Dee-Rob

There’s an Apple application for the iPhone to update Wordpress-based weblogs. Never really like it.

But, I figured I had to try the Droid equivalent from Google’s market. I like it slightly better. We’ll have to see if that means anything by way of writing.

Doubt it.

Folks who know me, know that I teeter on the edge of messianic Apple fandom. I just likes me a computer that does whats I want, when I want and looks all style-y while doing it.

Anyway, courtesy of Apple.com’s first page (built into the Safari browser as your home page and I’ve been too fucking lazy to ever change) is this paragraph:

No on Prop 8
Apple is publicly opposing Proposition 8 and making a donation of $100,000 to the No on 8 campaign. Apple was among the first California companies to offer equal rights and benefits to our employees’ same-sex partners, and we strongly believe that a person’s fundamental rights — including the right to marry — should not be affected by their sexual orientation. Apple views this as a civil rights issue, rather than just a political issue, and is therefore speaking out publicly against Proposition 8.

Rock on Steve Jobs and Apple. And fuck you homophobic motherfuckers looking for the gay marriage band and sending the worst fucking lying propaganda to me and the rest of the state.

Anyone in the wild west, remember, that’s a big, fat NO to Prop 8.

But, you could argue that it’s work related. I work in a rather globally focused workaday world. So, staying up late to watch Babel makes sense, right? You dig, we all be globally inter-related and everyone is kind of the same.

I got to see that up close and personal in Uganda. Happily, unlike in the moving pictures, no one was shot or even dehydrated.

Meanwhile, speaking of my toil — Conceivably, the only reason I got my job at all was because I mentioned in the interview that I own a Mac. (Remember I did interview at this somewhat reputable, somewhat high-class gig at the same time as the ultimate in international marketing presence, the L’Occitane store at the mall. I mean, hell, they’re from Provence. That’s in France.)

Anyway, I got this job instead. The person under whom I toil, loves herself a Mac. Only problem is the MacBook Pro is hella heavy. That’s why I myself picked up the $400 wonder that is the Asus EEE PC.
Two pounds, tiny and snug, and the puppy works. I even pimped it out with Windows XP, so I could hook up to the work force. You really don’t want to sling a MacBook Pro over your shoulder if you’re logging any one of the seven continents on a pretty regular basis.

The answer, of course, if you’re a Mac fanatic of means would be the MacBook Air.

As any Mac freak as myself would tell you, you don’t go buying the latest in the Apple world the week of their World-Wide Developers’ conference until AFTER Steve gives his keynote. Your thing could be the now cliched “one more thing.”

So, tomorrow, among my other stresses and tasks and things they make me do for the ability to pay my bills, I have to keep an eye on the web reports. Poor me. Hard work that.

Now instead of being surreptitious about my web ways at work, I have to report back in about web surfing. (Amusingly related, some one half asked at a real meeting in SF if I might want to do some consulting on web stuff, spreading info through weblogs particularly. Something might come of it. Who knows.)

While I’m checking in on the keynote, I, of course, will be wondering on the big rumor of Apple rumors of du jour, the new generation iPhone. I wonder what I might be dialing later this month, if I was to call you. After all, that fucktard GWB gave me a couple of bucks to stimulate the economy. It’s chilling unglamorously and unspent in my savings account earning interest. But, I gather that’s un-American or something. I think I’m supposed to be buying gas.

By the way, I heard on the radio the rest of the country is now averaging over $4/gallon. Wimps, California has been rocking that level for a while.

In my neuroses of planning to go to Uganda, which might as well be fucking mars, I’m losing my grip. So, naturally, rather than doing the shit I need to do (although I do have my appointment for the yellow fever vaccine), I figured I could do something I can control.

So, in prep for putting XP on my tiny Asus EEE, which I consider the perfect travel computer. Like myself, it is small and cheap. If it gets stolen or broken, i won’t weep.

Anywho, since I had XP in my hand, well a disk anyway, I fucked up my new MacBook Pro. I’m typing this back in the land of goodlooking Mac-ville. But, I can’t boot to the borg.

I wonder if it was intentional by the minds at Apple to make it look even more like shit than usual.