Last night I was up late doing some preparation for a game today. I wanted to listen to some music while I worked, but I couldn’t get my damn Samba share to mount. It would wait and wait and wait. After ten minutes or so, I’d get a message that was pointless, as most Samba errors tend to be, at least on Mac OS. It was something like, “You can’t mount this share because stuff isn’t working.”

According to the latest TiVo News emailling, “we are targeting mid-2006 for Mac support for TivoToGo(TM)!)” This will make me very happy, and make me feel much better about not building a MythTV. I hope they hit that target. It may make bus rides less boring, even though it will give me a way to avoid reading.

I started using “rjbs” as my identifier everywhere a few years ago. It was a very good idea, and I should have started using it years earlier. I’ve given a fairly detailed history of other usernames I used in the past elsewhere. I’ll move that history to my wiki at some point, I guess. I just got to thinking about “rjbs” and other actually-related-to-my-name names on Thanksgiving, when talking with my Uncle Richard.

Is it really so inconceivable that a smoker can go two hours without a cigarette? If so, why aren’t smokers more afraid of their own addiction? Anyway, that’s not my problem. My problem is that now the back of the bus smells like cigarette smoke, and I know the smell won’t reach the front of the bus, so the driver won’t do anything about it.

Friday, January 31, 2003: Thanks for placing an order! Here’s an email confirming that we got it. By the way, to log in, you have to use this arbitrary username that we’re providing. Don’t lose it, since this email doesn’t contain details of your order, like what you ordered, what we’re going to charge, or when it will ship.

In 2001, VH1 had a show on which they proclaimed what they thought were the best 100 rock’n’roll albums. I agreed with some things and not with others, and I printed out the list to use as a checklist for album acquisition.

I haven’t done any programming at all, this holiday, which is just fine with me. I have had a really nice, relaxing time. I’ve watched some lousy movies, read a decent book, played a lot of Disgaea, and eaten at least three slices of pumpkin pie.

Many times I have complained that Thunderbird and Mail.app are no darn good. They both filled me with hope of reading my mail offline and writing responses that will go out when I’m back online. Both, too, disappointed. They were just too hard to use, too hard to configure, prone to data loss, and provided me with generally crappy tools for dealing with my mail.

I just saw an ad on TV for the DVD of March of the Penguins. The announce said, “This Tuesday, see how much fun it is to be a penguin!”

Gloria had done a good bit of preparing for the feast over the last few days. I helped just a little. Today was the big day, though, and it went well. We got up at quarter to five, this morning, and I was amazed to see a light coating of snow over everything. It was only on the cars and the trees, though; the roads were just a bit wet.