Not entirely too terrible for the morning after. But not really. We actually sort of played semi-decently. Except for that part where we didn’t quite perfect this whole scoring first thing. Four times in the game, they nabbed a lead by a goal. Three of them, we sort of staggered our way back to tie it up. Then well, we missed, they didn’t, game over.
Prediction: Playoff run? Yeah, call it over. Right now. When’s baseball again?
Someone thought it’d be wicked fun to have a hockey game while I was over at the parentals’. Someone thought it’d be hillarious to do so and have it broadcast solely on LeafsTV. End result? I missed an ass kicking. Now, if only we could do this kinda thing more consistently. Oh, and, yeah. thanks for the final update, Shane. Now if I could just track down a replay. Oh nevermind. I’m lazy.
I think I slept through this game. I think it was a good thing. I think I took way too damn long to post about it. I think I think too damn much. Here, have a summary.
When I try a quick and dirty hack to convince you to send mail through an alternate port, that would be the time for you to decide to send the offending email. Not after the account has been appropriately whiped from the system, and then subsequently reentered. And certainly not after we’ve been dicking with it for nearly 3 hours, not counting time to take a break in order to avoid throwing the offending piece of hardware through the nearest window. Thank you for wasting my time.
No love,
The geek
PS: Hey, Primus? Not cool with the blocking of port 25. Seriously. Let’s try not doing that, shall we? You’re breaking things more than they need to be at the moment. And some of these things don’t take much as it is. Also no love from the geek.
Whatever it is you’re planning and whoever it involves, here’s hoping it all ends up a whole new kind of special. Whether it involves a larger than life party, or just an evening killing time, do it with a sjile today. And something alcoholic. But at least the smile. And for the love of chese, don’t do anything mock-worthy until boxing day. I don’t have time today to write about it.
the last couple days have been, well, oh my god busy in the extreme. Hence the lack of anything vaguely resembling a post in that time. Yeah, that includes hockey posts–but oh well. In really quick, list format. because I’ve only got a couple minutes and then it’s off to see the wizard. Or rather, collect my fiance. Whichever.
That’s me this week. So how’s your holiday going?
A few months ago, I dared to predict Apple would be slowly herding developers and users to their new app store for the mac in place of the ability to download apps of their choice from other sources. One such other source, which is currently accessible on Mac OSX, is apple’s software download website–that site, effective in two weeks when the app store launches, officially dies a horrible, bloody death. Or, gets redirected to the app store. whichever you prefer. Someone going by the name Myron Byron left me a nice little comment on that entry a few hours after it was posted.
Really? So providing a curated App Store means they’ll also *remove* the existing ability to install software that isn’t provided via that store?? That’s quite a stretch.
This isn’t the same situation as the iPhone/iPad, in which customers knew they were buying in to both a curated AND a locked-down store, and in which there has never been any other way to install apps. Do you honestly believe Apple would be willing to alienate their millions of existing Mac customers?
In fact, if you read the pc-mag link you included in your article you’ll see that Steve Jobs refers to the Mac App Store as the “best place to discover apps”. “Best” not “only.”
Steve Jobs may well be a control freak, but he’s not an idiot.
I responded to that comment, and he’s not been back to the site since.
Given Apple’s tendancy to classify installing an app when and how you want, if it just so happens that when and how you want may be outside of the app store, as voiding your warranty, no, I personally don’t think it’s much of a stretch at all. You’re right, though–Jobs is a control freak, not an idiot. So expect in another version or two after that for them to come up with another way to say “not recommended”.
It didn’t take that long.
Apple first announced the iPhone/iPad-style App Store for Macs at its “Back to the Mac” event when it gave the industry a peek at its next Mac OS version, dubbed OS X Lion. Apple has already made one feature of that upcoming OS available in the current version, FaceTime for Mac, and the App store will be the second. The intention of the Mac App Store is to make installing apps on the desktop as simple as it is on iPhones, iPod touches, and iPads. This includes easy discovery in a gallery with ratings and stats, a one-button install, and automatic updates.
Mac developers will still be able to make their programs available via download from their own or third-party Web sites, but it makes sense for them to rejigger the apps to fit with the new App Store, since this will deliver them the largest audience of Mac users. As with the iPhone/iPad store, the Mac store will give Apple more gatekeeper control over what’s allowed in, enforcing whatever restrictions they deem fit. It also means developers will hand over 30 percent of the purchase price to Apple.
Once again, I called it. As of January 6th, you will no longer actually own your mac any more than you actually own your iWhatever. You work faster than I thought, Apple. Awesome. But not really.
I grew up on country. That’s kind of no secret–my parents, several aunts and uncles, a few friends were all into the stuff. I’ve expanded my musical tastes beyond it, but I’ve always had a place for country music. If I hadn’t, though, I think hearing this group might make me rethink the idea. They don’t do a lot of the typical “he cheated on me/left me/hurt me/whatever” type music the older country’s known for. Most of their stuff could fall into categories of either party music, or easy listening. Of course, if you’re more used to the head banging metal type stuff this probably won’t do a hell of a lot to change your mind, but give it a listen anyway–what the hell else are you gonna do on a Tuesday morning? Here’s a sampling of their music, in Youtube format, for your consumption pleasure. You may not like it. I do, so have this. Readers of the RSS or LJ variety may need to click over to the actual site to see the video. Sorry–blame the technology.
Sugarland – “Come On, Get Higher”
Just when we thought Canadian content couldn’t suck any more than it did with Corner Gas, we get a special treat. From the folks who brought you that steaming pile comes this attempt at comedy.
Shooting begins in July on InSecurity, a 13-part “action comedy” about bumbling Canadian spies, producers said in Regina.
The series stars include relative newcomer Natalie Lisinska as a rookie agent; William deVry, from the soap opera The Bold and the Beautiful, as her boss; and well-known Quebec actor Remy Girard as a jaded veteran.
I accidentally saw a trailer for the show on Sunday night, and almost immediately wanted to change the channel. That’s after the preview–I’m scared to watch the show. Folks, I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. If we didn’t have Canadian content laws in place, people up here would actually be inclined to create a show on par with a CSI, or hell, even a Simpsons. Here’s the problem, though. Most Canadian shows, well, suck. Yes, I’m looking at you, Little Mosque On The Prairie. But even if they suck, the CRTC says they have to be played. So Corner Gas, Little Mosque, and now this sad attempt at something vaguely resembling a TV show get air time. And hey look, they all get plenty of airtime on CBC–no wonder I only watch that channel for Hockey Night in Canada.
We lose the Can Con laws, we get decent TV shows, kids. Keep the laws, we get crap–and it still gets airtime. Seems like a simple enough choice to me. So why have no Canadian governments dared bring up such sacreligiousness? Good question. Any political types care to weigh in with an explanation? Inquiring minds kind of wouldn’t mind knowing.
I slept through this game. I’m not shamed of it. We apparently fell over and died. Again. I didn’t even bother to catch the replay. Instead, I’ll just keep telling myself–only 33 games left.