I've been looking for the perfect bag. It can't be just any old thing. I need something big enough to carry my laptop, my lunch, my phone and wallet and keys, assorted manuals, a power adapter, an odd cable or two, a sweater, and a few books. That's a lot to shlep halfway across campus. So I decided it also has to be on wheels.
October 17 My elation over being able to sneak away from Macrebel camp has started to wear off. Funny, but I never really noticed before how dingy and out-dated Windows looks. Everything seems so flat and gray...and in desperate need of a serious makeover. Today I actually found myself missing the dock with its bright little icons.
September 29th It's been a rough and exhausting week Ever since reaching Macrebel camp, I've felt like the world has turned upside down. Everyone here is very friendly and helpful, and the landscape is so bright and shiny and...clean. Yet it's not home. I miss my old comfortable habits and familiar ways of doing things. I never appreciated how many tasks I did automatically, without ever having to think about them. How quickly I could perform. Now I have to pause before attempting the smallest function. I still haven't located the backward delete button. Thank god I found the bathrooms...
I ran across this list on the IEBlog while searching for...ahem, cough, uh, a hack. Microsoft offers this "list of common CSS hacks" and says these are the bugs they're ridding the world of in IE7 and that will soon break any pages you've used them on...
They were troubled times--times of strife and turmoil, man against man, browser against browser. Into this chaos of lawlessness, brutality and disregard for web standards, stepped a new contender. Sleek and powerful in a case of shining armor, the champion strode onto the field of battle bearing a new and mighty weapon that made strong Windows men quake and PC women swoon. Parallel, he called it, and fascinated, the people flocked to him... After over 10 years of staunchly defending the ruling party, I am switching sides. Yes, that's right. I'm going over to the macrebels. Don't bother to try to talk me out of it. It's no use. Call me a traitor. Tell me I've been seduced by a handsome case and dubious technology. I've heard it all. My mind's made up. I've put in my order.