For a relatively eventful time in my life, I sure don't have a lot to say at the moment.
When I recently bought my first Mac, I was expecting - well, not the transformative, life-changing event that Apple's marketing department seems to promise from your first caress of the power button - but at least enough substance to write a good piece on adjusting to life on the Mac from the perspective of a performance PC user. I could separate the fact from the hype on both sides, but thought there'd still be enough noteworthy differences involved in seeing how the other half lives that it'd be food for interesting discussion.
So far, newp.
I love my new Mac, and to be fair, I haven't started really DOING anything with it yet. But so far, there's nothing that it does that I really like that couldn't be done easily enough on a PC. The things I like most about it probably have nothing to do with it being a Mac and everything to do with it being a laptop. I sure do like surfing the intertron from bed with nary a wire to be seen.
It's slick and beautiful, and although I'm eager to get Windows installed on it, I think I may give MacOS a shot as my primary OS for now.
Living in Toronto is neat, although I'm a little worried that I've been imposing far longer than I wanted to on my friends' guest room. They seem totally cool with it (and I know if the situation were reversed, my home would be their home for as long as they needed it, and I'm pretty sure that's reciprocal), but the great TO apartments just aren't forthcoming.
As I've mentioned before, I know my decision to keep the car (and therefore brave the harsh realities of auto insurance in Toronto) certainly knocks me down a peg or two on the "what i can afford" scale, apartment-wise. But still, I never expected the pickings would be quite so slim, and it's especially difficult when you're moving to a huge city that you're largely unfamilar with. Unless the subway drops me off right in front of it, I'm at a loss to find anything in Toronto that isn't contained between Bloor, Queen, Yonge, and Spadina.
I was looking at what would have been a great place a few days ago - looked nice and modern, nice neighbourhood, close to work, not too long a walk to the subway, utilities included (including cable and internet)... but a bachelor apartment with a dividing wall is not the same thing as a 1-bedroom. This was small by bachelor standards! Also, no stove, which I didn't dig.
Ah well. I'll find something.
Work seems to be going well, although I never really thought I'd be in a job where how many times I could dial the phone in an hour would be a metric of my performance. Hmm. We're doing a Secret Santa, which is more stress than it should be when all you know about the person behind the name on the slip of paper is which cubicle is his.
It was my mom's birthday yesterday, and I think she had a good one. My brother had some vacation time stockpiled so he was able to head up and will stay through till Christmas. I won't be home until next weekend, but I sent up a big bouquet of flowers (I think mom described it as "gigantic" so I think I done good). Every year - and on more occasions than birthdays, because that was just the type of guy he was - my dad would make sure my mom got flowers. So I made sure she got them this year, from the same shop from which he'd always buy, because I knew she'd like them (a comfort for me, who is a terrible occasion-based gift-giver - although, in my defense, i'm absolutely kickass at the 'i saw this and thought of you' random gift-giving), and because I knew he'd want her to get flowers. There aren't words for how much it hurts that he can't be here with us, and Christmas will be hard, but I feel a little better knowing that he'd be really happy that mom got a really nice bouquet of flowers on her birthday.
On a cheerier note, but still on the topic of birthdays, happy birthday Flux!!!
When I recently bought my first Mac, I was expecting - well, not the transformative, life-changing event that Apple's marketing department seems to promise from your first caress of the power button - but at least enough substance to write a good piece on adjusting to life on the Mac from the perspective of a performance PC user. I could separate the fact from the hype on both sides, but thought there'd still be enough noteworthy differences involved in seeing how the other half lives that it'd be food for interesting discussion.
So far, newp.
I love my new Mac, and to be fair, I haven't started really DOING anything with it yet. But so far, there's nothing that it does that I really like that couldn't be done easily enough on a PC. The things I like most about it probably have nothing to do with it being a Mac and everything to do with it being a laptop. I sure do like surfing the intertron from bed with nary a wire to be seen.
It's slick and beautiful, and although I'm eager to get Windows installed on it, I think I may give MacOS a shot as my primary OS for now.
Living in Toronto is neat, although I'm a little worried that I've been imposing far longer than I wanted to on my friends' guest room. They seem totally cool with it (and I know if the situation were reversed, my home would be their home for as long as they needed it, and I'm pretty sure that's reciprocal), but the great TO apartments just aren't forthcoming.
As I've mentioned before, I know my decision to keep the car (and therefore brave the harsh realities of auto insurance in Toronto) certainly knocks me down a peg or two on the "what i can afford" scale, apartment-wise. But still, I never expected the pickings would be quite so slim, and it's especially difficult when you're moving to a huge city that you're largely unfamilar with. Unless the subway drops me off right in front of it, I'm at a loss to find anything in Toronto that isn't contained between Bloor, Queen, Yonge, and Spadina.
I was looking at what would have been a great place a few days ago - looked nice and modern, nice neighbourhood, close to work, not too long a walk to the subway, utilities included (including cable and internet)... but a bachelor apartment with a dividing wall is not the same thing as a 1-bedroom. This was small by bachelor standards! Also, no stove, which I didn't dig.
Ah well. I'll find something.
Work seems to be going well, although I never really thought I'd be in a job where how many times I could dial the phone in an hour would be a metric of my performance. Hmm. We're doing a Secret Santa, which is more stress than it should be when all you know about the person behind the name on the slip of paper is which cubicle is his.
It was my mom's birthday yesterday, and I think she had a good one. My brother had some vacation time stockpiled so he was able to head up and will stay through till Christmas. I won't be home until next weekend, but I sent up a big bouquet of flowers (I think mom described it as "gigantic" so I think I done good). Every year - and on more occasions than birthdays, because that was just the type of guy he was - my dad would make sure my mom got flowers. So I made sure she got them this year, from the same shop from which he'd always buy, because I knew she'd like them (a comfort for me, who is a terrible occasion-based gift-giver - although, in my defense, i'm absolutely kickass at the 'i saw this and thought of you' random gift-giving), and because I knew he'd want her to get flowers. There aren't words for how much it hurts that he can't be here with us, and Christmas will be hard, but I feel a little better knowing that he'd be really happy that mom got a really nice bouquet of flowers on her birthday.
On a cheerier note, but still on the topic of birthdays, happy birthday Flux!!!
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winter_davis:
Hannumas does roll off the tongue, but I would be more likely to use it in reference to people-flavored hummus... Hannibal Hummus... Hannumas. You see?
beckyjane:
Well thank you.