Maureen M. McCarty (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} stardustgirl) wrote,@ 2009-03-17 00:23:00 |
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Shiny Happy Techie Toys
Yay! After days of noodling around with trying to get some things from point A to point B, I do finally have a contacts list in my iPhone (and on Lestat) that work wonderfully. I'm going to give it a rest before I tackle the iTunes segment of this little adventure. I've got a lot of music and want to make sure I don't scramble something when moving from one Big Cat to another. 25,000 songs run amok would make me cry.
One thing I noticed while docking my iPhone to Lestat was that it carried the generic moniker of "Maureen M. McCarty's iPhone". Hm. Gee, it's such a rockstar little gizmo that living out its days merely as someone's device seemed a bit sad. I've never named a cellphone before, but decided this guy needed a name. Alexander came to mind (hey, not a big stretch there but it did seem to fit him), so now I have Alexander and Lestat sitting on my desk, possibly having some silent conversation between them that only they understand. I'm likely better off not knowing. If I mention "my personal assistant, Alexander, handles all my appointments" and then someone realizes it's an iPhone they'll think I'm barking mad - which amuses me and makes the whole thing seem like an even better idea.
Confused technology reared its head today when I was driving to the other side of town and Nigel (the GPS for those of you new to the blog) got disoriented and tried to get me to take an interstate exit that wasn't there. It wasn't there because.... well... it wasn't there. It used to be, but they're moving exits and roads around here faster than the navs can keep up - and definitely faster than I can keep up. I cling to my little back way to the interstate a few entrances away from those nearest me because those have been jackhammered into dust and aren't there now. The ones they have rebuilt farther north look like I've landed on Mars.
And a sad tech note: I think Morpheus is terminal. I keep having to do power re-sets on him and he doesn't like to wake up. Sometimes when he is awake, he nods off and I can't rouse him without extreme measures. Now granted, he's 11 which I think translates into old even moreso than dog years, but I'm very attached to that particular machine and am waffling about what to do.
Yeeesh. 1am. Time for bed.
Yay! After days of noodling around with trying to get some things from point A to point B, I do finally have a contacts list in my iPhone (and on Lestat) that work wonderfully. I'm going to give it a rest before I tackle the iTunes segment of this little adventure. I've got a lot of music and want to make sure I don't scramble something when moving from one Big Cat to another. 25,000 songs run amok would make me cry.
One thing I noticed while docking my iPhone to Lestat was that it carried the generic moniker of "Maureen M. McCarty's iPhone". Hm. Gee, it's such a rockstar little gizmo that living out its days merely as someone's device seemed a bit sad. I've never named a cellphone before, but decided this guy needed a name. Alexander came to mind (hey, not a big stretch there but it did seem to fit him), so now I have Alexander and Lestat sitting on my desk, possibly having some silent conversation between them that only they understand. I'm likely better off not knowing. If I mention "my personal assistant, Alexander, handles all my appointments" and then someone realizes it's an iPhone they'll think I'm barking mad - which amuses me and makes the whole thing seem like an even better idea.
Confused technology reared its head today when I was driving to the other side of town and Nigel (the GPS for those of you new to the blog) got disoriented and tried to get me to take an interstate exit that wasn't there. It wasn't there because.... well... it wasn't there. It used to be, but they're moving exits and roads around here faster than the navs can keep up - and definitely faster than I can keep up. I cling to my little back way to the interstate a few entrances away from those nearest me because those have been jackhammered into dust and aren't there now. The ones they have rebuilt farther north look like I've landed on Mars.
And a sad tech note: I think Morpheus is terminal. I keep having to do power re-sets on him and he doesn't like to wake up. Sometimes when he is awake, he nods off and I can't rouse him without extreme measures. Now granted, he's 11 which I think translates into old even moreso than dog years, but I'm very attached to that particular machine and am waffling about what to do.
Yeeesh. 1am. Time for bed.
