New Powerbooks

Not much has changed stylistically, but they can drive the 30-inch apple display now. Apparently the keyboard backlighting is 10 times brighter, you can scroll using the trackpad (that seems like something you should be able to do with software on an older machine too), and they can automatically park the heads on your hard drive if you drop the machine.

I wish I were rich so I could afford to buy a new machine every time apple comes up with something new and cool.

I think I'll have to wait for the G5 powerbook. It shouldn't be too many more months.


There was this girl...

Four of us went out for lunch a few minutes ago, all dressed to the nines and with every woman's eyes following us up the road.

Just as we were about to turn the corner, this little blond piece of eye candy walked by and I just have to related the rant that went through the group.

Man, did you see that girl, she had her look honed!
She's the kind of girl who would marry you, spend all your money, and you'd just say "Fuck it, I can make more."

Good times.


my 20th post!

ok, this is pretty lame, but i figure it's a good excuse to take a break from grading P91.... ugh. nothing personal you guys, but this week's assignment sucks.

on that note, here's one of my favorite jokes ever (and clean at that!)

An Irishman is new to town, and naturally heads down to a pub near his new flat. Just five minutes in the place makes him decide to make it his new watering hole. Anyway, he wanders to the bar and orders 3 pints of Guinness. The barman happily serves him (waiting the proper 2 minutes) and watches as the Irishman drinks them at a normal rate one after the other.

The Irishman calls the barman over and orders another round of 3 pints. Politely the barman says "Look mate, I'll just get you one pint, watch your glass and when it gets low I'll pour the second one." The Irishman replies, "No thank you. You see, its a tradition my brothers and I have. We always used to drink together on a Friday afternoon. Now that we have all headed our separate ways, we always buy 3 pints at a time, as though we are drinking together. I can tell you that Sean and David are doing the same, wherever they are in the world too." Not being one to mess with Irish family tradition, the barman pulls the three pints.

Being a friendly chap and a regular at the pub, the Irishman is counted as one of the locals after just a few months. One Friday he heads into the bar on Friday afternoon as per usual, but orders only 2 pints! A hush fell over the whole pub, everyone wondering which brother's ship isn't returning to port.

The barman pours the pints, walks over and says, "I'm sorry for your loss, they are on the house." Confused the Irishman looks up, "Loss? What loss?"

The barman trying not to be rude explains himself. "Well, I remember what you said about your tradition with your brothers. Since you ordered only 2 pints I assumed that one of your brothers has died. I'm sorry." "No no no." says the Irishman, "Both me brothers are fine... I just quit drinking."