Belly Buttons

I’ve heard various twists on the statement, “Like Belly Buttons, everyone’s got an opinion.” Some of them have been cleaner than others, but I digress. In short I want to throw something out in regards to the latest news that Apple will be switching to Intel Chips in about a years time. I haven’t read all of the articles on the subject, but there have been way too many, and most of them full of speculation. Here’s my thought in regards to Microsoft and Apple’s progress going forward.

First, Apple’s Intel chip orders are supposed to be x486 chips. That’s right, 486. Microsoft, I’d like to ask you why a Pentium 4 is required to keep your OS running smoothly without hicups while I will use a 486 on an Apple? This is rather frustrating because it shows either a superiority in design or that Apple’s picked the wrong chip. I’m not too worried though because the jump is not one that appears to have any performance issues. Steve Jobs would not be switching to 486 type chips if it was a problem.

Which leads me to my second point: Intel has already got Pentium 1, 2, 3 and 4 technology. Imagine what would happen if Apple made the (not so huge) leap to pentium chips? Imagine running OS X ‘Liger’ [the next version of OS X, poor Napoleon] on a Pentium 4. It would probably be an embarassment to Windows. Then imagine running OS X with a Pentium 4 with several gigabytes of RAM. This would cause Windows to cry and lament the power of 486s dissipated by its gluttonous OS.

Two Abby-isms

This morning Abby got the ‘unk.’ That is to say she used two words that had ‘unk’ in them. The first was that she wanted peanut butter on her toast, but without the ‘junks.’ That’s chunks for you readers who were concerned with junky peanut butter (read:partially hydrogenated vegetable oils).

Then, she listened to our discussion about paint in the kitchen and she said, “That’s a good color. It’s funky.”

I can feel the James Brown coming on my iTunes now.

Man-ual Labor

It would be tough to look at this picture and not think…
Randy Roofing
Where does he work out? Look at those Pecs!
or
My goodness, what is he doing with a shovel on the roof?
or
Is he not wearing any eye protection? He’s going to lose an eye! (I was safe mom, really)
or
Just because you wear your hat backwards doesn’t mean that you’re young and cool looking. The cool look these days involves a 35-45 degree angle of the bill off of straight forward with the bill not bent.

Or, if you’re me, you’d say: Self, put some sun screen on or your going to burn like a neglected burrito!

Apple Store

Sunday afternoon I went to the Apple store at the Cherry Creek Mall (or Cherry Creak Maul for you Star Warts fans). Wow. Those stores are so simple and effective. When you walk in you are not over-stimulated. The machines are the focus, and they have all sorts of configurations so you can see what it will look like when your machine is put together.

They also have all sorts of software and accessories, so you can buy all of the other stuff if you want it. They even had a kids station where Abby was excited to sit on a neat cushion ball while playing with an iMac 20″. Wow.

Of course I want the dual processor G5 with as much RAM as I can cram in there with the 30″ display. That would probably cost me over $6,000.00 USD so I won’t be buying it, however, it looks cool 🙂

GE 3D Sonograms

When we went in this morning for the sonogram we were stunned by the cool 3 dimensional sonograms that they were able to do with General Electric’s technology. There, in contoured detail, was my little girl. I squeazed Jessica’s hand because I think both of us were stunned as we watched not just a black and white bunch of blobs and lines but a real life baby. Sure, when we had Abby’s black and white sonogram it was just as exciting, but the dimensional detail was a neat difference. I will post scans soon… I have to get the scanner unpacked 🙂

She’s a Girl!

Our new baby is (going to be?) a girl. She’s not born yet, or course, but she’ll be arriving some time towards the end of October if all goes well. Her name will be Evelyn Hope Peterman or ‘Evy’ for short. If you think of it, pray for her, she’s got a little tiny cyst on her brain right now that the Dr. says will most likely go away before she’s born. We’re not worried because she’s God’s baby in the first place and He’ll take care of her. Evelyn means “lively and pleasant”, and Hope… well, if you’ve not got hope figured out then you’re hosed.

She’s going to be smaller than Abby coming out (most likely) and we’re afraid that she’ll be quieter as well, since she hasn’t kicked and wiggled as much as Abby was by now. Ha! Afraid she’ll be quiet… yeah right!

Jessica scared the crud out of me this morning as we were walking out from the restaurant after eating lunch: she mentioned periods, sharing bathrooms and other girl things like clothes. I told my buddy Tony: I’m going to have to bypass the shotgun and move straight to a bazooka.

Fold Art

No, not Origami, it’s a spoonerism. I’m finding that in my old age I just have a harder time empathyzing with younger teenagers. It could be any combination of things, but I’m going to give you a list of a few:

  • There is a growing age gap
  • There is a growing culture gap
  • I could be talking to all the wrong teenagers (don’t take that wrong)
  • Most young teenagers don’t know about the Far Side
  • I’m wearing the wrong clothes
  • I’m married and obviously must not have a clue about Jr. High drama
  • I don’t care for the clothes of the 1970’s 1980’s and the fashion is coming back therefore I look like a goofy 1990’s wannabe.
  • My sophisticated word humor including puns, spoonerisms and general vocabulary confuse them [“his lips are moving, I hear sounds, but I don’t know what he’s saying.” or, “Stewardess, I speak Jive.”]

In short I’m a relic at 27.5 years of age. I’m considering taking up cave dwelling and combing over my hair like my ancestors before me**

**not really, I’ve got a mortgage and my hair will never be combed over unless I’m incapacitated and the nurses are cruel to me.