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Monthly Archive for May, 2007
6:30 AM: Fall out of bed, hit head on bedside table.
6:34 AM: Turn on central heating. Cold air, no heat.
6:42 AM: Cold shower, use hair drier to warm up.
7:00 AM: Try to cook breakfast. No Gas.
7:05 AM: Check pilot lights on heater and hot water. Out.
7:15 AM: Head out front to find joker has shut off gas. 1 week after new shutoff mechanism installed and meter relocated closer to front fence.
7:28 AM: 7:20 AM bus is late. Have 8 AM appointment in Fitzroy.
7:43 AM: 8 AM appointment is cancelled. Good, can finish media assignment.
8:30 AM: Meet with media project crew, continue shooting movie.
9:22 AM: Jump down hill the wrong way, land on ankle.
10:05 AM: Return to uni, first aid lady ices ankle. Swollen.
10:14 AM: Shooting finished, media crew go to edit.
10:21 AM: Limp to computer labs. Meet with best friend.
10:21 AM: Discover best friend hasn’t worked on project, due today.
11:30 AM: Lunch, beside long cue, nothing strange there.
12:00 PM: Finish project, friend removes usb drive without ejecting.
12:05 PM: Discover usb drive is corrupted. Lost contents of drive.
12:12 PM: Limp to IT support, can’t help, drive is dead.
1:00 PM: Lecturer back from lunch. Tries to fix drive. No help.
1:04 PM: Recieve 6 day extension. Sweet.
2:00 PM: No lecture. Double Sweet.
2:09 PM: Try to cross Victoria Parade. Me and best friend almost get run over.
2:30 PM: Best friend and I agree to drown sorrows, 2 Stellas, 1 Burbon and Cola.
3:00 PM: Train and walk home. Bus late again, 10 minutes.
4:17 PM > Rather shitty. Contemplate writing emo poetry.
This mac hack is perhaps my most favourite becuase it opens so much possibilities.
Whenever I have to reformat my hard drive on my laptop which I normally do every six months I have to find a spare hard drive to store my porn stash and files while I reinstall everything.
I then decided to create a partition where I could store my documents and music but because Mac OS defaults to storing files on your partition which contains the main system. Using a little known utility called netinfo manager you can change the default location of your home directory without destroying your files. This means that every time you reformat you just use netinfo manager to point to your home directory on your partition and volia! All your prferences music and files are back where they’re supposted to be.
This computer only works after you do a completly clean install of OSX
Firstly backup all your important files to an external drive. Then boot your Mac OSX installation disc. After repartitioning your hard drive, reinstalling the OS and creating your user account, launch netinfo manager which is located in the utilities folder. and using the column menu select Users,
If you are planning on using a second hard drive or a partition you need to prefix with /Volumes/ this means that the computer knows that you want to store on a different drive/partition.
Finally close and reboot the computer go to the location where you set the new home directory path and you’ll find that mac os x has created the home directory for you.
So essentially now everytime you want to reinstall your OS, you just need to format the system hard drive the use netinfo manager to point to the new location.
Something about Justin Madden’s ‘Mc Mansions’ gaff got me really riled up the other day. Andrew Bolt, who I dislike immensely in a strange move came out in defence of the lower / middle class families who choose to move further out to take advantage of low property prices. He accused Bracks and Madden of double standards because they both own two rather large properties in affluent suburbs.
Unfortunately, I tend to agree with Bolt’s viewpoint. As a inner-outer suboganite, I can tell you that we’re clamoring for as much space as we can. The local council recently brought out a new planning overlay on our property which means that in the future the back half of our property could become part of a compulsory acquisition for a large scale development.
So yes, truly land is becoming more scarce in inner city areas but why accuse those who work hard, save and purchase their dream property of being wasteful and careless by building such large properties? I mean, how dare those working class people think they’re better than anyone else!
Maybe if Madden as planning minster saw this as an issue earlier he would have used powers in a proactive manner to set regulations to restrict the size of properties and set requirements for water usage and energy savings. Thanks Madden for being unhelpful and counter-productive.
Fighting Ninjas consortium finally agreed to upgrade my laptop’s web development software to the shiny new Adobe CS3 package.
Since the upgrade was done on the cheap, I wound up with only a copy of Dreamweaver CS3, Fireworks CS3 and Photoshop CS3 (on order).
Most hardcore, 1337, hax0r developers tell me that Dreamweaver is crap for software / web site development but then again, I’ve tried the applications that they use for development and I reckon they’re garbage. So I suppose it’s a case of each to their own.
In addition to the new software, I got a new Apple bluetooth mouse and keyboard, I’m taking the keyboard back because I don’t particularly like it.
Also finally got a new domain name to move this blog. But then again I’m kinda warming back up to blogger so I’m torn between blogger and wordpress.
Sunday’s one:
I’ve been neglecting this site lately. Lots of updates to come.
Today, in the weirdest of circumstances one of my childhood dreams came true. I was waiting at Royal Park for “a morning” train to Flinders St. The Upfield line is one of the most poorly serviced pieces of track on the network. No additional trains at peak, 15 minute interval. Most ‘peak’ services are run by three car sets.
The three car set that arrived at Royal Park was packed to the rafters, There were only a few on the platform and none bothered to even try to get into the train. The driver opened his door, stuck his head out and offered to give us a lift in his cabin. So the six of us waiting jumped at the chance - maybe not because it meant we would be getting to work on time but more because of the intrigue associated with the job of driving a train.
There was a woman with a cameraphone asking the driver questions about his job, two St Joseph’s students were taking pictures of the train and ringing their mates telling them were they were. Another gent offered a $50 to the driver as appreciation for helping. A fantastic experience.
I stood there in awe for the fact that the driver offered to help us out. Then again I was disappointed that it wasn’t a six car set. Either way, a truly unforgettable experience.