I know what I want for next Christmas, already. Even more than a Red Ryder BB gun. Seriously.
(I’m kidding about the BB gun. I don’t even like that movie.)
Month: March 2005
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amaroK, a media player for KDE
Having grown somewhat discontent with the venerable XMMS, I cast about last week during quieter moments for a replacement media player to use on my Linux workstation. What I found was a media library system called “amaroK,” and so far I’m very happy with it.
And yes, that’s the inaugural image for a new section of the gallery. I realized today that I lacked a place for screenshots and other digitally-generated imagery. Hooray for progress, eh?
Anyway, if you run KDE and want a damned nifty media player that automatically updates its media library, gives you one-click lookups of album covers, and throws a pretty nifty playlist manager into the bargain, you could do worse than to give amaroK a try.
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You might be a geek if…
As I write this, the firmware and OS on my Treo 600 cellphone is in the process of updating. Yes, that’s right, I’m upgrading my phone.
It’s not necessarily that I have to do it. It’s that the new version is there, and I want it.
In case you didn’t know, I’m one helluva geek. Sad, isn’t it?
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Parts and miscellany
So let’s see…
- One replacement motherboard (for Wendi)
- One replacement video card (for Wendi)
- Three sticks of RAM (for Wendi and Erica)
- One set of earbuds (for Erica)
- One music CD (for Erica)
- One Nintendo DS game (for Alex)
- One PS2 game (for me)
- One memory-card reader (for me)
- Two computer games (for Wendi)
- And one refurbished PS2 (for me)
Not bad for a day’s haul, eh? Now I get to assemble a working (I hope) computer for Wendi, since I’ve had half of one at my place for a couple of months now…
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Money can’t buy happiness.
Maybe having more money can’t fix all, or even half, of my problems… but having the tax refund money in the bank certainly makes certain worries far less pressing.
And now, for a weekend of peace and quiet and geekery.
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On the therapeutic power of hugs
There’s no day so miserable that getting hugs from your kids can’t make “okay.”
No, really. That’s all I’ve got for you today. I don’t think I can expound on that in any valuable fashion. It is what it is.