Green Eggs and Fulham

Andrew's the name; occasional writing's the game. Love is the coal that makes this train roll.
Requests and dedications

Laptop shopping.

I’m looking at buying a new laptop - I know, I know, I’ve said this in the past, numerous times, but this time for sure! - and I’m curious what everyone’s setup is at the moment.

I have a six-year-old 15” MacBook Pro, 2.2 GHz Core 2 Duo with 4 GB RAM and OS X 10.9.2 - the machine does what I ask of it (basic Photoshop, writing, and web browsing), but it’s slower than it used to be and I’m on my third or fourth battery, which is starting to go on me after just 13 months of moderate use.

I’m looking at a Macbook Air or a 13” MacBook Pro, as I am still very happy with OS X and I’m locked in to the platform with an old copy of Adobe Creative Suite (CS4). I’ve found that it works just fine with 10.9, so that makes me feel better about upgrading my laptop at some point.

So, Macbook Air or Macbook Pro? What options did you get if you have either one? Help a brother out!

We are all squares of varying sizes and arrangements.

We are all squares of varying sizes and arrangements.

The mirrors and the unacknowledged nods
Dial tones and license plates
The words you didn’t choose
Everything the day’s too small to hold
Spills onto the dusk
And shorts the evening’s fuse

- “Uncorrected Proofs”, The Weakerthans 

Worked overtime today.

Worked overtime today.

hikergirl:

I’m going to go lay in bed and play Candy Crush on my tablet. I am pissed at level 23.

Level 77. I want to murder it in the billiards room with a revolver, Colonel Mustard.

Using Spotify.

How, exactly, do *you* use Spotify? Hoping to make it more than an app I open once every six months to listen to Dave Brubeck records.

Colorado Springs Sky Sox at Albuquerque Isotopes, May 22, 2013

Scorecards, like life, are often imperfect and incomplete.

Clever <strike>girl</strike> boy.

Reuben the cat has unplugged my room fan TWICE in two hours and knocked my alarm clock remote off on the floor. When I went to punish him with a squirt of water, he hides behind the couch in the one place I can’t reach him.

So, yes, for the 297th consecutive morning, I have given in and fed the cats at [looks at clock] 4:43am. I fed them before I went to bed at 11:00pm. Reuben the cat ate then and threw up his meal.

Cats evolved from dinosaurs, and I won’t hear differently.

Gravity’s Rainbow, 14 pages in.

Shit just got real weird, real quick. Looking forward to whatever fever dreams this spawns.

I’ll probably need a resource to follow along with on this one. Suggestions, brevetcaptain?

Just yesterday, it seems like I was helping you put on your shoes.

Today, you graduated salutatorian of your high school class.

So very proud of you, sis. :)

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