Plaidophile

A photo journey of the transubstantiation of the useless to the functional:

Argh, if I'd waited a couple more weeks to order my Mac Mini, I could have gotten it with a DVD-RW drive and more base RAM for the same price.

Not that it matters much, since I don't really have much need for a DVD burner, and the base RAM would still not be enough for me (so I'd still have to replace it with a 1GB DIMM — the mini only has a single RAM slot), but it's the principle of the matter. :P (Or alternatively I could have gotten the same configuration as I ended up with for $100 less.)

Maybe I should have paid more attention to the rumors that the mini was about to get an upgrade. Oh well.

UPDATE: I called Apple Sales Support, and they refunded me the difference. Woo! (The CSR had to fight tooth and nail for it, though; apparently her manager was insistent on giving me the refund based on the normal price, not based on the EPP discount that I originally bought it under. Although it's annoying that the CSR had to fight for it, the fact that she did — without me having to go through a lot of grief — makes me proud to be an Apple customer. I can't imagine anyone at Dell doing that.)

Wait, no, I meant it's driving.

Today, Kevin (my team lead) went to Ikea at lunchtime to pick up some furniture. I wanted to go along with him to have lunch at their cafeteria, but I couldn't since being on-call means needing to always be within 15 minutes of Internet access.

So when Kevin came back, he brought me a present: a big ol' bag of frozen swedish meatballs. :)

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Something new is on its way.

Does anyone have any good resources for learning foreign languages? There's an awful lot of Canadians here and I feel like I should learn the language they speak to me so I can understand them better.

6.0/768 via Speakeasy. Woo.

And now I can finally head to work, now that the Covad guy is done installing.

That would have to be the most redundant label I've ever seen on a food package, even moreso than "Warning: contains nuts" on a can of peanuts.

I wonder what byzantine FDA regulations led to the creation of that descriptor.

(It was on a bottle of Minute Maid Tropical Citrus fruit punch.)

Last night I made some spiral pasta dressed with olive oil, toasted pine nuts, shiitake mushrooms sautéed in garlic and olive oil, basil, and oregano. I put the leftovers in the fridge, and just now I added a light drizzle of some amazing balsamic vinegar (Napoleon brand, which is definitely the nicest balsamic vinegar I've ever had, though I've never been insane enough to spend more than $15 on a bottle), and it's quite good.

I just thought I'd share.

I was trying to find my way to Peter Jackson's gaming party somewhere in the middle of nowhere near El Paso, TX. Because the people I was with were being totally unhelpful, I decided to try to find my own way instead.

I was running through some random corn field when I met Cherry.