Final Fantasy IV DS was released in Japan to at least one extremely good review.
Now excuse me while I get goosebumps.
Nerd. Knitter. Gamer. Geek.
Final Fantasy IV DS was released in Japan to at least one extremely good review.
Now excuse me while I get goosebumps.
I bought a MacBook
It’s fabulous.
Less fabulous was having to reformat my iPod for a Mac, thus losing everything I hadn’t bought through the iTunes store, but I can grab my CD collection from home when Jonathan and I go for dinner on New Year’s Day.
But I just listened to Jupiter. These speakers were, as far as laptop speakers go, built for Holst. I nearly melted.
I don’t know why I thought it would work. We only got through one journalism-related movie before sort of giving up on the theme. A climactic fight scene in a press room will do that to you.
Less than half of adult U.S. internet users surveyed admitted to Googling themselves.
Less than half! Forty-seven per cent! Less than half!
Perhaps I am biased (knowing how the internet works and whatnot) or paranoid (more likely) but given the fact that anyone can publish anything about anyone else, I Google myself all the time. You might say I’m fortunate in that nothing embarrassing comes up. I’ve actually been exceptionally careful about that.
My guess is that the 53 per cent of surveyed adult U.S. internet users who say they don’t plug themselves into search engines are also not being mindful of the fact that potentially damaging or humiliating information is available. If they were, they’d be using their own names as search strings all the time. Or, at least, slightly more often than never.
Cue the flood of “I knew Robyn Doolittle before famous columnists were dropping her name” posts from everyone I know.
I could have told you this. I just don’t have to anymore.
Not gloating, really. The TTC is riddled with its own problems, but I think most people will agree that a 45-minute commute to and from work by subway is much easier to handle than what was often at least an hour-long commute by GO train. GO trains run on a fixed schedule (when they’re on time), remember, whereas the subway runs every five or so minutes, often even when there are problems.
(I am especially grateful for not having to take the streetcar or the bus.)
Anyone else notice how this week’s episode of CSI, where Warrick comes under suspicion of having murdered a stripper with whom he stupidly became involved, is an awful lot like the first-season episode in which Nick comes under suspicion of having murdered a prostitute with whom he stupidly became involved?
No? Just me? And only because I only got caught up on my CSI this summer and have seen every episode? Okay then.