Yeah, I went anyway
Nov. 15th, 2009 02:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pseydtonneI was making some progress with the files. I even found a better file manager for Windows that does a lot of what I want: Free Commander.
The crappy Windows file manager, which hasn't changed since Windows 95 and has barely improved since Windows 3.1, is to Windows what the one-button mouse has been to the Mac world: a dirty pustule that should have been lanced a long time ago (oh sure, Macs have multi-button mice and the new touch thing -- but only for the desktop).
The point of a file manager is to move files. Why can't I do that in Windows without opening two managers and finding places to put them on the screen? Oh sure, it's only winbutton-e to open one but it'll sit right on top of the one I was just using.
You can tell from this talk that I probably needed to get out of the house by this point (3:30 pm). That's when I got a ping from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
proudlyfallen and I decided to fight the rain and head up to Easthampton anyway. I got there for the last few minutes of the sale, but I found some cool stuff. For example I now own a CD holder that says "pr0n" on the front.
Then I had dinner withproudlyfallen and her boy in Amherst. Tuna steak is an easy way to my heart. I had the chance to play with dogs and cats, tell stories... all good.
I took route 9 east back to Mass Pike. I didn't check the map and wound up taking the long way around. Instead of taking 202 to 181 I stayed on 9 until route 32. If you look at this on the map you'd see two sides of a squat triangle and a third side that looks a lot more obvious. I didn't realize how close I was to the Quabbin until I checked a map later.
What kept me alive on the long drag home (actually, the trip up was a lot more annoying)? Random radio stations fading in and out. One offered a piece of cheese so horrifying...
Thus before I sleep, I offer you this insane piece of torture. Oh, it's safe for work... but your reaction may not be.
The crappy Windows file manager, which hasn't changed since Windows 95 and has barely improved since Windows 3.1, is to Windows what the one-button mouse has been to the Mac world: a dirty pustule that should have been lanced a long time ago (oh sure, Macs have multi-button mice and the new touch thing -- but only for the desktop).
The point of a file manager is to move files. Why can't I do that in Windows without opening two managers and finding places to put them on the screen? Oh sure, it's only winbutton-e to open one but it'll sit right on top of the one I was just using.
You can tell from this talk that I probably needed to get out of the house by this point (3:30 pm). That's when I got a ping from
proudlyfallen and I decided to fight the rain and head up to Easthampton anyway. I got there for the last few minutes of the sale, but I found some cool stuff. For example I now own a CD holder that says "pr0n" on the front.Then I had dinner with
proudlyfallen and her boy in Amherst. Tuna steak is an easy way to my heart. I had the chance to play with dogs and cats, tell stories... all good.I took route 9 east back to Mass Pike. I didn't check the map and wound up taking the long way around. Instead of taking 202 to 181 I stayed on 9 until route 32. If you look at this on the map you'd see two sides of a squat triangle and a third side that looks a lot more obvious. I didn't realize how close I was to the Quabbin until I checked a map later.
What kept me alive on the long drag home (actually, the trip up was a lot more annoying)? Random radio stations fading in and out. One offered a piece of cheese so horrifying...
Thus before I sleep, I offer you this insane piece of torture. Oh, it's safe for work... but your reaction may not be.
