- I had to rebuild my desktop rig with Vista 64-bit (don’t ask), and after the umpteenth time of re-synchronizing all my work across two computers and four hard drives, I decided to finally put all my work on Google Docs. With Google Gears, there’s always an updated copy on your hard drive locally, so you can work on your stuff even when the Intertubes crash (or your satellite connection is flaky because a gnat farted in front of the dish.) With all the stuff I have on Google (including my email, which has been exclusively Gmail for a few years now), I’ll be royally hosed when Google decides to flick the switch and go Evil.
- This morning, I got Quinn dressed, and declared that several weeks of accident-free potty use warranted the issue of Thomas the Tank Engine underpants. He was so delighted, you’d think I had declared that we’ll eat nothing but candy for the rest of the month.
- Those of you who get the Blue Press, check out pages 60 and 61 of the December issue. I have an article in there titled “In Defense of the Revolver”. (H/T to Gewehr98 for tipping me off that the December issue is out already.) Here’s an online version, for those of you who don’t get the paper issue of TBP.
- The new beta of Windows Live Writer is a bit slow and wobbly. The old version worked really well, so I have no idea what they “improved”, but it’s slow to start up, and slow to publish and save stuff. I’d happily use the old and un-fucked-with version, but that one’s no longer available for download, of course. Maybe it’s just my machine, or a peculiarity of 64-bit Vista, but I’ll be looking for a new offline client if they don’t fix that soon.
- I’m really ecstatic about the end of the election season. No more robocalls, no more canvassers rousing the dogs and in turn waking up the kids from their naps, no more sign forests by the side of the road. Back to our lives in progress.
- A 120GB iPod Classic makes a dandy portable USB hard drive for backups and file transfers, in addition to making a handy music and movie player with stupid-long battery life. How did we ever live without the ability to carry our entire media collection around with us? (Well, I could carry all the CDs and DVDs physically, but that would be a very tall backpack full. Technology is awesome.)
- I can’t decide whether Snickers is the Best Candy Bar Evar!, or whether that title belongs to Mars. (Others are not in the race, sorry. Don’t start trying to sell me on 100 Grand, or that Payday abomination. And Butterfinger is so damn rich, it ought to be redistributed.)
- I have the feeling that my dogs only love me for my ability to purchase and dispense Mutt Chow.
- I hate my Work In Progress, and I feel like a no-talent hack. This is normal for the middle of the novel, and it will pass as it’s slowly replaced by the excitement of being almost done with the thing.
That’s enough cat-waxing for now, I suppose. Back to work, for there is lots to be done.