And speaking of Apple’s icons…
Apple’s Preview application creeps me the heck out. It has nothing to do with the app… in fact, it’s a pretty good li’l image viewer and whatnot. It’s just that… well geez, check out the creepy zombie child on the icon!? Emerging from the ocean like a prehistoric sea monster. His hands cradling something… something evil, no doubt. And what’s with those eyes!? White. Vacant. Hungry for the taste of human brains.
Or is it just me?
Arrr… Hands off me pot o’ gold, ye landlubbing barnacle!
Okay, so a bit of leprechaun got in my pirate speak. Arrr… what can ye do? Anyway, I hope you Arrr having a splendid National Talk Like a Pirate Day… and make sure you eat a lot of fruit. Scurvy season is is right around the corner.
Arrr…
Is it just me, or is the Mac OS X package install icon very reminiscent of an Energon Cube from the Transformers cartoon series?
Isn’t that weird?
And no, I don’t have anything better to do… why do you ask?
Reports are flooding in concerning the new, feature-packed, yet clunky iTunes 7. I installed the beast moments after it was released… cuz I’m like that… and I must say that I’m pleased and disappointed. Simultaneously. The Gapless Audio Playback thingy worked splendidly and sounded great. The Album Cover Finder thingy worked less than splendidly. I set it to fetch my covers overnight. When I awoke this morning, I found that it had hit the halfway point and stopped… not froze… just stopped. I could still use iTunes, but I couldn’t get any covers past that point.
Fine. It’s software. It happens. I’m sure I’ll give it another go… but what’s interesting here is the album that it got hung up on: Beneath the Remains, by Sepultura.
The two times that I’ve been pulled over and ticketed for speeding, I was listening to that album (what can I say? Brazilian thrash metal makes me drive fast…). So geez, what’s the deal with that album!? It’s like cursed or some junk.
Anyway, I’ll run the iTunes Album Finder thingy again tonight. If it stops at Beneath the Remains, that Album is going straight to the thrash… I mean trash.
Interestingly, and as somewhat of an aside, the first time I was pulled over listening to Beneath the Remains, it was on an audio cassette. The second time, iPod. Talk about technological extremes…
Holy shmoly. That was a massive, jam-packed hour of new and updated Apple crunk. I’m not going to go over all of it here… there are others who can do a much more thorough job than I can. What I will mention, however, is the particular new crunk that’s getting me all hot.
First up: New, big-ass capacity, 6th (5.5?) generation iPod. 80 gigs. $350. Spotlight-esque search feature. Games. And… GAPLESS AUDIO PLAYBACK! Dude. Really. Did it honestly take six generations of iPod technology to get the tracks to play without a gap between them? Well regardless, the iPod is gapless now… just like my teeth.
Next up: iTunes 7. It’s got a movie store. Come on now. We all saw that coming. But interestingly, this newest iteration of iTunes comes equipped with an album cover finder. That’s nice. I’ve been waiting for something like this for a while. It’ll be interesting to see how it works and how long it’ll take to get cover art for my 59.55 gig iTunes library, where not a single album has cover art attached. Once that’s all set, I’ll be stoked to try out the Cover Flow feature.
Finally: No iPhone. And once again, I told you so.
Apple’s Media Event has just begun. What’s it gonna be? Only Steve knows for sure.
Some links for your perusal:
Engadget Live Event Coverage
Engadget Rumor Roundup
Gizmodo Leaked Show Itinerary
Church of Satan
Time to change things up a bit. Let’s stray from the usual coffee-fueled, Mac speculatory snob fest, and embark down a path seldom traveled on this blog: Design. There’s a whole sambot tagegory (Oh! New term! It’s mine. I call rights to the term “tagegory.” I coined it! I’m number one! I’m number one!) devoted to it, yet only two posts have been tagged with it. Well hot damn! It’s time for post number three.
Sprite’s new SubLYMONal Obey ad campaign sucks big time. The whole point of advertising is to make the consumer want to consume without blatantly requesting that they consume… to subliminally suggest that they consume. Spite is using this tactic in an outright defiance of a tried and true standard: Subliminal Advertising. And is it working? Hell no! I don’t want Sprite any more than I want giant mechanized battle arms grafted on in place of my scrawny, flesh-covered, upper appendages… battle arms equipped with lasers and grappling hooks… battle arms capable of crushing bone with ViseGrip-like strength…
Fine. Regardless of how much I really really really want giant mechanized battle arms, I don’t want Sprite, I hate their logo redesign, and I will absolutely not “Obey.”
Thank you for letting me get that out. Phew! I’m thirsty. To Starbucks! Starbucks… now there’s a company I’ll blindly obey…
(What sparked this anti-Sprite tirade, anyway? Well, I’m glad you asked. This morning, I happened to be driving behind a Sprite truck on the way home from the laundromat… umm… I guess that’s it. It seemed more of a profoundly life-changing event at the time.)
The other night, I had a dream that’s been haunting me ever since. For the sake of personal therapy, and simply to get it off my chest, I’m going to share it here, on the internet. Here, where free thought, perverse and immoral by nature, runs rampant. Amidst all that is deranged and unholy, this dream will find a home. I’ll spare you of the details as I offer up the gist, because… well, it’s just a dream. And it doesn’t mean anything. Right?
The dream, briefly: It’s midday. I find myself at work (I think), which is at Media Services found in the university library (I should note, there are times at work when I do a whole lot of nothing: sitting around, shootin’ the poo… as they say). This particular afternoon, I happen to be shootin’ the poo with some coworkers. Specifically, I’m arguing in favor of all that is evil, by way of the following statement: “Darth Vader, he’s really a cool guy once you get to know him.” Yep. I’m trying to convince my coworkers that Darth Vader, Dark Lord of the Sith, is just a dude like you and me. Give him some time. Get to know him. You’ll like him. Really. And no, this isn’t some kind of Jedi mind trick.
However, that’s not everything. Nope. I’ve omitted the most disturbing part. In fact, I was going to keep it to myself, but in order to truly get a sense of the haunting nature of this dream (and to get a frightening glimpse into the haunting nature of my psyche) I feel that it too needs to be shared. Full disclosure. Here we go: Darth Vader was, of course, sporting his typical gloss black helmet and face plate. Though, instead of his usual black cape and ominous attire, he was wearing jeans and a button down shirt… tucked in! From the neck down, he looked like… a dad!? And as I tried to convince my coworkers of his coolness, Vader was just standing there behind me… casually looking around, hands in his pockets, timidly kicking the carpeting with his white, tragically unstylish, sneakers. *Shiver!* It gives me the heebie-geebies just thinking about it!
For the record, I do not think Darth Vader is a cool guy. Well, I guess that’s not really true. He is a cool guy… black cape, deep voice, strangling people with his mind… all cool things. I just can’t condone some of things he’s done (you know, like strangling people with his mind). But anyway, there you have it. Psychology students, start your dream analysis engines! And please, try to refrain from the obvious interpretation of, “Sam, you’re just a tremendous dork.” Because… well, I’ve gotten to that one on my own, thank-you-very-much.
Let the Macintosh bloggery flow! It’s been too long…
The twelfth of… wait a minute. Twelfth? Is that right? It looks wrong. In fact, I don’t think that I’ve ever actually spelt out the word “twelfth” before. Wait a minute… spelt? Is that a word? Spelled? Umm… let’s start this post over:
The 12th of September is likely to be a very special day for Apple’s legion of devoted, white-plastic-lovin’, obeying-Steve-Jobs’-every-hint-of-a-command, fans. According to trustworthy sources (i.e. The internet), next Tuesday will bring an announcement of epic proportions… or epic disappointments. Either way, it’s bound to be epic.
And with the announcement of a scheduled announcement comes, of course, the onslaught of rumor, speculation, and general Mac-fueled excitement. On the rumor table we can find the all of the usual suspects: iPhone, iTunes Movie Store, Widescreen Video iPod… it’s all the same stuff. No surprises, right? I’m not so sure.
Let’s take this one step at a time. A couple of days ago, Apple quietly released a 24″ iMac… Apple’s prosumer Mac. It’s a pretty impressive machine, yet it slipped by with nary a whisper. So, if something like that gets no coverage, then this Tuesday’s announcement is gonna be hot! Conversely, I’ve just read that the Steve is not going to be giving the announcement. The Steve likes to promote the big stuff personally. A small announcement then? Not quite. MacNN is reporting that Apple filled a patent for a multifunction handheld. iPhone? I’m growing tired of saying it, and it’s becoming more and more likely that I’m going to be proven wrong, but Apple is not making a cell phone. A PDA-like device? Oh god… that would be a dream come true. So, clearly that’s not going to happen. Then what the hell is it gonna be!? Movie Store. My money is on an iTunes Movie Store.
And only time will tell.
After two of these Starbucks caffeine bombs, separated by one hour and one sugar-coated blueberry muffin, I have to admit, I’m feeling pretty darn good.
Caffeine status: comfortably above normal.
Sugar level: not too shabby, if I do say so myself.
I’m beginning to worry, however. The cafeteria, the source of caffeinated bliss, closes at 3:00 p.m. on Sundays, and here I sit in the library, studying dutifully (what? Blogging counts as studying. Duh!) as the hands of destiny (or Timex… whatever) gently tick away. With each passing stroke, their calming tick becomes less of a steady count of time and more of a deafening reminder… a countdown to certain peril.
Now, a slippery 2:51 p.m. and the caffeine supply is slowly dwindling down to the bottom-of-the-cup dregs. My productivity dwindles with it. What to do, what to do…
Thankfully, the good people at Starbucks had the foresight to create… and the committee in charge of purchasing at Quinnipiac University had the foresight to purchase… Iced Coffee in a Can. Yes, it’s true. Starbucks coffee. Iced. In a can. Yours for the inflated campus store price of only $2.29 a hit. Truly a godsend in times of need… troubled times like these, where one is forced to wonder whether there really is a God and if so, why is he so cruel (why would God close the cafeteria when I am in desperate need of coffee? Why, God? Why?). But now, with the availability of Iced Coffee in a Can, my faith has been renewed. God lives and is producing miracles daily! Now if you’ll kindly excuse me, I’m off to the campus store to drop a couple of bucks in exchange for an 11 ounce can of heaven.
UPDATE/CORRECTION: As was previously assumed, God is in fact, dead. The campus store is currently closed, thus disabling one’s capacity for Iced Coffee in a Can procurement. Spread the word my dear readers: God is dead and is no longer performing miracles daily. My sincerest apologies for the confusion.
