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Switch!

Switch!

I’ve never felt the need to switch, as I’m the type of person who likes and can work in both Mac and PC, but for a long time now I’ve been dying to switch, and tonight, after setting things up to my liking, I’ve been able to do just that. In other words, my PowerMac G3 is back in use, and I didn’t have to set up another desk, monitor, keyboard and mouse to do it—woohoo! Speaking of switching, I…

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Too Many Hobbies, Not Enough Time

Too Many Hobbies, Not Enough Time

I’ve got a stack of cover CDs on my desk that I haven’t browsed. They arrive one by one with each issue of a couple of magazines to which I subscribe—3D World and Computer Arts. There was a time I would pop these CDs in as soon as I got them, install whatever free applications were burned onto them, and experiment. Since I’ve started “blogging” regularly, though, I haven’t really had a chance to play with new software. Next month…

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The Novelist

The Novelist

The sun set in the Land Beyond, and as the desert dust hung thickly, the sky became a fiery red. That was going to be the first line of my first published novel, written at 16. I was an aspiring writer back then, and all I wanted to do was write novels, nothing but novels. I was going to have a string of them, one right after the other, sequels to sequels and prequels galore, part ones and twos, then…

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If It Hadn’t Been For…

If It Hadn’t Been For…

Last week on my way to work I had a pretty good run with the lights—all green and easy driving, the path all clear in front of me. I had a strong feeling that it would have continued all the way to my destination, if it hadn’t been for some Sunday driver at the wheel of a pickup truck. The guy cut cleanly but slowly in front of me from some side street while I was driving straight ahead at…

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Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

Won’t You Be My Neighbor?

I don’t know how I manage to do it every time, but in the last three places I’ve lived, I’ve had the worst neighbors a soul could ever want. Two apartments ago, I lived above demonspawn. After that, well, I lived above demonspawn like I was Anne Frank. And now? I live across the street from demonspawn who reenact all the snap, crackle and pop of the Pearl Harbor attack every single evening since I’ve moved here. Please note: it’s…

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