I am not to blame for putting forward, in the course of my work on

science, any general rule derived from a previous conclusion. [The Notebooks of Leonardo Da Vinci]

Senator, the facts speak for themselves.

Moving on

Saved was excellent. A dash of The Opposite of Sex and Election, and mucho bearable triteness.

The week has been ridiculously long. Find place, help Yulia & Jeanne move, move myself, clean old place... yeesh.

Do check out the moblog on the right. If you have a camera phone, it's a good place to put your pics easily. (Especially if you can take advantage of your phone provider's free data. ;)

Potter tickets were bought months ago. The evening seems to be planned out.

Now if I can just figure out a scheme to have reliable internet here that isn't hare brained.

Medium Lobster is the new homestarrunner.

Where else will you find in rapid succession, an interview with "An Enormous Pumpkin" and Jesus.

OS X is Pissing Me Off

50Gbs dedicated to OS X. 1Gb Ram. 1Ghz Processor.

I am running Safari, Mail, Shiira, iTerm, iChat, Addressbook, NetNewsWire, Word, Activity Monitor, and TextEdit, System Preferences, and of course Finder.

It is true that I only have 2 or 3 gigs free on my OS X boot partition, and I understand that this will inevitably lead to the "Your hard disk has no more space available for application memory" message.

But it shouldn't.

Ok. I'm going to stop complaining now and start deleting MP3s.

Sigh.
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ok. rebooted. The system is feeling much better.

Using OS X is dealing with a relationship.