elbow. Now they hang down on either side of my forearm, bumping my chest every once in a while as you stir in your sleep. Early this morning, as you laid in bed next to me, trying to fall back asleep, I stared at your little face and thought of all the things that have happened since I wrote to you last.
Thanksgiving has come and gone already. In what is now family tradition, Papa’s family came down from New York for the holiday, and we were able to put you down long enough beforehand to be able to vacuum the floors, clean the bathroom, and cook an 18 lb. turkey, a double helping of stuffing, potatoes, yams, beans, cabbage, and gravy. You even sat in your bouncy chair long enough for us all to eat while the food was still warm. I think Mama must have dosed you with some kind of mild sedative when they got here, because you were on your best behavior the whole weekend. The bouncy chair, normally good for about ten minutes, kept you happy for an hour. Mama put you down at 10, and you didn’t stir until 8 the next morning, which meant our real Thanksgiving came on Friday morning.
That Saturday your Mama’s family came to visit, so we had a whole houseful of relatives around a warm fire, and passed you from lap to lap for as long as you would stay happy. You did really well with all of the new faces, and practiced your pretty smile with everyone. I think you’re just ensuring your inheritance, ’cause as soon as the door closes behind our guests, you return to full-on meltdown mode. What’s up with that?
Saturday evening, Mama put you down on a blanket for some tummy time, and instead of faceplanting in the middle of a piercing shriek, you kept your head on your shoulders and blinked at Mama like you were practicing for weeks. Even after we removed the pillow underneath, you stayed upright and happy, even smiling at us, for several thrilling minutes.
Of course, we knew it wouldn’t last. The Tuesday following Thanksgiving, Mama told me you slept for about thirty seconds; the rest of the day was spent in various states of catastrophe. Wednesday was no better; you spent most of the day in a sustained fit, using sleep only to rest up for the next explosion, and the rest of the week was filed with more of the same. As with everything else, It would be helpful if you could tell us what the problem actually was, instead of giving us that reproachful glare right before you commence to shrieking like a stuck pig.
Mama did more reading and found some great advice about your sleeping habits, which she then put into practice. The theory goes something like this: The more quality sleep you get during the day, the better you’ll sleep at night. After a number of other small modifications in our routine, we’ve had some incredible progress in your behavior. Granted, you haven’t become the Baby Jesus or anything, but the difference in your attitude is amazing.
Meanwhile, the world around us continues to thrash and convulse its way to ruin; every day the news is bleak, although it seems like everyone is just holding their breath. I’m doing my best to remain positive; we’re only a few days away from Christmas, which is one of my favorite times of the year. I’m so excited to spend it with you and Mama together. I don’t know if we’ll have a real tree this year, or if we’re even going to have time to put up decorations; between my work schedule and your waking schedule, there isn’t much time left in the day to shop, much less install a tree in our living room.
Even if I have to go to the Target to find a 3-foot plastic tree this year, we’re going to have some kind of Christmas. The trick is going to be slowing down enough to enjoy it.
Saturn Hopes GM doesn’t abandon them
Saturn owners hope GM doesn’t abandon them – CNN.com
We have a ten-year-old Saturn, which is an excellent car. I too hope GM doesn’t abandon the brand more than it already has, but I’m not holding my breath. Oh, and there’s this gem:
“Brand loyalty is overrated,” McManus stated flatly.
No, it isn’t, dumbass. Brand loyalty sells cars. If Saturn still made good cars, I’d consider buying one based on my current experience.
Whoever employs this fucknut should drop him like a bad habit.
Excellent Customer Service.
I finally got around to sending our older Canon PowerShot off to the company’s customer service center a few weeks ago. To recap the story quickly, earlier this year our PowerShot SD110 started malfunctioning, taking shots with a magenta cast and horizontal lines through each frame. Research revealed that Canon had an out-of-warranty replacement program for the problem, and a quick phone call confirmed our camera was eligible.
I had dawdled in sending our camera in not because I was waiting on the company for anything, but because I never got around to the UPS store to drop the package off (new baby and all). I should also mention that Canon’s customer service has been nothing but stellar from the beginning. Each call I made was handled by someone obviously well-trained and motivated, and they sent me a pre-paid UPS label promptly via email after my first contact. When our camera arrived at their shop, I got an email notification. And when they emailed me about a return package en route, I expected it to take a week or so to arrive.
Imagine my surprise when we got a FedEx delivery this week, with a small but curiously heavy box inside. Accompanying the box was a dry, matter-of-fact letter which informed me they had, in fact, tested out camera and found it was defective, and because parts weren’t available anymore, they shipped us a replacement PowerShot SD900 instead. I think you could have knocked me over with a feather.
It’s a refurbished model, which means it had been returned to Canon for repair/replacement; there are a few small nicks on the corner where it had been dropped somewhere. Otherwise, it’s a clean unit with a huge LCD display and 10MP resolution. (The physical condition of our old 110 was embarrassing). The battery is charging on the wall as I write this, and I can’t wait to try it out.
My first serious digital camera was a Canon G3, which I loved, and when it came time to go to DSLRs, I went with Nikon over Canon for various reasons I don’t recall even though it seemed like everyone I read was doing the opposite. I’ve got nothing but good words for our Nikons, and I still plan to upgrade to a D90 when I can afford one (I have already made a sizeable investment in Nikon glass), but I still praise Canon to the heavens whenever I’m asked for an opinion. This customer service experience almost makes me regret going with Nikon, because I do vote with my pocketbook, and I’d like to reward this company for going above and beyond the call of duty. They could simply have told me there was nothing they could do, and shipped back our brick; they could have discontinued the program years ago. Instead, they have further cemented my brand loyalty, and made an evangelist out of me. Nice work, Canon.
Will You Look At That.
Huh. There’s actually snow on the ground this evening. What better excuse for a glass of red wine and a fire in the fireplace?
Hey, Bud.
Yep, I’m still here. We’re going at full speed, so it’s hard to get time to write anything lengthy. So, to update:
Baby: good.
Work: good.
Christmas: oh, shit.
Off to bed.
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