That’s Windows XP (bye-bye, Vista) and Debian 4.0 running in concert with X.4.10. ROCK IT.

Love to all. Even you, the blogger who understandably quit blogging.

It just occured to me that I have a badass 2.4 GHz dual-core MacBook Pro, and I use Parallels to run Windows, that I should really set up a Linux distribution on my machine, too. So, right now, Debian 4 is installing. Man, computers have changed since I was a kid.

Later today: Introduction to the kittens, a response to the reponses to my little video, and video experiment #2.

Love to all. Even you, the delightful Irish lass rushing me to get out the door.

If anyone can invite rich at championable dot com to Grand Central, I’ll be eternally in your debt. I’ll also thank you publicly.

Love to all. Even you, the Massachusetts that couldn’t quite get over 40 on the FDR.

I’ve always named my computers after a Soviet surveillance aircraft called the MainStay. About two years ago, I stopped doing that, and started name my computers stupid shit like “Acceptance.”

Well, fuck that. I just got myself a brand new, 17-inch, 2.4Ghz dual-core MacBook Pro with 3GB of RAM, a 7200prm drive, a bad-ass graphics card and a hi-resolution, 1900×1200 screen. This fucker’s name is MainStay.

Love to all. Even you, the inexperienced lass who looked for a job for a week.

I used my valiant refusal to get an iPhone (going against the advice and recommendations of my business partner, my wife, and my AA sponsor), would getting the 17-inch high-density 2.4Ghz Core 2 MacBook Pro with the 7200rpm drive be justified?

If I ebayed the laptop I had so the net cost is less than an iPhone, would that help?

I’m just askin’ here.

Love to all. Even you, the guy who things drinking is okay because he’s a junkie.

New setup completed.

Love to all.  Even you, the wife and sponsor who repeatedly told me to get an iPhone.

Half an hour ago. Manhattan. The 5th Avenue Apple Store.

I’m in line, buying an Airport Extreme Base Station. The line is long. Really long.

I get to the front. Third-from-next. And I see them: 20 iPhones, in pretty iPhone bags, lined up for purchase. My heartbeat quickens, and I realize: I’m about to buy one. I get to the front of the line. I say to the cashier: “Are those iPhones available for purchase?” He says “Yup. Do you want one?”

I inhale. I exhale. I inhale. I speak.

“No.”

Love to all. Even you, Jonathan Ives.