Wow, look at that. Fifteen years ago this week I started demoing the old exam room in preparation for a renovation; I think it was this same day Jen came in and told me she’d just gotten a positive result on a pregnancy test.
I’ve been using a cast-off MacBook Pro from work for email since before the pandemic; I have one good machine cobbled together from multiple out-of-service 2013 Retina models—this one has a drive from one machine, a replacement battery from another, and a screen from a third. It’s serviceable for what I’m doing on it, mainly email, photo selection/cataloguing, and other basics. But I’m stuck at OS 10.14 on this machine and I’d really like to upgrade to the latest version for security and modern features. It can’t talk to my iPad, which kind of sucks. It suffers from random 1-5 second freezes. There are some applications I can’t run anymore.
I think it’s time to upgrade my personal system here, given that the last truly new MacBook I bought was back in 2011, funded partially by the sale of my previous laptop. I’m looking at something ligher and slimmer (and cheaper) than a true MacBook Pro, which points at a MacBook Air: They’ve just updated the model to the new M2 chip and it goes head-to-head with the 13″ MBP with only a few minor omissions that I don’t care about at all. I’m waiting for a large expense report check to come in from work, and when that does, I’m going to pull the trigger.
It is truely horrific, yes? And in these instances, such as 9/11, I send checks to the Red Cross. I trust them to deliver.
So, if I’m reading this right, what you’re really saying is poor Georgia and Louisiana, but Mississippi be damned…
You might say this is a bad time for a bad joke, what with all those people suffering so horribly, but how else can we deal with such incomprehensible tragedy without irony and sarcasm?
Um, no, I’m talking about all the folks down there who got wiped out in the hurricane; I forgot to add Mississippi in the list. I honestly wouldn’t presume to be that callous and insensitive (hence my using the term Gulf Coast in the previous sentence).
And when did I ever put a moratorium on humor and sarcasm?
Miss Julie, if you’re going to be that picky, you forgot to mention Alabama.
No, I just don’t care about Alabama…