Aaaand the renovation of the web site has begun. For some reason I can’t figure out yet, Blogger.com doesn’t want to render the side navigation bar right. Something strange is going on, because the style sheet works fine in a flat HTML file. Then again, the Blogger/Google folks don’t seem to have left any documentation lying around for doing this, so who knows?

Alas, the coffee has its limits, and I am beyond fixing it further this evening.

Sunday, July 17, and the air conditioner is broken for the fourth time in seven days. Luckly the couch is directly underneath the ceiling fan. Luckly Mac OS X 10.4.2 has stabilized wireless Internet Sharing between my desktop and the mighty iBook. Luckily I have enough caramel for a couple batches of ice coffee. I just finished a big geek project for the web site at work, and am now seriously considering changing the design of this site.

Oh yeah, I forgot. ‘Never tell anyone about your unfinished plans because then you’ll never actually finish them.’ Forget I said anything.

I know, I know. I’ve been away again. My apologies to my legions of fans who are daily hanging on my every word. Uhh. yeah. But my last post promised that I’d come back to explain my feelings on the end of Enterprise. That task seemed pretty daunting, and I never got to the point where I felt like doing it just right now. And soon enough, the job had already been done by everyone else far better than I could, so in the end it seemed utterly pointless.

In the meantime lots of other things I could have potentially written about have come and gone, but dang it, first in the queue was that pending Enterprise post. And I hate to leave unfinished business.

So I’m just going to take a shortcut and get me back in sync with the rest of the world: Here’s some of what I might have been writing about recently were I not of the lazy sort.

• Enterprise finale: Yuck. A grand insult to all Trek fans.
• End of Star Trek: Hopefully temporary. Sad, but needed to be done.
• Mac OS X on Intel: Hopefully non-sucky. Sad, but needed to be done.
• Supreme Court ruling on Eminent Domain: stupid
• Resurrection of flag-burning amendment: Don’t we have anything better to do? Very stupid.
• Superman: is a dick.
• 10,000 Southern Baptists in Nashville: All failed to knock on my door, thankfully.
• Result of buying and consuming most of a “large” (i.e. unexpectedly huge) chocolate milkshake at Fat Mo’s: insomnia.

There we go. Back on track. See you in a few months.

I’ll have to come back later to offer my review of the final episode of Enterprise, as well a few thoughts I have on the end of the franchise. In the meantime, I’ll just note that having Phlox pass out barf bags in the penultimate episode was appropriately prophetic.

Listen up, world, ’cause I’m only going to say this once. If you’re female, astoundingly cute, roughly my age, are chatty and funny, and just in general flirty as hell with me, would you please do me the favor of NOT BEING ALREADY HAPPILY MARRIED? I mean come on, already.

Jeez.

Actually I bought this intending to come here and complain that they weren’t actually dark, evil Cheez-its. But in fact this batch has some sort of hideously nasty chemical aftertaste. Indeed, the dark side is with these baked snack crackers.

It’s the second best part of a new major Apple operating system release: the obligatory twenty-odd page John Siracusa delving into OS X over at Ars Technica. To call it a mere “review” is a disservice – this guy goes from interface issues to the very UNIXy core and back again.

I’m on page nine now. This will keep me up late reading.

Well, I feel as though I’ve been moaning about politics too much lately, so instead I’ll just register my happiness at finding “Darth Mix” Dark Side of the Force Dark Chocolate M&Ms. I personally couldn’t give a flying flip about Episode III, but dark chocolate is always good, even if it’s evil dark chocolate. And they picked cool colors too.

Anyway, that’s been the highlight of my day so far. Which should tell you something about the sorts of weekends I typically have.

No, I don’t usually get my news and political insight from Rolling Stone. Yet if even half of this is true, it reinforces my point that any and all sane Republicans remaining should go and form another party and let these totally frightening morons flounder in their own ignorance, bigotry and hate.

GO HEELS!

That is all.