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Analyticals

Do you love to take things apart, just to see how they work? Do you love Su Doku? Do you excel at math-based games like RISK and Dungeons & Dragons? Do you feel the need to dissect, analyze, and optimize every aspect of your life?

Chances are, you’ve got an analytical personality.

Analyticals used to get proper respect. We had our own section of the GRE, and everything. But then a few years ago, things like study and fact-based results went out of style and everything became PR. “Truth” became abstract, and they didn’t have use for us analyticals out there.

But we’re still out there, behind you on line for coffee, next to you at the movie theater, maybe even in bed with you, making our little mental lists and checking them twice, weighing and judging everything and everyone against some vague and ever-shifting meta-criteria.

We also make top ten lists. Here for you is one such:

My Top Ten Favorite Albums

Again, this is ‘favorite’, not best ever made. Some titles might overlap both lists, but ‘favorite’ is far more personal, whereas ‘best ever made’ is a cold and calculating place.

To keep it fair, no artist or group can be in the list twice. Let’s not get ridiculous. So I went through all my CD’s, and Made a list of 30 contenders. Let’s make them fight it out, shall we?

In no particular order:

1. Extraordinary Machine – Fiona Apple
See previous rant. Keep.

2. Operation Mindcrime – Queensryche
Rock Opera. Attack on the 80’s political Right. Love story. Who killed Mary?

Let’s just pretend 2006’s Operation Mindcrime II didn’t happen, okay? Keep.

3. Physical Graffiti – Led Zeppelin
I once knew this guy named Alex, who told me, “When you get sick to fucking death of all your CD’s and think you would rather poke your eyes out than listen to any one of them again, go back to Physical Graffiti.”

Ain’t that the truth. Keep.

4. Boys for Pele – Tori Amos
Took a long time to decide on this one. I had a serious Tori phase that lasted years. Under the Pink was the one that got me into her. But then my at-the-time girlfriend came to terms with her rape because of Little Earthquakes. I settle on Pele because of my enormous respect for Tori’s devotion to the craft of making music.

Tori came one the scene with a glam metal album (Y Kant Tori Read), then dropped off the Earth and returned with a “just me and my piano” thing (Little Earthquakes), which she perfected soon after (Under the Pink). Then she said “okay, I’ve done the piano thing to death. I’m switching to the pipe organ. Like it or lump it.” and made Pele. That was ballsy. A shift that dramatic is what separates musicians and artists. Respect.

Her next album was a dance album (From the Choirgirl Hotel), which was ballsy, too, but it’s not as good. She’s been in a slump ever since, though. I think her art came from angst, and she used it all up after Choirgirl. Still, this kind of risk-taking is what separates the good from the great. As Wayne Campbell put it: “Led Zeppelin didn’t write songs that everyone liked. They Left that to the Bee Gees.”

Word.

Keep.

5. Audioslave – Audioslave
Proof that superbands CAN work.

Remember how awesome the Battle for Los Angeles and Superunknown were? And remember how bummed you were that Rage and Soundgarden broke up? And how you almost crapped yourself when you thought of Tom Morello and Chris Cornell collaborating? And when it looked like the band broke up before releasing their first album, but all the songs were leaked to the internet and everyone loved them so much that the band took note and got back together and have been rocking the fuck out of people ever since?

That was cool.

Keep.

6. Licensed to Ill – Beastie Boys
I have such a love/hate relationship with this album. Always did. I hated rap and loved this album. WTF? Cut.

7. Chronicle – Creedence Clearwater Revival.
Sorry, Suzie Q. Cut.

8. Kick – INXS
Hallucinate. Desegregate. Meditate. Alleviate. Try not to hate. Love your mate. Don’t suffocate on your own hate. Designate your love as fate. A one world state As human freight. The number eight. A white black state. A gentle trait. The broken crate. A heavy weight. Or just too late. Like pretty Kate has sex ornate… Argh.

Cut.

9. Throwing Copper – Live
This is a really good fucking album. Cut.

10. Wiseblood – King Swamp
Yeah, I know you never heard of them. They had their 15 minutes on MTV, but I think I’m the only person in the world that actually liked them. Still, Wiseblood is a seriously good album. Competition, however, is fierce. Cut.

11. Antichrist Superstar – Marilyn Manson
I wasn’t born with enough middle fingers? Awesome. Still, there’s better out there. Cut.

12. Ten – Pearl Jam
Nothing will ever knock this out of the Top Ten.

13. Pretty Hate Machine – NiN
Ever have sex to this album? If not, I highly recommend it. Keep.

14. The Divine Comedy – Milla Jovovich
Yeah, she used to be a musician. Who knew? Keep.

15. Master of Puppets – Metallica
MoP? Aw, Hell! I’m puttin’ that shit on right the fuck now! Keep.

16. Thirteenth Step – A Perfect Circle
Ugh! Can’t… keep… everything..! Cut.

17. Battle for Los Angeles – Rage Against the Machine
I think “rapcore” born and died with this band. It was a new sound, never equalled since. The problem was, Zak de la Rocha was too political, while Tom Morello and the others were just like, “chill dude, we just wanna play music.” Plus, I’ve got Audioslave on the list. Cut.

18. When I Woke – Rusted Root
I was really into this album in college, when my childhood friend who learned to ski with me, Mark, was killed in an avalanche in Alaska while skiing. Apparently, it was his favorite band, and his uncle played “Back to the Earth” at his funeral. It hit me like a ton of bricks, and that song still makes me think of him. Keep.

19. Sounds of Silence – Simon & Garfunkel
I wonder what it was like in the 60’s, listening to this album for the first time. Gorgeous music. Keep.

20. Gish – Smashing Pumpkins
“I Am One.” Billy Corgan at his best. Cut.

21. Ten summoners Tales – Sting
How did this get on the list? Cut.

22. Core – Stone Temple Pilots
This would be top ten, if they didn’t plagairize the whole thing. Cut.

23. Reading, Writing & Arithmetic – The Sundays
Hmm. Sweet, but cut.

24. Undertow – Tool
You bet your sweet ass I’m keeping that. “Intolerance” makes me think of my brother. How fucked up is that?

25. The Crow – Soundtrack
Can you find a song on this album that’s not awesome? I didn’t think so. Keep.

26. The Matrix – Soundtrack
Really, really, REALLY good. But the Crow is better, and I don’t want this to be all showtunes. Cut.

27. Bigger, Longer, & Uncut – Soundtrack
Same here. This is already in my list of favorite movies. Why double-dip? Cut.

28. Tocatta & Fuge – Johann Sebastian Bach
Does this even count? Cut.

29. Unnamed – Beatles
I don’t have a favorite Beatles album. Is that some kind of crime? For some reason, the Beatles are just one big lump of music to me. No album really distinguishes itself. Cut.

30. Pure Rock Fury – Clutch
How did I just get into Clutch recently? The mind boggles. But since I got their whole catalogue all at once, I can’t tell the albums apart. Cut.

What’s Left? The Unlucky Number

1. Extraordinary Machine – Fiona Apple
Keep.

2. Operation Mindcrime – Queensryche
Keep.

3. Physical Graffiti – Led Zeppelin
Keep.

4. Boys for Pele – Tori Amos
Keep.

5. Audioslave – Audioslave
Sorry, guys. You gave a good fight.

6. Ten – Pearl Jam
Keep.

7. Pretty Hate Machine – NiN
Keep.

8. The Divine Comedy – Milla Jovovich
Ah, Milla, why did you leave music? Sigh.

The 5th Element sucked. Cut.

9. Master of Puppets – Metallica
Keep.

10. When I Woke – Rusted Root
It’s very strength is its weakness. Who wants to be sad all the time? Cut.

11. Sounds of Silence – Simon & Garfunkel
Keep.

12. Undertow – Tool
Keep.

13. The Crow – Soundtrack
Keep.

Final Tally

In order of preference, one being the best:

01. Ten – Pearl Jam

02. Physical Graffiti – Led Zeppelin

03. Master of Puppets – Metallica

04. Undertow – Tool

05. The Crow – Soundtrack

06. Boys for Pele – Tori Amos

07. Extraordinary Machine – Fiona Apple

08. Pretty Hate Machine – NiN

09. Sounds of Silence – Simon & Garfunkel

10. Operation Mindcrime – Queensryche

Posted on June 5, 2006 at 10:58 pm by PeatB
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I love owning stuff, and my music collection has been a source of continuing pride for me since I got my first job when I was 16 and had enough disposable income to start buying music regularly.

Back then it was cassettes. I had a million of ’em. I had a cassette deck in my car, a Sony Walkman, and a dual-cassette boom box in my bedroom that I would also take to the park, beach, etc.

Not long after that, the CD player started to become affordable to the middle class, but it wasn’t really affordable to ME. The portable CD player was still a ways off, and installing one in your car was deadly expensive to a guy working in a grocery store. As a result, I stuck with tapes a LOT longer than I should have, and it bit me in the ass.

I finally bought a CD player in college, sometime in the 92-93 term, and was suddenly faced with the fact that I had like 2 CD’s and a million tapes (many of which had been played so many times you could vaguely hear side 2 backwards while playing side one).

My friend the Pickytarian gave me a piece of advice at the time, having beaten me to the CD revolution by a good 3 years. He said, “You have to COMMIT to CD’s. I know tapes are still cheaper, but you have to make a promise to yourself to NEVER buy one again. The music you listen to the most is your NEW music anyway, so if you stay committed, and replace the tapes you love with CD’s as they wear out, the problem will eventually correct itself.”

That was VERY good advice, and I use that wisdom in my life to this day. ALWAYS embrace new tech as early as possible, and don’t look back when you know something is obsolete.

Still, I spent YEARS catching up, eventually amassing a collossal CD collection I was extremely proud of.

Then came the MP3 player.

I was determined not to screw myself again, and bought a phone with about 11 hours of music space on it. Sadly, I was burned, because the Nokia 3300 musicphone was a piece of crap, and a huge, expensive disappointment.

So I stuck with CD’s a while longer, until Dani got an iPod for her birthday in 2004. The Pickytarian, already ahead of me and an iPod convert, again said something insightful that day.

“I give you t-minus 60 days before you crack and buy an iPod, too,” he said.

Actually, it took a good 4 months, but some of that was just spite. How dare people presume to know me?!?

Anyway, I bought the 20GB iPod, and I swear to you, it was a life-changing device. Once I had it, I committed to it, ripping CD after CD into MP3’s. Soon after, I had every CD I gave a damn about on the iPod, literally HUNDREDS, and it was barely half full.

Imagine that. I listen to a LOT of music, and the majority of that is out of the house, on the subway, walking around town, in the park, at my desk at work, etc. Before the iPod, I could hold about 11 CD’s on my phone, which crashed all the fucking time. But 11 CD’s was still better than 1, which was all my discman could handle at a time. I had to carry a little book of CD’s everywhere. And that still beat the shit out of cassettes and a walkman.

Now, on a device that fit in my pocket, I could find whatever music I was in the mood for, in seconds, without having to plan in advance. I could put all the music I loved on random, too, or make playlists. Like I said, for a music lover, it is life-changing and liberating in a way I cannot fully explain.

I also have my apartment networked, so I can access that music from terminals in every room. 2 computers, 2 TV’s, and both Dani’s and my iPods (which can dock anywhere). Why go dig up a CD when I can just turn on the TV and access it directly through the surround-sound?

But that wasn’t what broke me from CD’s. I still loved them, and like you, wanted the liner notes, art, lyrics, etc. I also liked having them on my shelf, because they are a great conversation piece and encourage the exchange of music between friends, which I am strongly in favor of. I’m not one for downloading music from massive filesharing groups, which I consider stealing, but I’ll swap with my friends all day.

But more and more over the last year or so, I found that swap in the form of portable flash drives and data CD’s filled with MP3’s, and not actual CD’s. Coupled with my purchasing new music directly off iTunes, there was really very little need for me to bother going to the store.

The real kicker was when the Pickytarian came over the other day with a portable hard drive, and we swapped our enire music collections. After removing the dupes, that was 40 fricken’ GB of music! That’s like 725 new CD’s in one day.

With so much of my current music in digital format only, I started to question the need for physical CD’s at all. I bought the new Fiona Apple CD on iTunes, and lo and behold, the CD booklet came as a .pdf file with the purchase!

And REALLY. If you’re looking for pictures of the band, art, credits and lyrics, you can find all those things (and a crapload more) faster on Google than you can by getting up and finding the CD booklet. You can even look at the iTunes or Windows Media Player console on someone’s computer and see what music they love the most by sorting music or albums by # of times played.

Digital music is the future, and barring Terminator-style war between humans and the technology we created, that’s not going to change. If you have the means or opportunity to get an MP3 player, I highly recommend it.

Posted on May 7, 2006 at 11:52 am by PeatB
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It’s no secret that the water in Brooklyn tastes like crap. Especially when you live in an 80-year-old building like I do. Rust from ancient pipes, chlorine, pollution, stank, our water has it all.

Or does it? A lot of people will tell you that’s all just a myth. That the water from US taps is just as clean as what you get out of the Poland Spring bottle. That bad tap water is a lie propagated by water companies. Coke sells its own water. I think it’s called Dasani. Why sell soda when you can sell water for the same price and save yourself the trouble of adding carbonation and syrup? All you need for marketing is to play to a myth that everyone sort-of believes already.

Penn and Teller did a whole Bull$#!t episode about the water lie, and those guys are usually spot on.

But why take chances? When I first moved into my apartment, I bought one of those Brita filters, and never looked back. I drink a lot of water, so I always kept it full in the refrigerator. If I was making pasta or something, I’d use tap, but neither me nor my cat ever drank anything unfiltered.

When Dani moved in, she brought a filter with her. It was an ugly thing that attached directly to the kitchen tap and bolted onto the wall. It was hideous, and the filtered water came out in a slow trickle, but hey, it couldn’t hurt, right?

Sometimes I even filled the Brita with water from that filter. Super-ultra-double-filtration, baby!

But when we remodeled the kitchen, I decided that an ugly filter on the wall was a no-no, and the Brita was a waste. I insisted on one of those refrigerators that makes ice and gives water. I had to find a special one to fit through our narrow doorway, and it cost 50% more than a regular fridge, but I said “fuck it”. I’ve always wanted one of those, ever since I was a kid. Having your refigerator make all your ice and give you water? That’s how KINGS live.

So the fridge now had its own filtration system for the ice and water, but I still wasn’t satisfied. We were breaking the bank to remodel, so why not be bold? I had the contractors put a filter under the sink, too.

I was so excited, in a lame married loser homebody sort of way, when the contractor showed me the new filter. “This filter is for a whole house,” he said, “and lasts for three months. For you guys, you can leave it in for a year. There’s a little remote alarm you stick on your fridge, which will bling every three months to remind you, or to tell you if there’s a leak.” He turned the faucet on, and ZOW! Full force filtered water, biotch!

The fridge gives water pretty slow. I tired of that shit right away. I wouldn’t trade the icemaker for the world, but the water dispenser couldn’t compete with the new kitchen faucet.

I used that shit for EVERYTHING. Dishes? Wash ’em with filterd water for that extra shine. Pasta? Boil that shit in pure filtered water. Whether I was rinsing lettuce, giving the cat a drink, or washing an apple, it was crisp, clean filtered only from then on.

Oh, and Dani and I drank about 1,000 gallons of it. The filter was good for 15,000 gallons, so no worries. Dani said it didn’t taste any different than usual nasty NYC water, but I was like, “Bah, you have no subtlety in your taste.”

Every three months the little light blinked, and I reset it and ignored it. Two people don’t draw as much water from one faucet as a whole house does in 3 months.

It went off this week, though, and it’s been about a year, so I said WTF and opened up the filter to change the cartridge.

First piece of advice. It’s not enough to turn off the faucet. You should really turn off the water valve before working on your pipes. Any asshole knows that, right?

So, soaking wet, I open up the filter, and sure enough, the filter in the casing is soggy, nasty, and disintegrated. I dump it out, only to see that it’s not a filter at all.

It’s the instruction book for the filter.

There was never a filter in there. The contractors must have installed it assuming that it came with one inside. Dani and I have been filtering all our water over the last year through black ink and soggy, 60# uncoated, saddle-stitched text.

Delicious.

I’ve since installed a real filter. And sure enough, the water tastes noticably better. I wonder how long it will be before I can have a drink of water without feeling like an ass?

Maybe when I change the filter next year…

Posted on April 29, 2006 at 9:08 am by PeatB
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It’s a cold and rainy Sunday morning in Brooklyn. I’ve spent the last thirty minutes using the laser pointer to send Jinx scurrying all over the library rug. I’ve got a mug of chocolate chai tea, and Iron & Wine on the iPod. My side hurts, but I’m just going to ignore it today.

I love the library. It’s my favorite room in the house. So peaceful and inviting and cozy. It’s the cats’ favorite room, too. No TV, just all my comics and books and toys and swords. Back when I lived with Cobie, it was his bedroom, but once he moved out and Dani moved in, it became a blank, 20 x 13 canvas.

At first, we filled it with random shit: The spare futon, my old desk, some ikea furniture. It was a nice retreat, but it was still ugly as sin, and kind of ghetto, but we were renting, so whatever.

Once we decided to buy the place, Dani and I started going to Gothic Cabinet & Craft for nicer furniture. It was still relatively inexpensive, but a big step up from shitty, build-it-yourself Ikea. We picked the pieces unstained, and then had them stained all the same color. It was an ENORMOUS help in getting matching pieces without hunting the world over.At that point, the library looked like this:

We bought the place in August of 2003, and that December, I started remodeling work in earnest. We couldn’t afford to do it all at once. We had spent nearly every penny we had on the down payment and closing fees, and at the time, I wasn’t very savvy about home equity loans and whatnot.

So we decided to do one room at a time, as funds and time allowed. I had a lot of unused vacation time, and am moderately handy, and I was excited to work on something that was MINE. I bought the Home Depot Home Improvement 1-2-3 book, did some reading on painting and wiring and the like, and decided I could do it. I took a week off in December of that year to try my hand.

Little did I know my wife had secretly submitted me to be on Queer Eye for the Straight Guy. More on that later.

Since the library was the room least essential to our day-to-day, I decided to do it first. I went to the Benjamin Moore site and used their Paint Colorizer tool to pick colors. If you’re not familiar with the tool, and interested in painting a room or house one day, I HIGHLY recommend it. You can choose from a number of stock room photos, and then digitally add in any of the thousands of BM colors. You can experiment with combining different colors for the ceiling, walls, trim, highlights, hallway, etc.

Since the library was where I kept all my fantasy books, and already had dark mahogany stained furniture, I decided I wanted a forest theme to the color scheme. The Paint Colorizer really allowed me to experiment with bold colors, and ignore the dozen or so people who told me that “You can’t use dark colors on your walls, it will make the room look small”.

Those people are full of shit. That’s an old wives’ tale.

I chose a dark forest green for the walls, with a russet brown for the trim (Historical Green and Sweet Rosy brown, by BM terminology). It matched the furniture perfectly, and even matched the green corduroy futon that Dani brought when she moved in. The ceiling I did in a very light tan, to add a little brighness and reflect the ceiling light fixture. The color was called “Lambskin”, which still makes me think of condoms.

I spent the first day of my ‘vacation’ hauling everything out of there, and going to hardware stores with my dad. We taped plastic over the floor and ripped out all the ancient two-prong electrical outlets and fire-hazard light fixture, had the windows and screens professionally replaced, fixed the heaters, drilled holes to run internet cables, repaired the latches and handles on the closets, and then attacked all the cracks in the walls. I was determined to do the job once, and do it perfectly. My dad had a sinus infection, and dropped out after the first day. I was scared to be on my own, but I had my book, and it’s not like it was brain surgery. I spent two more days widening cracks in the plaster to fit spackle, sanding, then doing it all over again. Cobie had put glow in the dark sickers all over the ceiling. Those motherfuckers were a bitch to get off. Either they took the paint and a chunk of plaster with them, or they left sticky glue that gummed up the sander and stained through the primer.

It was in this period when I got a call from the Queer Eye people, asking me to come in for an interview. I was shocked, not having applied. I dimly remembered Dani asking if she could put my name in months before, but I had no idea she actually DID it.

I was pretty disgusting at the time. I had grown a thick beard, and my hair had spackle dust embedded in it even after I lathered, rinsed, and repeated. I decided to go with that, and went in to the interview in my remodeling clothes.

They did a taped interview of me. The show would be to fix me up, fix the apartment up, and do something for our upcoming wedding in 2004. I was trying to find the right balance between good, likable guy, and insensitive male, but I was mostly just honest. I never watched the show. My apartment looked like shit, my fiancee hated it, and I didn’t give a damn what the flowers at our wedding looked like. I was practical middle class. Dani was an Uptown Girl. But I loved her like the summer solstice day was long, and wanted her to be happy.

I also showed them pictures of our ugly apartment, which went a long way. We have high ceilings, arched entrances, and hardwood floors. The apartment was upscale when the complex was built in 1939 or whatever. Beautiful trim, hidden under countless coats of cheap paint. Crappy plastic blinds on the few windows with any treatment at all. Lots of potential for a gay man with a taste for decorating.

They said they’d call me, and I left figuring that was that.

Back home, I sanded and primed and taped and started painting. The actual painting didn’t take too long. It’s the spackling, sanding, and taping that takes FUCKING FOREVER. When that was done, I put in the new three prong outlets and fancy new light fixture. I bought blinds to match the trim (not easy to find maroon blinds, I might add).

The finished product looks like this:

Oh, and let’s not forget the nerdiest gem of it all, my LOTR diorama:

So right after the room was finished, I got another call from Queer Eye. They wanted to come see the apartment and interview me and Dani. A couple of interns came over and filmed us, verfiying that the apartment was indeed shitty but with great potential. We talked a long while, and they seemed very nice.

Then I showed them the library, warning them that I had just remodeled it. Both of them were stunned. The girl said, “This is like the hidden treasure room!”

They told me that they needed a ‘control room’ for the show, where the crew put all their shit, and said that would need to be the room, since it was so out of character with the rest of the house, and there was no way they could improve it anyway. Then they left.

I got a call soon after saying that there were several producers interested in our case, but they were going to pass. The girl was nice, and said that the producers often have their own ideas about what they want the show to be, and go looking for someone to fit that vision, not to find a vision.

But I always wonder if it was the library that broke the deal. The room says so very much about who I am and what I love that ignoring it would be to ignore most of the things that make me me. What producer would pass up the chance to have the Queer Eye guys laugh about all my comics and toys? Not a good one.

Plus, if I do say so myself, the room is proof that I can decorate on a budget as well as any ass on Bravo.

Maybe I was just a little too gay for the Queer Eye guys, which is just as well. One by one, I poured just as much love into the other rooms of the house, and I wouldn’t change a damn thing.

Posted on April 23, 2006 at 11:10 am by PeatB
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My new iPaq 6515 Personal PC/phone fucking rocks. It runs Windows, is made by HP (just like my home computer), and has MS Office and Windows Media Player built in. It can do anything my old PDA, Phone, and iPod can do, plus a shitload more. I write every day on the mini keyboard, send e-mail, manage all my appointments and adresses, and fry my enemies’ asses with the phaser. The only downside is that it has dick for storage space. Like 12MB built in.

But it accepts memory cards, so I took the 512MB SD card from my old phone and bought a 1GB Mini SD as well, and now have 1.5GB for music and video. Not a lot compared to my 20GB iPod, I grant, but still a considerable amount of content. Certainly enough to get you through a week or so without hearing the same thing twice.

I also just discovered that I can sync it to playlists in Windows Media Player on my PC, and now I have a wide selection of music, videos, and, of course, porn, to listen to/watch.

The only drawback is that I am now forced to actively maintain TWO media players, WMP and iTunes, in order to manage content to my two devices. I also can’t use any of the iTunes videos I’ve bought for Dani’s iPod video, because the software is proprietary. I think you can convert them with Quicktime Pro, but I’m not sure. I need to do the research one day.

Sometimes I wish Microsoft would just defeat Apple and have a monopoly. It would lead to corruption and abuse, but at least everything would be compatible. Barring a monopoly, the two companies could, at the very least, work together a little better to serve their end-users. The pie is big enough for everyone to have a slice. This war is a perfect illustration of the limitations of capitalism. Non-compatible software, like the US’ rejection of the metric system, holds us all back.

There isn’t even really a way to commit to one or the other. Nothing Microsoft offers has the storage space of the iPod, nor the audio/video selection of iTunes. But 99% of the office computers in the world are PC, so having a Mac at home would just cause problems for me at work, and vice versa. Plus, Macs suck in general. One button mice? Hate ’em.

Feh.

Anyway, I love my phone. I think it needs a name. I named my new PC Celestia, which is the home of Celladune, the goddess of Love in my series of Aris novels. (I named her Celladune because there was once a random study of the English language that said the most beautiful sounding words were “cellar door”.)

I could name the iPaq Celladune, I guess, since she lives in Celestia when synching. Or Tara, who is the most prominent priestess of Celladune in my books, since the phone drinks of Celestia’s power and then goes out in the world to share it. I can’t decide.

But whatever. No one cares about shit like that but me.

There’s a new version of the iPaq coming out any day now with Windows Mobile 5, which is supposedly way better than 3 point whatever, which is what I have. It’s frustrating, because there’s no way to upgrade. But if you’re tempted to buy an iPaq after reading this, make sure yours runs 5.0. In the meantime, though, I ain’t got any complaints.

Well, other than stuff I listed above.

Oh, and about the rest of the world. That place is fucked.

Posted on March 12, 2006 at 12:37 pm by PeatB
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