What's that doing on my computer?!?
So I just installed Tiger, Apple's next Big Thing, and I'm playing around with it, all the new toys, but there is only one thing I really want to see, Spotlight. Dashboard will explode, iChat is cute, Automator and Safari RSS are nice for how limited they are. Spotlight will change your life.
My hard drive is just big enough that I don't know what the hell I got on it. There's weird shit all stuffed in forgotten folders, creative writing or even code, things I haven't looked at in months, years. Spotlight is like Google for your computer, search for something and it's found instantly. Even as you start typing, stuff pops up. "Austin" for example, by the time I typed "a u s" I saw pictures from australia, a friend born in Austria, etc. I finished austin and I get the pictures from my last camping trip, a map of Texas with Austin on it. Worst of all, I see about 15 girls I've dated in the last year. Yeah, spotlight is like that. You can believe that shit is gone now.
Continuing with the geography theme, I do "St Louis", but few results. I find my taxes from a few years back. Nothing from high school, but then again, I only had a Commodore 64 back then. I listen to Lewis Black's "Fuck Fall" routine hoping that maybe just maybe he actually says "St Louis" in his skit (he doesn't, his name was misspelled). As I explore I keep the music going, and I'm mildly amused that the next songs in my iTunes library are 4 live versions of "Fuck Her Gently" by Tenacious D, then 18 songs about funk, then Fur Elise. "Italy" finds happier results, including old pictures of my parents, colors faded like old polaroids from the 70s.
So I get a little crazy, when you're really bored and type random shit into Google. "Women." I get every screenplay I ever wrote with a female character in it. "Kim" finds all the music my sister has sent me over the years. A twisted search for "Rachel" only finds a single picture of my ex (the only thing I keep of her). "Fuck Here Often?" finds the 9/11 report, of all things. "Meaning of Life" finds some of my philosophy writing, and my film reviews. "Monty Python" finds more ex-dates. "Catherine Zeta Jones" finds nothing, but "Zeta Jones" finds a great paper on publishing math formulas, the fonts and copyfitting, etc.
Mozart's Bell Song is playing, and I'm going to bed. I wish I had a bigger hard drive.
My hard drive is just big enough that I don't know what the hell I got on it. There's weird shit all stuffed in forgotten folders, creative writing or even code, things I haven't looked at in months, years. Spotlight is like Google for your computer, search for something and it's found instantly. Even as you start typing, stuff pops up. "Austin" for example, by the time I typed "a u s" I saw pictures from australia, a friend born in Austria, etc. I finished austin and I get the pictures from my last camping trip, a map of Texas with Austin on it. Worst of all, I see about 15 girls I've dated in the last year. Yeah, spotlight is like that. You can believe that shit is gone now.
Continuing with the geography theme, I do "St Louis", but few results. I find my taxes from a few years back. Nothing from high school, but then again, I only had a Commodore 64 back then. I listen to Lewis Black's "Fuck Fall" routine hoping that maybe just maybe he actually says "St Louis" in his skit (he doesn't, his name was misspelled). As I explore I keep the music going, and I'm mildly amused that the next songs in my iTunes library are 4 live versions of "Fuck Her Gently" by Tenacious D, then 18 songs about funk, then Fur Elise. "Italy" finds happier results, including old pictures of my parents, colors faded like old polaroids from the 70s.
So I get a little crazy, when you're really bored and type random shit into Google. "Women." I get every screenplay I ever wrote with a female character in it. "Kim" finds all the music my sister has sent me over the years. A twisted search for "Rachel" only finds a single picture of my ex (the only thing I keep of her). "Fuck Here Often?" finds the 9/11 report, of all things. "Meaning of Life" finds some of my philosophy writing, and my film reviews. "Monty Python" finds more ex-dates. "Catherine Zeta Jones" finds nothing, but "Zeta Jones" finds a great paper on publishing math formulas, the fonts and copyfitting, etc.
Mozart's Bell Song is playing, and I'm going to bed. I wish I had a bigger hard drive.
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