This made the rounds a week or two ago: a Google map hack of DC/Baltimore homicides. 2007, 2006, and 2005. Sobering.
Well, InstaStormTrackerDopplerFirstWarningChopperOne weather (the Most Powerful In Maryland tm) alerts crawled across our TV screens last night warning us of something on the horizon, but after checking three different weathermen, the paper, and the gub’mint’s website, nobody would commit to anything: the amount of self-promotional technology flogging is an inverse corrolary to the forecasting they actually do. We heard a lot of “well, we could get three to six inches of fresh snow, but it’s probably going to be freezing rain.” That forecast is about as useful as a sucking chest wound, asshole. What I’d appreciate is for you to commit to something so that I know for sure whether to join the mob at the safeway looting TP, milk, and Ho-Hos.
Honestly, I wasn’t expecting any real snowfall this year, based on the schizophrenic weather we’ve had to date, but we seem to be getting some accumulation on the ground this morning, and they claim it’s not stopping until tomorrow.
Note to the developer I met with yesterday: If you see me opening a MacBook Pro in front of you to give a presentation to our client, it’s probably not a wise move to start in on an anti-Apple diatribe full of wild inaccuracies and total bullshit.
via kottke, here are a dozen tax-saving tips for the self-employed. We’re meeting with our tax pro this week, and some of these questions were already on our list.
I’m sorry for the extended absence; between a nasty stomach virus (the 8-20 day kind) and a healthy pile of work, I was a pretty quiet boy last week. I’m pressed for time this morning, so any update is going to have to wait until this afternoon, unfortunately.
I leave you here with a picture of my father-in-law’s new posessions: a stack of airplane magazines from the late 30’s, featuring vivid color covers, bare-knuckled serial tales of air pirates, dogfights, and adventure, balsa wood kit plans, and grainy pictures of exotic airplanes. Simply beautiful.
I’ve got some kind of stomach bug, something I’ve had since Superbowl Sunday, which means the only people writing anything here have been comment spammers. I have an appointment to see the doctor tomorrow, which is the only thing I like less than being sick. Hopefully the burbling in my gut can be treated with something mild and cherry-flavored.
Sad news from Mobtown: Historic Senator Theatre to be sold at auction. “Tom Kiefaber, the Senator’s owner, acknowledged yesterday that he is $90,000 in arrears on a $1.2 million mortgage he took out on the 900-seat theater five years ago.”
I’m as guilty as anyone else for not having seen a movie up there in years. This is awful news.
After rising at the ass-crack of dawn, we drove to the City of Brotherly Freezing Love to attend an Adobe seminar on the CS 2-3 suite. We’re still working in earlier versions of Photoshop and Illustrator (after having been burned by Illustrator CS) and now that we’re both on Intel Macs, we decided it’s time to upgrade.
It is with a heavy heart that I bid my trusty iBook adieu; after about 50 emails from various flakes, kooks, scammers, hosers, hustlers, dorks, cheapskates and losers over the course of a month, I had one very nice gentleman email me this afternoon, make an appointment, keep it, pay me cash money, and leave with the merchandise this evening. Which means this MacBook Pro is almost 1/2 paid off.
(The previous guy that emailed asked me all kinds of questions about the input jacks that he obviously knew the answers to, mentioned GarageBand, and tried to get me to come down on the price because there’s no audio input on that model. Sorry, dude.)
So, sayonara, little guy; thanks for the memories. I’ll miss your portability but not your little screen. I’m certainly not missing your keyboard, although it’s taken me a full month to get used to this new one.