<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659</id><updated>2024-11-05T21:08:39.268-06:00</updated><category term="The More You Know"/><category term="Kids"/><category term="Dad"/><category term="How to"/><category term="Unconditional Love"/><category term="Your Parents"/><category term="phones"/><category term="things I like"/><category term="App Store"/><category term="Apple"/><category term="Facebook"/><category term="Netflix"/><category term="instant messaging"/><category term="links"/><category term="streaming"/><category term="telegraph"/><category term="the best part"/><category term="the revolution"/><category term="80&#39;s Movies"/><category term="Baby Pictures"/><category term="Delorean"/><category term="Fauxstalgia"/><category term="Han Shot First"/><category term="Introductions"/><category term="Maverick Meerkat"/><category term="NaNoWriMo"/><category term="Nazis"/><category term="Nostalgia"/><category term="Octopods"/><category term="Rants"/><category term="Space"/><category term="Teen Angst"/><category term="The Godfather"/><category term="Two Dollars"/><category term="Ubuntu"/><category term="Zombies"/><category term="alliteration"/><category term="android"/><category term="dead to me"/><category term="email"/><category term="lolcats"/><category term="long days"/><category term="my favorite phrases"/><category term="privacy"/><category term="tablets"/><category term="tech support"/><category term="television"/><category term="text messages"/><category term="vader"/><category term="voicemail"/><title type='text'>Blasters to Babies</title><subtitle type='html'>A geek in transition.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-179869138119314</id><published>2010-11-11T16:00:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-12T01:04:33.901-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The More You Know"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Your Parents"/><title type='text'>Eye of the Tiger</title><content type='html'>I recently spent some time talking to someone about being a dad. He&#39;s not one. As far as I know he&#39;s planning on putting it off for a long time. He suggested that my assertion that our experiences as children, with our parents, shape us as parents, indicated that we&#39;re only carbon copies of our parents. We are in a way, &lt;i&gt;Carbon&lt;/i&gt; (C) copies.&lt;br /&gt;
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Really though, if you look at your life as a summation of experiences that influence your decisions, being a young parent could bias you. I consider myself a young parent, having a two year old at 24. I spent the first 19 years of my life under my parents&#39; roof. That means that all the parenting (well, 99%) that I observed up to that point was my parents. So, when put into those tough parenting situations, when I&#39;m closest to my primitive brain, all I can draw on is the experiences of my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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My daughter, Red 2, was a pretty excellent sleeper from the get go. However, there was a two week period where she wouldn&#39;t sleep for more than 30 minutes at a time. I was not operating in my best frame of mind, nor was Red Leader. At times like those we rely heavily on the parenting/coping techniques ingrained in us by years of our parents, parenting us and/or our siblings.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is a well known fact: &quot;Your child does not come with a manual.&quot; You can read all the parenting guides in the world and none of them will hold a candle to all that training you received as a child.&lt;br /&gt;
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That&#39;s what we do as parents. It&#39;s what our parents did for us, their parent&#39;s did for them, their parent&#39;s parent&#39;s did the same, ad infinitum. We train our children to be adults. We love our children as our parents love(d) us. So as adults, our parents can&#39;t make all of our decisions for us. Hopefully, they&#39;ve taught us well enough and we&#39;ve absorbed enough that we can function well. Certainly though, all of our decisions are influenced by them. Even if that influence is to consciously not do what they would support. So, as adults, we fumble around (or not, as the case may be) trying to find the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if you don&#39;t have kids your parents still trained you to be who you are. Even if you hate your parents, their actions still have huge bearing on all of your decisions. They may have caused you to radically alter decisions that you make because you &quot;don&#39;t want to be like them.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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No, we&#39;re not all carbon copies of our parents, but to deny their influence in your everyday life is foolish.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/179869138119314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/11/eye-of-tiger.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/179869138119314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/179869138119314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/11/eye-of-tiger.html' title='Eye of the Tiger'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-3663506385838095330</id><published>2010-11-09T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T17:00:29.868-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things I like"/><title type='text'>Some Pens Are Mightier Than Others</title><content type='html'>I&#39;ve developed some relatively strong opinions about certain things. These opinions could be considered odd by many observers. Take for example, my choice of writing instruments. I very often draft my writing on paper before typing it up. I use both pen and pencil for this. The paper I use is not often extremely important however, it must be college rule and thick enough to absorb a little ink, but not cardstock. I&#39;m far too cheap for that. I typically use your standard spiral notebook. Although with the holidays coming up I may try to acquire a nice moleskine dedicated to any creative pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;
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Beyond my ramblings on paper quality, are the far more important choices in instruments. I&#39;ve never had particularly legible penmanship. I have however always valued a nice sharp pencil tip. I hate using those wooden atrocities and instead favor the less environmentally friendly disposable mechanical pencil. Not the refillables, especially the cheap refillables. My favorites are of a specific design, .7 mm, twist-tip Papermates. Much to Red Leader&#39;s disdain I demand this specific pencil. The wonderfully sharp point is just not something that other pencils replicate well. It writes nice and dark when you want it to, and is still very erasable. I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; this pencil.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://content.costco.com/Images/Content/Product/628715b.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://content.costco.com/Images/Content/Product/628715b.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Oh Sharpwriter, I do love you.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;I have an equally strong opinion about my choice of pen, or ink-pen as I have often heard. (side rant: whenever anyone says &#39;ink-pen&#39; in my presence, I&#39;m always quick to ask them if they regularly use &#39;blood-pens&#39; or &#39;hat-pens&#39; for their writing. Yes, I try to pronounce &#39;pen&#39; and &#39;pin&#39; differently.) My personal pen preference is the Pilot G2 pen. Someone introduced these pens when I was in high school debate. I just love how smoothly they write.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.jetpens.com/images/pilot_31002.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;213&quot; src=&quot;http://www.jetpens.com/images/pilot_31002.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;So smooth. Oh so smooth.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;There&#39;s an interesting feeling that writing on paper gives me. For some reason writing on paper often inspires me to write more than I had otherwise intended. I often find myself just staring at that screen void of anything but a blinking cursor. So I guess this means I&#39;ve outed myself as a killer of trees and polluter of environments. Before you judge me, know that I do recycle. Alright, let the stone throwing commence!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/3663506385838095330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-pens-are-mightier-than-others.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/3663506385838095330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/3663506385838095330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/11/some-pens-are-mightier-than-others.html' title='Some Pens Are Mightier Than Others'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-905715536152130904</id><published>2010-11-07T23:45:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T23:57:41.736-06:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the best part"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Godfather"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The More You Know"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unconditional Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Your Parents"/><title type='text'>Out of Italy</title><content type='html'>So, I&#39;ve had issues in the past. My dad was busy when I was young. My parents got divorced when I was about 5 years old. Do not pity me, I am thoroughly convinced that life was better that way. The memories that I have of my parents together is primarily fighting. A pretty large portion of my childhood was spent with my Dad trying to get through school. He ended up getting a PhD. My mom worked three jobs at one point to keep us in house and in clothes. I recall food stamps being an extremely important part of our food budget. She also somehow found time to date. She ended up marrying my step-dad, who I&#39;ll refer to as the Godfather, because I think he&#39;d like that. The Godfather is an intimidating man, he&#39;s just over six feet tall and weather worn. He&#39;s quick with a big grin and a booming laugh. He&#39;s got the kind of voice that can silence a crowd, or stop a man dead in his tracks. The Godfather was Satan as far as I was concerned. I spent most of the time he knew me doing things to piss him off purposely. He spent much of his time correcting my behavior to teach me some discipline. I thought that I hated him for years. Yet somehow he kept going to work everyday and working for 12 hours then coming home to me all but spitting on him. Don&#39;t get me wrong. My Dad was in the picture. We spent every other weekend with him. He paid his child support. We spent some holidays with him. He just wasn&#39;t there all the time, due to the fact that he and my Mom are completely incompatible. Someday I might tell their stories, but this one is kind of taking it&#39;s own direction now, so I&#39;m just gonna let it flow.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;An Offer You Can&#39;t Refuse&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The Godfather used to be a doorman at a bar. (Never ever call him a bouncer. You wouldn&#39;t like him when he&#39;s angry.) He would help suggest people &#39;get on getting on&#39; when they had exceeded their limits or got a little too rowdy. He was also known to tend bar and DJ on occasion. He rode &#39;crotch rockets,&#39; owned his own business and generally lived the bachelor lifestyle. I recall when my mom remarried pretty vividly. She was supposed to go on a weekend trip with a man who I&#39;m pretty sure is still in jail for being a coke dealer. (She/we didn&#39;t know at the time. It does explain a lot, though.) Instead we come back from my Dad&#39;s house to find that she had married the Godfather. Having only met him a couple of times before, my brothers and I were pretty pissed. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Why Are the Drapes Open?&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
I&#39;m pretty sure that most of the reason that we hated him so much was because he was doing those things that parents do. He was making us eat our vegetables. He was making us treat people with respect. He was punishing us when it was necessary. He had to establish himself as an authority figure in the house. Ultimately, this was a great thing. I truly believe that it was his heavy hand at the time that kept me from ending up in jail or worse. Much of my childhood was spent cursing this guy. His father (who I&#39;ll call Vito, for continuity) welcomed us with open arms and heavily accented English.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;A Man Who Doesn&#39;t Spend Time with His Family Can Never Be A Real Man&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Vito was a great man. He came here with nothing from Italy. He pulled himself up to a comfortable life from that. As I knew him, he was a man with many grandchildren. My Mother and the Godfather had a child together and Vito treated us just as well as her. We&#39;d all go to spend the night at his house, and often in the morning we&#39;d all go to the park. It seemed like every time Vito went to the park, he came home talking about all the new grandchildren that he had. Like any man though, sometimes Vito&#39;s relationship with his own children was complicated. He surely wasn&#39;t a perfect father, but no man is. Vito always seemed to have candy, from what era, I couldn&#39;t say, but he always had candy. &quot;You go tell your cousin she has a &lt;em&gt;grande culo&lt;/em&gt;.&quot; Every time I think about him I smile. He had a sense of humor every day I knew him.&amp;nbsp; Vito loved to show the videos he had of all his grandchildren. I always hated sitting through them, but his eyes always lit up talking about his family. He loved them all and somehow made us feel like a part of that. I think the Godfather has a streak of that in him as well, I see his eyes light up the same way when he sees my daughter. Towards the end, as men do, his faculties weren&#39;t what they once were. I&#39;m told though, that he spent time speaking in several tongues with the priest who came to counsel him in his final days. Vito died awhile back. It was right before Christmas. The day that he was buried was bitterly cold. It didn&#39;t seem fair to spend so little time at his graveside, but we all respected and loved Vito.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;I&#39;ve Always Taken Care of You, Fredo&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;The Godfather is a very important man in my life. He&#39;s as much a father to me as my biological father. I&#39;ve always suspected that he was secretly bearing a massive weight. He had two children before he met my mother, both of them a few years older than me. For whatever reason, he wasn&#39;t or couldn&#39;t be a father to them. He never went too far into his relationship with his kids. Although one of them came to stay with us for awhile. It was a strange experience not to be the oldest. She was trying to reconnect with her father, it was a strained relationship. It still seems to be. I&#39;ve maybe only met his son once. From all that I can tell they don&#39;t have much contact. I&#39;m afraid that the mistakes that he made with them torture him. When I was younger, it kind of irked me that he always introduced me as his son. These days, I&#39;m proud to say that I am a son with two very different fathers. I didn&#39;t always get along with the Godfather. In fact, we only really started to get along when I moved out of the house. I&#39;ve only recently started to appreciate all the tools he&#39;s given me to be a father. I&#39;m sure we&#39;ll have disagreements in the future. When you have opinions as strong as the Godfather&#39;s there&#39;s almost always a disagreement to be had. I&#39;ve always wanted to say that even though he may have made mistakes in his life, we all do, I think he saved mine. For that, I&#39;ll never know how to repay him. &lt;br /&gt;
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Listen to this to complete the experience:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/toddler-teasers-shapes/id303153532?mt=8&quot;&gt;Shapes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Or as it&#39;s affectionately known to Red 2 - &#39;HEXAGON?!?!&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
Red 2 looooooves this app. It&#39;s proper name is &#39;Toddler Teasers Shapes.&#39; This app has a lot going for it. It&#39;s free. It is simple enough for kids to work it, yet it keeps their attention. It&#39;s free. The voice work isn&#39;t grating. It&#39;s free. It&#39;s educational. Oh, I almost forgot: IT&#39;S FREE!!! This is a great app and it doesn&#39;t have to cost you a dime. They&#39;ve got little add on packs for colors and the like, which are worth it, in this Dad&#39;s humble opinion. This app has saved me a number of times from a screaming child in the Dairy section. I still don&#39;t get tired of hearing &#39;Daddy, play shapes? Daddy, itsa itsa Hexagon?&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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I also use &lt;a href=&quot;http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/glow-draw/id364873934?mt=8&quot;&gt;Glow Draw&lt;/a&gt; and the &lt;a href=&quot;http://itunes.apple.com/us/app/wooo-button/id286631949?mt=8&quot;&gt;Wooo! Button&lt;/a&gt; to lesser effect. They&#39;re alright, but Shapes is the only excellent kids app I&#39;ve found. (Granted I haven&#39;t looked super-hard either.) Warning: &#39;Wooo! Button&#39; is annoying as hell.&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s also extremely important to have a backup video of some kind on your iPhone. An episode of Dora or a Care Bears Movie or something. If you&#39;re too cheap to re-buy a kids video through iTunes or they don&#39;t have your kids favorite, check out Handbrake. Rip the dvd yourself and know that you&#39;ve always got that ace in the hole.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bottom Line: It&#39;s always best to mitigate your risk factors beforehand, make sure that bellies are full, drinks are tended to, and that naps have been had before getting in the car. Beyond that, with a little luck, &amp;nbsp;&#39;Shapes,&#39; and a backup video hopefully you&#39;re well prepared for any assault your toddler can launch.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/7043894442413003174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/11/small-selection-of-iphone-apps-to-keep.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/7043894442413003174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/7043894442413003174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/11/small-selection-of-iphone-apps-to-keep.html' title='A Small Selection of iPhone Apps to Keep Your Toddler Busy'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-2400742397005852974</id><published>2010-10-28T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T19:30:00.173-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="App Store"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apple"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tablets"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The More You Know"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things I like"/><title type='text'>The Rise of the Tablet</title><content type='html'>I had a talk with my wife the other night. (For simplicity&#39;s sake I&#39;ll refer to her as &#39;Red Leader&#39; from now on.) Red Leader is not big on getting new gadgets all the time. Take it as pragmatism, not as technophobia. (She&#39;s almost always online, I&#39;ve been unable to convince Red Leader to start blogging as of yet though.) Usually Red Leader just nods and says &#39;mmhmm&#39; as wives do when their husbands insist on spouting off tech specs of this, that or the other. Tonight however, Red Leader was on point as soon as I started blathering on about tablet computing. I mentioned the iPad and how it was likely future models would be able to do Facetime. Quoth Red Leader, &#39;The iPad doesn&#39;t even do Flash, besides, your arms would get tired and you&#39;d look stupid holding it up.&#39; She went on to say that Android tablets were currently underdeveloped and all current tablets are over-priced. After I wiped a tear from my eye (she &lt;i&gt;does&lt;/i&gt; listen to me!) I got to thinking about the role of tablets in the future. Tablets are gonna be a pretty big deal. (As a side note: I know that there is a difference between tablets, slates and e-readers, but for simplicity&#39;s sake I&#39;m going to refer to them all together here.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;The Home&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Tablets will make a big splash in the home. A few things will have to happen: the interfaces must be simple, any syncing must be wireless, ebooks must be supported well, and the must be rugged.&lt;br /&gt;
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The thing about tablets is that they can be many different things to the same person. To one person it could be a TV remote, an e-reader, a gaming device, a web browser, a calculator, a social media platform, a recipe card database and editor, a media player, a home indexer and on and on. What to take away from that is that someone may be using it as a remote, then go into the kitchen get flour all over it, wipe it off and watch an episode of &lt;i&gt;Good Eats&lt;/i&gt; while the cake bakes. Beyond all that it&#39;s not inconceivable that the same device will be made off with by a two year old when you&#39;re not looking.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;The School&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Students could use the heck out of tablets. They&#39;d need a few things too though: everything from the home list, stylus input, palm rejection, e-textbooks, mic-in for recording lectures, et. al. As a student you juggle a lot, keeping track of class materials is no small part of that. Another issue is mobility. Get a few books in your bag and it starts to feel like a ton, in addition to being bulky. To me, replacing all that with a single tablet is a very very exciting proposition.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;The Workplace&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Carrying a lot of student requirements over like palm rejection is crucial. Throwing in PDF reading and note-taking sweetens the pot. With this though, wireless syncing becomes critical. Device backups are incredibly important. Mobile e-mail and calender alerts and updating are important too. I recently read about a hospital giving doctors iPads recently, to use for accessing patient&#39;s charts etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Red Leader&#39;s the one that really needs to be sold on tablets. When you can make them cheap enough and functional enough that everyone &lt;i&gt;has&lt;/i&gt; to have them. That&#39;s when I&#39;ll know that tablet computing has really arrived.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/2400742397005852974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/rise-of-tablet.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/2400742397005852974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/2400742397005852974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/rise-of-tablet.html' title='The Rise of the Tablet'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-2517448546257738561</id><published>2010-10-27T23:21:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T13:41:36.179-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="telegraph"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The More You Know"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the revolution"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unconditional Love"/><title type='text'>The Way Our Kids Will See Tech</title><content type='html'>One generation always seems to lament the direction of the next.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.textually.org/textually/archives/archives/images/set2/telegraph1.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;224&quot; src=&quot;http://www.textually.org/textually/archives/archives/images/set2/telegraph1.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Those damn kids and their telegraph.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This is the way we age. We see the world slip away from our influence and call the next generation &#39;self-entitled.&#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3458127/2/istockphoto_3458127-graduation-guy-with-fist-and-diploma.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.istockphoto.com/file_thumbview_approve/3458127/2/istockphoto_3458127-graduation-guy-with-fist-and-diploma.jpg&quot; width=&quot;213&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I bet he printed this himself&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;I think about this as it relates to my daughter. Mostly I&#39;m excited fr her. I grew up in a time when tech adoption was on the rise. People had computers, not everybody, but it wasn&#39;t unheard of. Some people even had the internet. I remember the excitement when my Dad got cable internet. Being one of the lucky few with &#39;Roadrunner.&#39; Playing &#39;Warcraft,&#39; Wolfenstein 3D and Doom.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9e/Warcraft_Orcs_v_Humans_01.png&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9e/Warcraft_Orcs_v_Humans_01.png&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I remember the &lt;i&gt;first&lt;/i&gt; time orcs invaded.&lt;br /&gt;
You won&#39;t see any naked female trolls dancing on mailboxes in this world.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I saw the rise and fall of Napster, the rise of the iPod, the ubiquity of the cell phone. I&#39;m really excited for what my daughter will see in her lifetime. I grew up less information saturated than my daughter will. I used encyclopedias in grade school. My daughter will grow up with an entire world&#39;s worth of information at her fingertips. Obviously, how it will affect this generation will depend a ot on how they&#39;re taught to treat it. &amp;nbsp;I fully expect to not understand her thought process.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://derp.memebase.com/2010/10/07/hurr-durr-derp-face-hurrrr/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;hurr durr derp face - HURRRR&quot; src=&quot;http://chzderp.files.wordpress.com/2010/10/f41843f9-7bf3-497d-8d5a-470568f3c163.jpg&quot; title=&quot;hurr durr derp face - HURRRR&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
see more &lt;a href=&quot;http://derp.memebase.com/&quot;&gt;Durr&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep, that&#39;s me.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the rise of tablet computing on the horizon, all this information will literally be at her fingertips. That combined with coming advances in biotechnology make for a very exciting future.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;If we can cram a hard drive into sad Keanu&#39;s head,&lt;br /&gt;
imagine what we could do with someone happy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;All in all the future is looking pretty exciting. When I get old, I&#39;ll try and keep my mouth shut about how the next generation is screwing everything up.&lt;br /&gt;
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Edit: Thanks to Jeremy for the updated Warcraft image.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/2517448546257738561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/way-our-kids-will-see-tech.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/2517448546257738561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/2517448546257738561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/way-our-kids-will-see-tech.html' title='The Way Our Kids Will See Tech'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-5976950186825774597</id><published>2010-10-27T22:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-28T10:54:29.455-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="How to"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tech support"/><title type='text'>The Reason Tech Support Insults Your Intelligence</title><content type='html'>Anyone who&#39;s ever called tech support for anything has been frustrated to the point of introducing your phone to the nearest solid object or a relatively innocent sounding young woman to colorful American swear words. Sometimes it&#39;s the long hold times, sometimes it&#39;s the inane questions the support people ask you. &quot;Have you tried pressing the power button?&quot; I&#39;ve heard this question send people into a murderous rage.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why the hell would they ask you a question like that? Do they really think that you are that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;
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Short answer: Yes. Yes, they do think you&#39;re that stupid.&lt;br /&gt;
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Unfortunately, most of the time when a user reports something as &#39;broken,&#39; it&#39;s not actually broken. They&#39;re just using it wrong. Yeah, yeah, that might sound crass and elitist, but it&#39;s true. You could say that if the engineers designed it better so that using the latest gadget was more intuitive then people wouldn&#39;t have so many issues. You&#39;d be right. Taking it out on your low level, low paid tech support person won&#39;t help the issue though.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ok, so they ask me if I turned it on because that&#39;s often the problem?&lt;br /&gt;
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Yep.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height=&quot;344&quot; width=&quot;425&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/33AObkUC2Ns?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/33AObkUC2Ns?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;425&quot; height=&quot;344&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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This is an example of just that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Getting Ready to Call Tech Support&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So how can I make this process smoother?&lt;br /&gt;
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It&#39;s pretty easy most of the time. The first thing ou should do is consult the troubleshooting flowchart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;That is the process that all your local geeks will go through if they don&#39;t have experience with the device your asking about. It never hurts to consult this cheat sheet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;The next step is to ask your local geek for help, that friend or family member who you go to in times of trouble. If they can&#39;t figure it out it&#39;s time to call tech support.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Before we actually call, it&#39;s best to do a little reconnaissance. Gather the name of your gadget, serial number, tag number, model number and any other identifying markings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s also not a bad idea to go ahead and write down a description of the problem beforehand. Of course, double check all your cables too. Just to make sure they&#39;re tight and plugged into the right places. It&#39;s surprising how often a cable inexplicably gets loose. Once you have the phone number give tech support a call. Often they have a script to go through before they can escalate your call to a more experienced tech. At least this way you&#39;ve eliminated the simple stuff like loose cords and unpressed power buttons, so you don&#39;t waste twenty minutes on hold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: left;&quot;&gt;Hopefully this will save you a little time in the future and maybe even a little hair.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/5976950186825774597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/reason-tech-support-insults-your.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5976950186825774597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5976950186825774597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/reason-tech-support-insults-your.html' title='The Reason Tech Support Insults Your Intelligence'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-5163870737540337578</id><published>2010-10-21T19:30:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T19:30:00.616-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="App Store"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Apple"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Rants"/><title type='text'>Why the Mac App Store is kind of a big deal</title><content type='html'>Anyone who has used an iOS device knows that the App Store is a great way to get applications for your iPhone or iPad. In fact, it&#39;s the only way, unless you jailbreak. In many ways this is a good thing. &amp;nbsp;It provides for a better (arguably) user experience. It keeps buggy programs out (HA!). It provides the user with a central location to get new apps, and keep their old ones updated.&lt;br /&gt;
It&#39;s not all roses though. Thing is, for a long time Apple didn&#39;t tell anyone why they were rejecting Apps. They only recently published guidelines. Even then, it appeared to be out of pressure from consumers. Yay! Logical guidelines! This means that if someone follows the rules their App will be allowed right? Wrong. A lot of these rules are subjective. This is what concerns me about the Mac App Store. Mac users are a growing segment of the computer-using population. Giving them a dedicated place to check out new apps, buy them, update them and review them, is, on the surface, a great idea. The problem is that it also transfers more control to Apple. Here&#39;s the published &lt;a href=&quot;http://stadium.weblogsinc.com/engadget/files/mac-app-review.pdf&quot;&gt;guidelines&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;(thanks to Engadget). My concern ultimately stems from laziness. Once people have this one place to go, installing apps &quot;manually&quot; will become the domain of the geek. Meaning that great software may not be allowed into the app store, due to some guideline that had different meaning from reviewer to developer. These guidelines range from the plain stupid to anti-competitive.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;2.19 - Apps that require license keys or implement their own copy protection will be rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Really? Come on. (They must really hate Adobe and love software pirates)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;2.20 - Apps that present a license screen at launch will be rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Apple&#39;s single-handedly trying to rid the world of the EULA? I think not. That&#39;s one of the stupidest rules I&#39;ve ever heard of. Especially when you recall launching any Apple app for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;2.21 - Apps may not use update mechanisms outside of the App Store&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This means that if any exploits are found in software you downloaded from the App Store, you better hope that the App Store reacts *extremely* quickly. If you have to wait for something like a patch for pdf&#39;s that can remotely execute arbitrary code, you&#39;re in a bad spot. Prepare for the onslaught of Mac viruses.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;3.1 Apps with metadata that mentions the name of any other computer platform will be rejected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This one just seems anti-competitive. For example, &quot;Parallels Desktop 6 - &#39;The Windows Applications you need, on the Mac you love&#39;&quot; would be rejected for including that text in the description. Come on. That&#39;s retarded. &quot;Maybe if we just don&#39;t say the name, it won&#39;t exist!&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;4.3 - Apps that use location-based APIs for dispatch, fleet management, or emergency services will be rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Apple doesn&#39;t want anyone managing a fleet of trucks NEAR their products, let alone using one.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;5.3 - Apps which appear confusingly similar to an existing Apple product or advertising theme will be rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;This one all depends on how easily confused the reviewer is. Ridiculous.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;6.4 - Apple and our customers place a high value on simple, refined, creative, well though through interfaces. They take more work but are worth it. Apple sets a high bar. If your user interface is complex or less than very good it may be rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Another really subjective one. I guess Photoshop is out. I think it&#39;s complex.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;11.1 - Apps portraying realistic images of people or animals being killed or maimed, shot, stabbed, tortured or injured will be rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;No first person shooters on Mac. Depending on how you read it, you could eliminate most strategy games too.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;11.3 - &#39;Enemies&#39; within the context of a game cannot solely target a specific race, culture, a real government or corporation, or any other real entity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Wow, they really don&#39;t want Modern Warfare on the Mac platform, huh?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: x-large;&quot;&gt;12.1 - Apps that present excessively objectionable or crude content will be rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I find anything I disagree with to be excessively objectionable. (Really though, what concerns me on this one is the same thing as on the iPad and iPhone, media being censored to Apple&#39;s liking.)&lt;br /&gt;
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So, here&#39;s the thing, I&#39;m concerned about the power this could allow Apple to wield over it&#39;s users. Not just them though, developers too. As long as OS X doesn&#39;t end up like iOS, in that it&#39;s so locked down, the only way to install Apps is through Apple, everything will be fine. I just don&#39;t think that it&#39;ll stop there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Coming soon! &quot;How to Jailbreak your iMac&quot;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/5163870737540337578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-mac-app-store-is-kind-of-big-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5163870737540337578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5163870737540337578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-mac-app-store-is-kind-of-big-deal.html' title='Why the Mac App Store is kind of a big deal'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-3257661346967551492</id><published>2010-10-14T23:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T23:17:08.666-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="links"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="things I like"/><title type='text'>Some Things I&#39;ve Come Across That I Like</title><content type='html'>I saw Beta Dad because it was listed in the &quot;Blogs of Note.&quot; &amp;nbsp;This article is an excellent read, I&#39;m sure I&#39;ll be listing his posts long into the future, as things I like. This particular article is about Landlords, Tenants, and the Sheriff. Go check out the &lt;a href=&quot;http://butterbeanandcobra.blogspot.com/2010/10/worst-landlord-story-ever.html&quot;&gt;Worst Landlord Story Ever at Beta Dad&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Who doesn&#39;t love a little Conan?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://thisisnothelpful.tumblr.com/&quot;&gt;This is Not Helpful&lt;/a&gt; is a collection of unhelpful and typically bigoted Netflix movie reviews. Just browse the collection and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, there&#39;s also &lt;a href=&quot;http://jeremynelson1987.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;Jeremy&#39;s House of Trivia and Pancakes&lt;/a&gt;. There&#39;s usually something good to be read over there as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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Another &quot;Blog of Note&quot; is &lt;a href=&quot;http://myfirstdictionary.blogspot.com/&quot;&gt;My First Dictionary&lt;/a&gt;. You just have to see it. It&#39;s wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ll put more out here as I encounter it. For now, savor these.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/3257661346967551492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-things-ive-come-across-that-i-like.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/3257661346967551492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/3257661346967551492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/some-things-ive-come-across-that-i-like.html' title='Some Things I&#39;ve Come Across That I Like'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-7015885357951190863</id><published>2010-10-14T22:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T22:48:45.061-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Dad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="long days"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="my favorite phrases"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the best part"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The More You Know"/><title type='text'>The Best Way To End The Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a particularly long day. I am reminded though of one of the best parts of being Dad: coming home. Even if I&#39;m getting home late, like tonight because of a test, my daughter is always clamoring, trying to open the door. &quot;DADDY, DADDY, DADDY&quot; is one of the best phrases you&#39;ll ever hear. Even now as my daughter sits here with me eating popcorn and watching me compose a blog post, it&#39;s about a million times more relaxing than work or class. Seeing as how it&#39;s getting rather late in this part of the world, it&#39;s probably about time for her to head to bed. Maybe though we can sit and eat some popcorn for a little while longer...</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/7015885357951190863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-way-to-end-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/7015885357951190863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/7015885357951190863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/best-way-to-end-day.html' title='The Best Way To End The Day'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-5093133667187080778</id><published>2010-10-14T10:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T10:30:45.938-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="android"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="privacy"/><title type='text'>Facebook Phone</title><content type='html'>Lot&#39;s of people are talking about the idea of a Facebook phone. In my opinion, Facebook won&#39;t create it&#39;s own platform like iOS or something. That&#39;s too much work. My money is on Facebook modifying a version of Android, using it to mine data and advertise, and slapping a Facebook logo on a phone, right next to the Google logo. Mark my words, cell phones are the next Nascar Stock Car.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;For the doubters:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #222222; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px;&quot;&gt;YKAGTJKH9XSH&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/5093133667187080778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-phone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5093133667187080778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5093133667187080778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/facebook-phone.html' title='Facebook Phone'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-8759695501367095780</id><published>2010-10-13T19:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T19:23:56.777-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="80&#39;s Movies"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Delorean"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Fauxstalgia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nostalgia"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Two Dollars"/><title type='text'>30 Year Old Cotton Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Arial; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-size: 13px;&quot;&gt;&lt;object height=&quot;306&quot; width=&quot;500&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uM6Ms621898?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowscriptaccess&quot; value=&quot;always&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/uM6Ms621898?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0x3a3a3a&amp;amp;color2=0x999999&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot; allowscriptaccess=&quot;always&quot; allowfullscreen=&quot;true&quot; width=&quot;500&quot; height=&quot;306&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So seeing Michael J. Fox in a DeLorean makes me want a cure for Parkinson&#39;s worse than anything else I&#39;ve ever seen before.&lt;br /&gt;
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&quot;Back to the Future&quot; has caused that car to be added to my &quot;list of things to buy if I ever get rich.&quot; That&#39;s right, I&#39;ve got one of those in my back pocket, just in case I win the lottery or invent something amazing or rob a bank and flee to Mexico...&lt;br /&gt;
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Ha! Just kidding. Who&#39;d flee to Mexico in this political climate?&lt;br /&gt;
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While I&#39;d love to see a new &quot;Back to the Future&quot; flick, we know that Michael J. Fox just can&#39;t do it. It&#39;s not his fault or anything, but it&#39;s pretty obvious that it&#39;s not gonna happen. At least not with a Fox McFly. Maybe we could see his son doing something with a Fox Cameo. Who knows? It could happen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that my recent resurgence of 80&#39;s movie love has a lot to do with the fact that I watched &quot;Hot Tub Time Machine&quot; with my wife the other day. Yeah, it wasn&#39;t like an epic movie or anything, but this flick was loaded to the hilt with 80&#39;s themes and John Cusack. John Cusack produced the movie, and even seemed to be responsible for a nice little reference on the front end of the movie: &quot;I WANT MY TWO DOLLARS.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not saying I need a bunch of 80&#39;s movie remakes or sequels. I really don&#39;t want to see the brat pack in 3D.&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;ve always been a big fan of 80&#39;s flicks, even though they were a little before my time. I&#39;m having this huge upsurge of what I&#39;m gonna call fauxstalgia. That&#39;s right, not nostalgia, fauxstalgia. (Blogger keeps telling me I&#39;m spelling it wrong, well fuck you Blogger, I can spell &lt;s&gt;my own&lt;/s&gt; words however the hell I want. Edit: found it on Urban Dictionary after I &#39;made it up&#39;. LAME)&lt;br /&gt;
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Still though, I guess you could say I technically experienced the 80&#39;s, but my memories really start around the early 90&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;
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This presents me with a bit of a&amp;nbsp;quandary. I love 80&#39;s movies, but I suppose you could say my 80&#39;s &#39;cred&#39; is lacking.&lt;br /&gt;
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Is that any worse though, than liking a certain type of art? It&#39;s not a big deal if somebody says &quot;I like early-renaissance&amp;nbsp;art.&quot; (Well it is in some circles, but let&#39;s assume we have an open-minded crowd here.)&lt;br /&gt;
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I&#39;m not saying that 80&#39;s flicks are by their very nature better than movies from other decades, far from it. In fact, I consider those 80&#39;s movies that I enjoy so much to be cotton candy flicks. There&#39;s really not much there, but they melt really easily in your mouth and just taste like sugar.&lt;br /&gt;
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Look, I don&#39;t know how we got here, but thanks Michael J. Fox, for your years of service.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/8759695501367095780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-seeing-michael-j.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/8759695501367095780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/8759695501367095780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/so-seeing-michael-j.html' title='30 Year Old Cotton Candy'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-8502941328761586131</id><published>2010-10-12T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T20:00:02.855-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="alliteration"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Han Shot First"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="How to"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="NaNoWriMo"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Nazis"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Space"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Zombies"/><title type='text'>NaNoWriMo (With Space-Nazi-Zombies)</title><content type='html'>So I&#39;ve been seriously considering doing this &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.nanowrimo.org/&quot;&gt;NaNoWriMo&lt;/a&gt; (National Novel Writing Month) thing. Basically you have to write 50,000 words of fiction. The emphasis is not on good writing or anything crazy like that, it&#39;s just on cranking out a novel. You start on November 1 and must finish by November 30. For those who aren&#39;t quick with the calculator that&#39;s just under 1700 words per day. The idea is that you stop giving a crap about good writing and just give a crap about writing. It is against the spirit of the contest to write ahead of time, but they do encourage outlines and plot notes. So in that vein I&#39;ve had a few ideas.&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that any good novel should include the following.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Nazis&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://images.paraorkut.com/img/funnypics/images/c/cartman_hitler-12663.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;205&quot; src=&quot;http://images.paraorkut.com/img/funnypics/images/c/cartman_hitler-12663.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Because Hitler is funnier as a cartoon.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Every &lt;s&gt;good&lt;/s&gt; novel needs a bad guy. Besides, who doesn&#39;t love crapping on Nazi&#39;s?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Zombies&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://blastr.com/assets_c/2009/01/PrideAndPrejudiceAndZombies-thumb-300x455-12050.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://blastr.com/assets_c/2009/01/PrideAndPrejudiceAndZombies-thumb-300x455-12050.jpg&quot; width=&quot;210&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;An Example of an Author Who Knows What&#39;s What&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div&gt;You&#39;ve gotta include the Zombies just for that &lt;i&gt;WOW&lt;/i&gt; factor. You know like &quot;&lt;i&gt;WOW!&lt;/i&gt; The author was really reaching on that one!&quot; That goes double if you can make it a Zombie Redemption Tale...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;HA! Just kidding, we all know that the only way to redeem a zombie is to shoot &#39;em in the head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Pirates&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://beforeitsnews.com/ckfinder/userfiles/0000000000002602/images/060706-modern-pirates_big.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;282&quot; src=&quot;http://beforeitsnews.com/ckfinder/userfiles/0000000000002602/images/060706-modern-pirates_big.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Hmmm... I don&#39;t see any eyeliner on this guy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not fruity Jack Sparrow type of pirates. The kind of pirates that would sooner cut out your tongue than look at you. (Somalian pirates must pass an AK-47 maintenance and marksmanship test before being allowed to apply.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Combinations&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://bavatuesdays.com/files/2009/05/zombie_pirate-480x480.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://bavatuesdays.com/files/2009/05/zombie_pirate-480x480.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I&#39;d like to see Scooby Doo unmask this guy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Obviously the bad guy is the sum of his parts. So one zombie-nazi is worth one zombie and one nazi. Giving you two for the price of one. There are modifiers that can be considered multipliers, though.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Space-Anything&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://jacklightfoot.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/nazi-zombies-print.jpg?w=369&amp;amp;h=521&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://jacklightfoot.files.wordpress.com/2008/10/nazi-zombies-print.jpg?w=369&amp;amp;h=521&quot; width=&quot;226&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Space-Nazi-Zombies?!?!?! Our hero doesn&#39;t stand a chance.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Adding the prefix space- to your bad guys makes them twice as effective. (Same goes for good guys.) So that means that one Space-Nazi-Zombie is worth 2 Zombies and 2 Nazis. Making one Space-Nazi-Zombie worth four bad guys total. Now there&#39;s some bad guy density for you. It also instantly increases your credibility as a writer, to be able to come up with creative combinations such as these.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Alliterative Names&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://static.nameberry.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/alliteration.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;289&quot; src=&quot;http://static.nameberry.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/alliteration.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Now that&#39;s some alliteration I can get behind!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let&#39;s face it. People who read books are dumb. The only way that they&#39;ll remember your character&#39;s names is if you make them alliterative. Like Dak Daksterston, Dudley Dooright, or Frankie Feelgood. All of these are excellent protagonist names.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;Antagonists and Higher Education&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.insidesocal.com/tomhoffarth/16-dr%2520evil.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.insidesocal.com/tomhoffarth/16-dr%2520evil.jpg&quot; width=&quot;219&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;This guy looks perfectly trustworthy... Until I tell you he&#39;s a doctor!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Professor Moriarty, Dr. Kevorkian, Dr. Evil. What do they have in common? That&#39;s right, higher education. Again, I really need to stress the fact that people who read are stupid. They like to see the smart people fail, so if your bad guy has a doctorate in astrophysics, you&#39;re doing it right. (As an aside it helps to have a protagonist who&#39;s as dumb as possible. Maybe have him be a high-school dropout, who smokes crack. If he smokes crack though, it&#39;s got to be in a lovable way.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;The Flawed Protagonist&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-4/han-shot-first.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;230&quot; src=&quot;http://scrapetv.com/News/News%20Pages/Entertainment/images-4/han-shot-first.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;We all know that Han shot first. He&#39;s a killa.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;People are not perfect. To identify with your protagonist it&#39;s important to have them be flawed. It&#39;s a good idea for your hero to maybe have a chemical dependency, because we all know that 87% of Americans are in fact addicted to meth amphetamine. If your character is popping oxycontin every 3 paragraphs, you know you&#39;ve got a winner. (Protip: Avoid Cocaine, it was really only popular in the 80&#39;s and it&#39;s pretty expensive. Most of your readers are poor, so talking about Cocaine will only confuse them. The only exception to that rule is if your Hero is fighting Nazi Columbian Drug Cartels. In that case, Cocaine addiction provides a depth and richness to your hero. But seriously, he can quit any time.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;The Wasteland&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholyz83TeVk8TCvbcFkqwuRfER-UA5fbwNqK4AcbK7D-rHrl0fjigQhlEPxGJter2zeyXYexI7FufsPZalzpwikWtR0d2XmxT3fmfKGtnxwWm6hpMw71Iviq-NVvazlAsdRgUyFll7XLst/s1600/wasteland.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEholyz83TeVk8TCvbcFkqwuRfER-UA5fbwNqK4AcbK7D-rHrl0fjigQhlEPxGJter2zeyXYexI7FufsPZalzpwikWtR0d2XmxT3fmfKGtnxwWm6hpMw71Iviq-NVvazlAsdRgUyFll7XLst/s320/wasteland.jpg&quot; width=&quot;196&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;The Queen of England called him &#39;lugubrious.&#39; I call him pansy.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Everyone knows that mankind is doomed to kill themselves. Probably in 2012. Including the wasteland makes people feel better about their crappy lives. You&#39;ll forget about the leak in the roof of your trailer if you&#39;re reading about the nuclear holocaust.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Easy to Read Dialogue&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.impawards.com/2001/posters/fast_and_the_furious.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://www.impawards.com/2001/posters/fast_and_the_furious.jpg&quot; width=&quot;215&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;These movies are well known for their excellent dialogue.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;First off, dialogue is over-rated. As Junkie XL so eloquently put it, &quot;a little less conversation, a little more action.&quot; People hate reading whiny conversations between people, who just beat around the bush. Get right to it. You could spend 60 pages of a character hemming and hawing about telling someone they have AIDS. No-one wants to read that. Just say it: &quot;Jack Jargon has AIDS.&quot; There. I just saved you and your reader a hell of a lot of time. (Protip: Replace all that lame dialogue with word explosions. Kerpleweas;ldkfjasl;kdjf;alskdjfhgobcxvn.zx,mcviluqwehytiopuhasdkl;fghasiludhf;aklsdnlhjdfg;izxhc,hoaksdgh. I understand if you can&#39;t continue reading, because I just rocked your eyes right out of their sockets.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;h2&gt;Manly Heroes&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://thehosh.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/kickedterrorist.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://thehosh.files.wordpress.com/2008/02/kickedterrorist.jpg&quot; width=&quot;303&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Pretty sure his manliness level is OVER 9000!!!!!!!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;Nobody wants to read about some prissy man-boy. (The Little Prince is the exception to this rule, as he owned his own planet.) This is exactly the problem that many writers run into, they try to make a woman their protagonist thinking that all the sexy will even out the lack of manly. WRONG! This almost never works. Manliness should ooze from the pages. Take a cue from Hemingway, devote lengthy portions of your work to killing and/or maiming animals.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Treat Women as Objects&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://spencer.kall700sports.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/ben-roethlisberger-drunk-2.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;240&quot; src=&quot;http://spencer.kall700sports.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/03/ben-roethlisberger-drunk-2.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Yeah. He knows what he&#39;s doing.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This one&#39;s pretty self-explanatory. No one will respect you as a writer unless all the women in your novel are objectified into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;h2&gt;Write While Loaded&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowldc/files/original/scotch.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;258&quot; src=&quot;http://www.mediabistro.com/fishbowldc/files/original/scotch.jpg&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;I love scotch! Scotchy, scotchy scotch scotch!&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;This one&#39;s a pretty self-explanatory one too. Don&#39;t even think about picking up the pen until you can&#39;t see straight. C&#39;mon, don&#39;t be a wuss, all the cool authors are doing it. You could be in the company of such greats as: Ernst Hemingway, John Berryman and Richard Brautigan.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;In Conclusion&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Hopefully, if anyone decides to go on ahead and go through with this Novel writing thing, they&#39;ll heed my advice. Including my suggestions will make your novel shine with awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;
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Or not. Either way, I’m here to walk you through a basic installation. An excellent way to try out Ubuntu is just by using the live CD. A live CD basically allows you to pop the CD into your computer, restart and try it out without installing anything. This is a great way to ‘get your feet wet,’ so to speak.&amp;nbsp; The only problem is that you don’t really get the experience of installing new software and customizing it to your liking. Which is a big part of living in that world. Ubuntu is one of the easiest to use and install Linux Distributions I’ve ever used. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For today we’re just going to step through a simple install. Here’s what you’ll need.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul&gt; &lt;li&gt;An Ubuntu Installation ISO (Download it &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.ubuntu.com/desktop/get-ubuntu/download&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;A blank CD  &lt;li&gt;A CD Writer  &lt;li&gt;CD writing software (I use &lt;a href=&quot;http://isorecorder.alexfeinman.com/isorecorder.htm&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;)  &lt;li&gt;A computer to install Ubuntu on (I recommend using a machine that’s not your main one for homework/work, and doesn’t have a bunch of stuff that you would miss if you lost on the hard drive, like pictures of your child, or the only copy of the novel you’ve been writing for 6 years.) Just in case things go awry.)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;1. Preparation&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;First things first, get your download done, get your machine all ready to go, get your disc burned. (It’s also not a bad idea to have a nice cold drink on hand.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;2. Restart Your Machine with the Disc Inside&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pretty self explanatory. Stick the disc in and restart. Most machines will automatically boot the disc, sometimes though you’ll have to tell the machine to boot from cd. It usually involves pressing an f-key like f1 or f2 to get the boot menu. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Once it boots up, you’ll be shown this screen. Here’s where you can make the decision to install or just try it out. For our purposes we’re going to click the ‘Install Ubuntu’ button.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/7GHk-ZtBRZHmfWN38KsVCSLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhrHJcBFTYN2Ehyr8DYXHWKywXQGcTGml_-JZ_2HuILxBYngLa8nnFfkM2yUMvh_zK72rngkaglf8K4kE70dkSYnnycAnMz82t9eNvPoXKaO17GoBHA5U5wMNOXxR66pHtlszTtd4pzq0/s400/1.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;3. Begin the Installation&lt;/h2&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So now we’ve committed to installing Ubuntu on our machine. The next screen you’re shown is one verifying a few installation requirements. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha6OfDMbjzL9KsPwaATZ-3DnqB2KJd2AwbQMOy0zfLtLQF0Qm5lUwrByMKT_PDyHj57WStYnjtM-82RfC4remMaS4WctBbjRrg-ZXGubnkorBoMImB24r4VTWqvmdLKudschnXS9TV9c0/s400/3.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’ll tick the boxes for ‘Download updates while installing’ and ‘Install this third-party software’ to save a little time after installation. There’s lengthy explanations online as to why DVD and mp3 support isn’t just baked in. It has a lot to do with the associated industries and their panties being bunched up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Next we specify our installations. I’m installing on a clean disk, so I’m going to use the whole thing. If you’re installing on an old machine or something you can o the same thing, or you can install it side-by-side with windows or whatever. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/t1R7nOqJQDmUTH3KCVh5vyLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIsNWmSX2PrsD7GT_PT9NbclaZwQJDKJqGfZyEEZdpgZJnCZEsbF5pEc5WLdN8HChLPOfiOH6ARkFgRnpN2QOaLcRvIqqM-wDQp7s_dS6UI1-18BzQEw3_i5E0jJRBZQCfazywLZ93-IQ/s400/4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then we click ‘Forward’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/-UuK8XOWt4bNMtO1Z_jeiSLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAIqG4TI9B-q05yDuuj1AXFgywql2izTDUK1gNrh2y76uGOIE3k6WznspxF6oXXy3suJzdSuVtHe4uEH8n5P0nY4z7Pke1lG0w02kOECmIY5DqdNWIq_lLwjM_lXjvLULcLfbxnYf_uyg/s400/5.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we click ‘Install Now’ after verifying our info. It starts installing. This is a difference between this version and the last version. It allows you to fill out information after it begins installing. So you don’t lose as much time while it’s installing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;First the time zone, it’s usually pretty good about finding you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/GILOJfUmfASwKErl1xjwfSLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxQK1FWIr1r5_jIPokCfbjUFEKg_A2V15T9nnC_qIIGTXY86juDvtIpSAYNM3qVboTj_eVdY1LxQF0xwyesMX54HSHbySHM-1RHzbbE3Hp6uz92UOgTBY2pYqcDcQru1twOcSfc-um590/s400/6.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then the keyboard info.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/E31dYlogPFA3I7eWkO__RSLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvGTrDGiUlU4S9xZKhTLj7OcoZJIWBWU3_6oRCFqS2FAOnNFayWO0nkTLDhw2Tk2436N6d8RYYNpxi9uwnPYP7li_M27Byz8x0I4iqA1ZAutegM5RFVnOt4scrQFwbxtW4dz2_C4CdzIw/s400/7.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Then your computer name and account info.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/Jc-TOYNJKOy04bDzrt1YjSLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_he6ecXlDAwUGAcRwAYi7q-zam6BkE-CiD1bXUZDx_sQ_M6lAVcFqxUNOgMXciv81rFnle4etoerOg1K_uFYFY69SZ7ljFWvT1Qjb-GS1kPjAoU1W48sSgxrC6OW2pQj-X0RIC7xmI60/s400/8.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that, we get a lovely little slideshow talking about some nice new features, et cetera.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/NXfJ5VwMXhTPxa0sc6DagyLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMzCogTBjjFn5eUjuyKN6rfdj4lOYbQG2ntNqhJXzXXuX1GD2xIenNlAmmFgNtYMyFdeG7Ij1UOmhjj9Ltmgn0mkS4EJPusge8JpDLyOPlAb38s1S68oNB9A9Bst1Lxf2Vo7cQ93BehIA/s400/9.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After all the file copying and installation is done, you’ll get a dialog asking you to restart your computer. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/tZcefp0GPwx5lecnkr2sQyLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim1yncLRSOFzqEb_h4qyxAgw9JGPsVFyZZsLMk12wPpUZbk6HE1ll6LpR_O1sEm987VdzoK584g-oKHnXLqhlECj90DXgP4IqNK-pdff1m2EfA2l8UWRFitrmvHdFgViYhtG3qR3JWjYI/s400/10.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just click that little button and we can move on. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;4. Post-Installation&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’ve got some more stuff to cover as far as post installation goes. We might want to install some restricted drivers and of course I’ve got my favorite software picks and settings to change. For right now, we’ll just go over setting up your chat. In my opinion it’s one of the best features of the latest versions of Ubuntu. The ‘Me Menu is a built-in chat client, integrated right into your operating system. The notifications are pretty classy too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So clicking on the little envelope on the upper right will give you the social drop down menu. We’re going to click ‘Set Up Chat.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlKNQJufQiZSkGigKhwCbtvyBif2uOpon6AU2XYVVdGisx52IYYp6SnyismWTWllORdHjA95e2mYxULJjow4u0_QMSXM0XdzL6FHxbjG2FYYKqK9ufz_cRJFEUAMS8l5DIdpnuFt1ZH-s/s400/13.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Clicking it brings up the Empathy Set Up Menu.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/_JSNWP9VT3XINe8K_vpdyyLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr2fUdz7rV4haZJqYQUFsO0Hifg2iiv4NNMjNeObxgJ5s3BFlC9WAnXrAHJ_4hVslbBBxsuq_zU4bvCCjaPco_nRGRmv2vl3LPzxppH74rZkoQS3yuMA-OpUVdg5Qx7fU8VZi5szhC_1M/s400/14.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Click ‘Forward’ &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://picasaweb.google.com/lh/photo/gZxOmpKQoALcNgdIS-LbGyLUHNQgnh3jstcHOPhJAn4?feat=directlink&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjsqTn8X3E8VDSLDC66p-WPK-_k3XgMtev_5-kOTVaYzNWfs3sc2gcY1qyyqRRllBbRvojRHvV-wPrPMWzkNfVmmCza5F9Fbb79uaozVU37wvoE_F1hkNlo-9qhOFsR_mhyphenhyphenrk16BgponC8/s400/15.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We’ll go on ahead and enter our facebook information. There’s many different protocols that are supported by Empathy, if you’d like to add more accounts just tick the little radio button that says ‘Yes.’&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizwZLksKPKKiErNocDmnvsQP-g3Vs1qbvpBgtsFMO00zRB6cO-LD4fYi4OD6xqAPGiYvagCfEtqLqNdq-pZLoK31XTIXPnqcCUwEOB_mJblzU2dGD9r8ADisqPsqlgsd8Lb0naHUDMTUs/s400/17.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Empathy has a feature for chatting in your network as well. You can disable it, but that’s not any fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After you click ‘Apply’ it will show you the contacts menu. Now you can change your status from the ‘Me Menu’, that’s also where you will add accounts in the future. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWqYX5CovzCKLDA28rnGPxDjgZ5TNeuGpWRnv1hhZmufTL9L2VfaW0nrVS1e_PmQfStwivJ4CLwJjeO2TMH8rJLk_gzSWi0As_SUWoH-atgBzhbJ7Zgps4e7w9-cdCLQm0syos7tZHvBs/s400/18.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is where I’m going to stop for now. We can get into a little tour in another post. I’ve got a few things that I like to do with any new Ubuntu installation. Until then, poke around, use the applications. Try it out. It’s easy to use and way less intimidating than it seems. &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/6080666628971090226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-install-ubuntu-with-pictures.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/6080666628971090226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/6080666628971090226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-install-ubuntu-with-pictures.html' title='How to Install Ubuntu (with pictures)'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhrHJcBFTYN2Ehyr8DYXHWKywXQGcTGml_-JZ_2HuILxBYngLa8nnFfkM2yUMvh_zK72rngkaglf8K4kE70dkSYnnycAnMz82t9eNvPoXKaO17GoBHA5U5wMNOXxR66pHtlszTtd4pzq0/s72-c/1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-3031844219411769618</id><published>2010-10-10T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:44:39.799-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christine O&#39;Donnell</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height=&quot;288&quot; width=&quot;512&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.hulu.com/embed/CQCdw_RIjb_zJ3rP9vXL8w&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.hulu.com/embed/CQCdw_RIjb_zJ3rP9vXL8w&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;  width=&quot;512&quot; height=&quot;288&quot; allowFullScreen=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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My problem is that she&#39;s not qualified for it. So there&#39;s that. Anyway, I&#39;m no political pundit.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/3031844219411769618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/christine-odonnell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/3031844219411769618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/3031844219411769618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/christine-odonnell.html' title='Christine O&#39;Donnell'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-4281680606385131300</id><published>2010-10-09T23:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-10T10:37:55.632-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jay Pharoah</title><content type='html'>Just a thought as I watch SNL. Jay Pharoah is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height=&quot;288&quot; width=&quot;512&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.hulu.com/embed/0QkhCz2c0MY6rZl_okdPPw&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.hulu.com/embed/0QkhCz2c0MY6rZl_okdPPw&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;  width=&quot;512&quot; height=&quot;288&quot; allowFullScreen=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height=&quot;288&quot; width=&quot;512&quot;&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;movie&quot; value=&quot;http://www.hulu.com/embed/9SII89y0YFHGP3nhSTQkxw&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name=&quot;allowFullScreen&quot; value=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src=&quot;http://www.hulu.com/embed/9SII89y0YFHGP3nhSTQkxw&quot; type=&quot;application/x-shockwave-flash&quot;  width=&quot;512&quot; height=&quot;288&quot; allowFullScreen=&quot;true&quot;&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Just a couple of examples.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/4281680606385131300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/jay-pharoah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/4281680606385131300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/4281680606385131300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/jay-pharoah.html' title='Jay Pharoah'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-8140656576943704102</id><published>2010-10-08T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T21:00:01.664-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Netflix"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Octopods"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="streaming"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="television"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the revolution"/><title type='text'>Why Netflix is Exciting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Let me start out by saying that I am not a Netflix shill, but a real Netflix customer. Of course a shill would say that…&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So we got Netflix back before streaming was a big deal. Streaming? What the hell are you talking about? I’m talking about being able to watch a video without ‘downloading’ it. (You really are, but for clarity’s sake we’ll just say that you’re not.) You can get on YouTube and stream a video. Like this one!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;padding-bottom: 0px; margin: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; float: none; padding-top: 0px&quot; id=&quot;scid:5737277B-5D6D-4f48-ABFC-DD9C333F4C5D:2fc89356-e594-40a0-89fb-0e56fe97f991&quot; class=&quot;wlWriterEditableSmartContent&quot;&gt;&lt;div id=&quot;03840274-77a5-4a40-ad8a-30ef928eeb8d&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0px; padding: 0px; display: inline;&quot;&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IAGxTsEmGek&quot; target=&quot;_new&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipvz0mdY6LIbns69qxRnYvCAiRIJ0Sfqb8O4qfU5rVSkNMfHRJEQBzwDeLpuG5DiFHjbVz12cAL2gIB-GnN233Xz7O_lUDlGQAjYMQw-2jpUrbZlkSxB1Bu2CA0pk3k1Fwtey2Iaq0-Nc//?imgmax=800&quot; style=&quot;border-style: none&quot; galleryimg=&quot;no&quot; onload=&quot;var downlevelDiv = document.getElementById(&#39;03840274-77a5-4a40-ad8a-30ef928eeb8d&#39;); downlevelDiv.innerHTML = &amp;quot;&amp;lt;div&amp;gt;&amp;lt;object width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;param name=\&amp;quot;movie\&amp;quot; value=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/IAGxTsEmGek?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/param&amp;gt;&amp;lt;embed src=\&amp;quot;http://www.youtube.com/v/IAGxTsEmGek?hl=en&amp;amp;hd=1\&amp;quot; type=\&amp;quot;application/x-shockwave-flash\&amp;quot; width=\&amp;quot;448\&amp;quot; height=\&amp;quot;252\&amp;quot;&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/embed&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/object&amp;gt;&amp;lt;\/div&amp;gt;&amp;quot;;&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;width:448px;clear:both;font-size:.8em&quot;&gt;We might as well learn a little about octopods while we’re here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That, friends, is an example of streaming video. Beamed straight from the interwebs, right into your eyeholes. Now you’re wondering what the big deal is and what this has to do with Netflix.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Netflix started out as a DVD’s by mail setup. You enter the movies you want online in a list, then they send you whatever is available on your list. You mail the ones you’re done watching back and they send you more, ad infinitum. That was neat and all, but their big selling point then was that you could keep the discs as long as you wanted and not have to go farther than your mailbox. A nice selling point to be sure. Even Netflix knew that this was just a means to an end though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When a company names itself Netflix, instead of something like Mailflix. You know they had a goal in mind. That goal, was to deliver content through that series of tubes to your home. No disc involved. That’s a pretty lofty goal. One that seemed highly unlikely at the time. Now though, we’re getting closer and closer everyday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A few months ago Netflix made an interesting deal. It seemed to be that Netflix execs had gone crazy! They would no longer be getting movies for release as soon as they came out. Netflix would have to wait thirty days before they could let customers rent movies from Warner Brothers. The same news just came out about Sony Pictures. Has Netflix gone the way of Tom Cruise?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://celebs.icanhascheezburger.com/2009/01/28/celebrity-pictures-tom-cruise-tom/&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;mine_2992776&quot; title=&quot;celebrity-pictures-tom-cruise-tom&quot; alt=&quot;Tom Cruise&quot; src=&quot;http://roflrazzi.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/celebrity-pictures-tom-cruise-tom.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;see more &lt;a href=&quot;http://celebs.icanhascheezburger.com&quot;&gt;Lol Celebs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;No, not to fear, Netflix hasn’t started mixing any kool-aid or anything. Netflix has made these seemingly crazy deals because it allows them to &lt;strong&gt;massively&lt;/strong&gt; expand their online offerings. Meaning that Netflix can stream lots and lots more content than it used to be able to. Netflix ‘Instant Watch’ used to be primarily comprised of Indie films. Which is good, it got me watching some Indie and Foreign films that I might not have done otherwise.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;http://failblog.org/2009/01/11/netflix-suggestion-fail/&quot;&gt;&lt;img class=&quot;alignnone size-full wp-image-11023&quot; title=&quot;fail-owned-netflix-suggestion-fail&quot; alt=&quot;fail owned pwned pictures&quot; src=&quot;http://failblog.wordpress.com/files/2009/01/fail-owned-netflix-suggestion-fail.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;see more &lt;a href=&quot;http://failblog.org&quot;&gt;funny videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok, they’re not always on point with suggestions, but there’s good stuff there. The point is that now they’ve got more streaming stuff. In making these deals Netflix also secured a bunch more streaming stuff. That wouldn’t be super exciting if you could only watch ‘Instant Watch’ on your computer. Yeah, it would be nice and all, but that’s not really exciting. Good news though! You can watch Netflix streaming content on your TV! That means, that given the right equipment you can have essentially the same experience as renting a DVD from Blockbuster or Netflix. Only you have to do even less than walking to your mailbox. Now it’s as easy as picking out a flick. There’s lots of ways that you can do this, through XBOX or on a Roku box, some TV’s and blu-ray players have Netflix built-in. (Go &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.netflix.com/NetflixReadyDevices&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for more on that one.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;“Ok, ok that’s cool and all. I still don’t get why you’re freaking out about this.” The reason I’m freaking out about all this streaming goodness is because it’s signaling a real shift in content delivery. Up until this point you could get video content in your home a few ways. It started with television transmission through the air, then you could get vhs (or betamax) then laserdisc, then dvd’s, satellite, cable and blu-ray. The internet as a video content delivery system is just now starting to become a real possibility. Many people have high speed connections to their homes, and they have devices capable of playing back that content smoothly. Think about it like music. We had the same thing happen. Now almost all music is delivered digitally. Whether it’s streaming or downloaded through something like Amazon or iTunes. Sure, sure they’re experimenting with video sales like this too, but HD videos are really large files, and it would be hard to have a large collection of movies on your computer. (We’ll get more into that later.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are on the cusp of a major shift in the way that people get their movies. Netflix is on the bleeding edge of this revolution. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh, this revolution &lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt; be televised.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I can agree ‘Green Acres,’ ‘Beverly Hillbillies,’ and ‘Petticoat Junction’ will not be relevant, though. &lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/8140656576943704102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-netflix-is-exciting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/8140656576943704102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/8140656576943704102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-netflix-is-exciting.html' title='Why Netflix is Exciting'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-4901876636892407752</id><published>2010-10-07T21:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T21:00:00.778-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The More You Know"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unconditional Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vader"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Your Parents"/><title type='text'>How To Deal With Your Kids Destroying Your Gadgets</title><content type='html'>Let’s face it, we love our families, but accidents happen. Well, they may not seem accidental but you know that your son or daughter does not know that blackberries and toilets do not go together. Maybe they got done playing with your iPod touch and chucked it onto the floor from a high chair, making that popping noise that we’ve all heard horror stories about.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of my favorite tools was my Livescribe Pulse Smartpen. One day, my daughter took it off of it’s charging cradle on my desk and decided it would make a good straw. Sierra Mist and electronics obviously don’t mix well. We tried to save it. We did all we could, but it was lost. For a moment, I felt like screaming, then crying, then I realized what would happen if I did those things. Screaming at my daughter wouldn’t bring my pen back, and Daddy sobbing uncontrollably wouldn’t do anything either. (It also helped that it happened while I was at work.) I had to take a moment and think about how to handle his. I couldn’t just punish her. She wouldn’t understand, she’s still too young for that. Luckily I didn’t lose anything, it had already synced all my recordings and notes. What to do… What to do…&lt;br /&gt;
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You’re a parent now. Your kid is gonna do a hell of a lot more damage to your wallet and/or job/school in the future. Grow a pair and get over it.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thus far my experience as a father has taught me at least a few gems: kids break shit, often it’s your stuff, not theirs. There’s no instruction manual for this job. Sure you can read books and crap, but ultimately, you’ll catch yourself emulating your parents. When your kids test you in the worst kind of way, you’re gonna reach inside and pull something out, it’s better a sad grunt or sigh rather than the back of your hand. Your kids are only interested in playing with your gadgets because you are interested in them and they wanna be just like you. So learn how to let crap like this go now, so that when your kid runs your car into a pole, but still has the guts to tell you, you handle it right then too. Practice makes perfect.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/4901876636892407752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-deal-with-your-kids-destroying.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/4901876636892407752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/4901876636892407752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-to-deal-with-your-kids-destroying.html' title='How To Deal With Your Kids Destroying Your Gadgets'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYdGb3FJhQh79wtEGGNQs0xYy2d5vQD_WNgreo0TirW5a2WrbF1dW1fXClRSeRDsp2vippVNfAxMolbYsSM_Aeowe6sqP6gXkuMhmZkwcPwhKf4nO6Fb1Gko5eCeUo1jlreeDUau4_YZw/s72-c/?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-5875180368636337872</id><published>2010-10-06T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-06T21:00:00.447-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dead to me"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="email"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="instant messaging"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lolcats"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="phones"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="telegraph"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="text messages"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="voicemail"/><title type='text'>Why voicemail is dead (to me)</title><content type='html'>If there’s a young person or standard geek in your life, you know about the voicemail problem. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://icanhascheezburger.com/2009/04/13/funny-pictures-it-waz-receeved/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;funny pictures of cats with captions&quot; class=&quot;mine_3736280&quot; src=&quot;http://icanhascheezburger.wordpress.com/files/2009/03/funny-pictures-cat-ignores-your-phone-call.jpg&quot; title=&quot;funny-pictures-cat-ignores-your-phone-call&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
see more &lt;a href=&quot;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&quot;&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Even if your call wasn’t ignored by the recipient. Which let’s face it, sometimes it’s necessary. Many people don’t even have landlines anymore, so you’re calling their cell phone, they may be in a meeting or class or something else respectable and important. You leave them a voicemail, and when they call you back you find that they never even listened to your carefully crafted voicemail. &lt;br /&gt;
It’s quite easy to take this as an affront. Please, don’t. We truly don’t mean for it to make you feel unimportant or anything like that. Allow me to explain.&lt;br /&gt;
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As a geek and part of this new generation that grew up with the internet, I’m always plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://icanhascheezburger.com/2010/04/26/funny-pictures-come-from-internet/&quot;&gt;&lt;img alt=&quot;funny pictures of cats with captions&quot; src=&quot;http://icanhascheezburger.files.wordpress.com/2010/04/funny-pictures-cat-comes-from-internet.jpg&quot; title=&quot;funny-pictures-cat-comes-from-internet&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
see more &lt;a href=&quot;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&quot;&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people bemoan this as the latest sign that society is collapsing and that we’re all doomed to failure. That’s just inter-generational jousting. Really. People whined about the telegraph too, I promise. One major effect that this has had on people is the desire for instant transmission of information. We didn’t listen to the voicemail because we assumed that you wanted to talk to us. So we called you back. If you wanted something specific, you would have contacted us via text message, or some sort of instant messaging platform. At this point even those are getting outmoded. Many of us use email in this way, but again, even email feels slow for certain things. Don’t be afraid to text a question. You don’t have to compromise your grammatical leanings either. Many phones can handle the breakup and re-combination of longer text messages. The idea is that you can transfer your information to us as quickly as possible. Then we can respond in kind, often you don’t have to wait that way.&lt;br /&gt;
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Voicemail sucks. In it’s original form, as a replacement for the answering machine it was a great idea. At this point though, so many people are always available that it doesn’t make sense to leave messages in a format that feels so arcane. It takes much more time to listen to a voicemail and get the point than it does to read 140 characters. We’re just trying to be efficient.&lt;br /&gt;
Don’t worry, be happy. Everything is going to be all right. We can survive this together!&lt;br /&gt;
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see more &lt;a href=&quot;http://icanhascheezburger.com/&quot;&gt;Lolcats and funny pictures&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;http://knowyourmeme.com/memes/lolcats&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;If you have no freaking clue why I put in all these pictures of cats, click here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe in awhile we’ll do a series on memes, what they are and some popular (if outdated) ones.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/5875180368636337872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-voicemail-is-dead-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5875180368636337872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/5875180368636337872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/why-voicemail-is-dead-to-me.html' title='Why voicemail is dead (to me)'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-34676264867000827</id><published>2010-10-05T21:00:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:00:01.728-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Baby Pictures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Facebook"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Kids"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Teen Angst"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The More You Know"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Unconditional Love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Your Parents"/><title type='text'>3 Things That You Just Don’t ‘Get’ Until You Have Kids</title><content type='html'>As I look back on my teen years, I was a pretty angry teenager. Not necessarily at my parents, but like most teenagers, I had that angst fueled desire to be contrary to everything. I recall thinking at one point, “I don’t owe my parents anything! They should be glad to have me around.” Now, I have a daughter of my own. There’s something about that parent to child relationship that’s never reciprocated. When you become a parent, you realize how much you owe your parents, for not just leaving you on the side of the road somewhere as an infant. It sure would have been easier than raising your whiney ass.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;h2&gt;1. Unconditional Love&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We all play that game in a relationship. “Would you still love me if…” “I was paralyzed from the neck down and you had to take care of my every need?”&lt;br /&gt;
There’s at least one person in your life who’s already done that for you. Care to guess who? That’s right children, it’s your parents. If you are a standard issue Earth-native humanoid, you were born to a parent or parents. Even if your birth parents gave you up to adoptive parents who could better care for you, someone loved you enough to take care of you when you were completely incapable of anything on your own. You couldn’t eat by yourself, you couldn’t clean the feces from your little bum, you couldn’t even walk at first. In the world of mammals, that’s pretty bad. The whole time your parents were doing that, you were completely oblivious. You probably threw up on them, pooped on them, and did things that you would be mortified about now. Your parents took it all in stride. Sure, they were likely disgusted the first time you smeared poop on their hands, but eventually they just said “Ugh, again?” and wiped it off. How would you feel if someone you just met two days before got poop on your hands, kept you up all night, demanded to be fed every few hours and just laid around the rest of the time? Yet, your parents did all of that for you. Still though, without being a parent, that’s something that you just won’t get.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;2. People Freaking Out About Their Kid Doing Seemingly Unimpressive Things&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, it used to piss me off just hearing it: “Oh my God! Robbie just grabbed for that block!” “OH OH HE’S STACKING THEM!!!”&lt;br /&gt;
Before you fire off that sarcastic retort, cut the lady some slack. Seriously, taking point 1 into consideration, it’s easy to see how this kid doing anything is exciting. Babies only eat, sleep, poop and cry for their first few months of life. Hell, the only time they smile at you is when they have gas. So you spend all your time with this little bundle that is incapable of caring for itself in any way shape or form and then one day, they start to see things beyond their own bodies. They start to notice that there is a world beyond their fingers and the nipple of their bottle. That, friends, is an exciting thing to witness.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;h2&gt;3. The Baby Pictures&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Everyone knows that person. They’ve got 10 albums on Facebook dedicated to pictures of their child. Everyone knows that kid is not near as cute as their parents think it is. Nobody wants to see all those lame pictures of what looks like your kid passing gas.&lt;br /&gt;
I hate when people overdo stuff like that too. Before you start taking up torches for the great Facebook Flame war take a second to consider the venue. Facebook is a social medium. People go there to talk about their lives. When someone has a baby, it’s a life-altering event. “Yeah, yeah, I know, I get it.” you think sarcastically. You don’t though. You just can’t understand something like that until you experience it. Facebook is a place where people talk about their lives and the important things in them. When your friend only posts pictures of their baby, it’s because 1) they don’t have time for anything else and 2) that kid is now the most important thing in their life.&lt;br /&gt;
So put down the weapon and step away from the keyboard. It’s annoying I know, but just let them do what they do and ignore the ten million photo albums. It’s hard, to be sure, but you’ll survive, I promise.&lt;br /&gt;
So this is definitely not a comprehensive list, but it’s a start. At the very least, you should go tell your mom thanks for wiping your ass for you so many times.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/34676264867000827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-things-that-you-just-dont-get-until.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/34676264867000827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/34676264867000827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/3-things-that-you-just-dont-get-until.html' title='3 Things That You Just Don’t ‘Get’ Until You Have Kids'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5760374813017510659.post-4847663960749671654</id><published>2010-10-04T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T22:54:31.409-05:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Introductions"/><title type='text'>A long time ago, in a galaxy far away…</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There was a man. A man who felt the need to get writing again. That man is me. I used to love writing. I spent a lot of time thinking that someday I might be a professional writer. That idea somehow morphed to lawyer. Then to computer scientist. Finally we’ve arrived at computer engineer. Even though I’ve long given up on becoming the next great author, I still feel the desire to “put pen to paper.” So that’s what this is about. Just scratching that writing itch. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Why are we here?&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;A question that has plagued mankind since we could understand speech. Fortunately, I’m going to limit the scope on that question to this blog. Why are we here (at this blog)? Easy, I’m here to talk about whatever I feel like and you’re here to listen and respond. Or not. Whatever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;h2&gt;What are you going to write about?&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s the easy question. Whatever I feel like. I’ve got some fairly varied interests, so I don’t want to limit the time we have to just one or two topics. Even though it arguably makes for a better blog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Why does your opinion on anything matter?&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;It doesn’t. Man, that takes a lot of pressure off of me. Really though, it’s more about a fairly unique perspective.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Who are you anyway?&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m a dad. Still pretty green at it too. My daughter is two years old. She’s already taught me more than I ever thought I’d learn from a kid. I’m also a full time student. Working towards a degree in computer engineering. In addition to all that, I’m an IT Guy. Working full time to support my family.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h2&gt;Why the Star Wars references?&lt;/h2&gt; &lt;p&gt;That’s another perspective thing I guess. I’m a technophile and geek. I have been as long as I can remember, loving things from Star Wars to anime. My first real job paid for all the parts to build my first computer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So, let’s sum it all up. I’m here to write whether you’re here to read or not. I’m a technophile/geek/dad/student/IT Guy. I wear many hats, we may as well add blogger to my collection. Hopefully this’ll be something fun. I’ve got a few ideas for entries, but mostly we’ll play it by ear.&lt;/p&gt;  </content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/feeds/4847663960749671654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-time-ago-in-galaxy-far-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/4847663960749671654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5760374813017510659/posts/default/4847663960749671654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blasters2babies.blogspot.com/2010/10/long-time-ago-in-galaxy-far-away.html' title='A long time ago, in a galaxy far away…'/><author><name>Drew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01205181185006301812</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJjVyoQB0wcvtFT3TkXC015-5xtiYch0MfrhnloLtIrvO1TOj_0dPeNPp28h179LF4J4jdwu7hRM_uDo6tZII4WvepwzT9O4ls3gNnUR4-JyQCZ2zmWmuxtANZ0676sUU/s220/48989_66801971_5944065_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>