Daily Archives: July 14, 2009

Mac Transition Complete; Or, Stealth Computing

Coming at you live from the new Mac Mini, complete with the tiny wireless keyboard the guy threw in for free! It’s not my ergo keyboard, and it’s a French layout, but it’s fun. Apple isn’t kidding when they say that Macs are fully functional right out of the box.

And it is SO QUIET. This was one of the major reasons for going Mac, because the constant noise of the fans and the drives in my PCs grated on me very quickly. I am Stealth Girl now.

I’m using the VGA adaptor and it’s making screen resolution a bit odd, but I’ll try to find a solution for it. I may need to upgrade the screen at some point, which isn’t the end of the world, as it’s about five years old. And the Touch is charging up as we speak. Tomorrow I’ll download Firefox and Thunderbird.

I’m very, very happy. Also, I’m happy. And did I mention happy?

Catching Up

I managed to revise thirty-nine pages of Orchestrated today. Go me! Also spent some of the day backing up files and such, because tonight is the night that I go to view and probably buy the Mac mini! Oh, new computer, you have only been, what, three years in the planning? No more scrounging something together from old computers downstairs! You will be under warranty! The idea is positively intoxicating.

Yesterday in the mail I got a gift certificate to my local yarn shop, purchased for me by my lovely and thoughtful editor! And today I made my appointment to go test drive the two Louet wheels they have (well, one is the shop’s, the other belongs to one of the owners). So on Thursday, that is what I will be doing. Very exciting.

Today’s bad thing was my lovely owl plaque developing a hole int he middle of it. It was a museum plaster cast of an Egyptian bas relief of two owls, and it’s hung by a scooped-out bit in the back and a bar across the resulting hollow. I moved the nail it hangs on, and was hooking the plaque over it… and the nail went through the plaque at the thinnest part. I had a horrible moment of kneejerk despair, and then I breathed again and put it down gently. Perhaps HRH can fill it in, or at least help me find a paint that matches the sort of buff-colour finish of the plaster, so we can drybrush over the white plaster that’s showing around the hole where it all crumbled; maybe the hole will be less noticeable then. It’s right in the middle of one of the owls, though.

Boy needs to go to bed!