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Nothing of import happened today, but since I am on a roll (and impressing my sister) I figured I should come up with something. This is a good thing though since I have various bits of info and comments that I have collected over time that don’t really befit full entries, but if I heap them all into one, then maybe we will have something. We can call it Bullet List Tuesday.

Once I got around to getting cable down here, I felt I had an obligation, as a gadget lover, to go all out and get the DVR or as some people know it “TiVo”. This decision has had several effects which I was not expecting. First, I can finally actually follow my favorite shows. Pre-DVR I had a tendency to miss a lot of shows and then I just didn’t really know what was going on. This brings me to my second point; I have no idea when any of my favorite shows come on. I have a vague idea what day some of them come on, but that is about it. I tell the DVR to record “Lost” and it does it no matter what time or day it comes on. It is wonderful. While I am mentioning TV, am I the only one that has noticed that fictional shows are starting to live in a world where the other shows exist? For instance, the other day I saw a character in “Scrubs” a doctor-type sit-com, compare one of the doctors to House, the title character from “House” a doctor-type drama series. It feels weird from them to be doing that.

Moving on, I got a raise at work the other day so apparently I am not doing too terrible at what I do. I am just finishing the first project that I have been working on since August of last year and I will be moving on to more of the same kind of thing that I can’t tell you anything about, so no more of that.

I must have some new upstairs neighbors: well that or one of them just took up cooking. Every night I come home to the smell of a good home-cooked meal. The problem is that while the smell fills my entire apartment, the actual chicken, or steaks, or whatever else they cook is about 10 feet above my kitchen and not being offered to me.

The first computer I remember was an Apple IIc, which while I am sure quite the high tech piece of equipment at the time, had far less computing power than my iPod. I learned to use computer on Apple computers and mostly on the Macintosh’s that we had through the years. Eventually I moved on to Windows-based PC’s with most of the rest of the world and have been happily there ever since. Windows can be a hastle sometimes to say the least, but it is certainly nice being able to build my own computers, and I have come to depend on Windows for certain things. I mention all this to lead into a bit of news that some of you may not yet know (or possibly care about). Apple recently moved to using Intel chips which are exactly the same as what Windows runs on. Beyond that, they are currently have a problem in Beta which sets up your Mac to dual boot Windows and Mac OSX. For the non-geeks out there, this is huge. It is actually even bigger than that, you can boot Windows, MacOSX and Linux all on the same computer. This particular state could be referred to as computer nerd heaven. While I can build my own desktop computers, the same can’t be said for laptops. Apple makes very pretty laptops, just in case any of you was wondering how you could repay me for all this witty bander.

Did I say Bullet List Tuesday? Should the day be referenced by when I started the post or when I end it? And for that matter should it just be when people are going to read, but then how do I account for time zones? So I better just call it “Bullet List Tuesday”. But then again I didn’t really end up using a bulleted list so I guess it is really just “Bullet List Tuesday”.

I had to know, and now I do.

Despite the general inclination of the populous, myself included, to have a desire to move away from such a state, there exist some advantages to living solo. For instance, no one really cares if I leave clothes lying all over the apartment, or if I have several bags of trash that wait weeks to actually make it to the dumpster, or if I don’t end up coming home from work until 12:30am, or I decide that I am going to sing the same eight measure of a musical over and over again for weeks on end or no other reason that I can.

Or, should I decide on whim that it will be taco night; there is no one to disagree with me that it is a fantastic idea. And when I go to the grocery store and find that taco shells are sold in groups of twelve and the smallest package of meat I can find is 1.25lb and I decide that such things were designed as a personal challenge to my eating ability and I subsequently decide to accept that challenge; there is no one immediately present to try and share that food or convince me that it is anything other than a brilliant idea.

The previous paragraph is not hypothetical. I did, in fact, fix myself twelve very large well-packed tacos last night. I really thought I could finish them. I really did, right up until I finished the tenth taco, at which point I came to the realization that my micro-dream was not to be, at least not last night. So after 10 tacos, half a bag of shredded cheese, about little over a pound of beef, and a liter of coke, I had to stop, but it wasn’t a failure. I had to know, and now I do.