One bourbon, one scotch, and one mav

So I figured out the dumbest Mac Trick in the world.

Get a copy of the Wild Eep sound from old Mac OS. (Wild Eep is one of the things I miss the most, along with Quack, which I can’t find.) Put it in ~/Library/Sounds (because you want to use it for other cool stuff, right?
Put an alias of it in Speakable Items folder. Rename the alias to just ‘eep’
Start up Speakable Items.

Hit esc, say ‘Eep’
Laugh
Rinse, repeat

Check this shit out.
Standing in the doorway
Take a step inside
My file cabinet & bookshelf are to the left of the desk
The closet

And as a bonus, during the last couple weeks I was at home, I found a bit of red paint on a window frame. Why is that important? Well, the back bedroom at Taylor Street used to be painted a bright red, but it was repainted long before I could remember. So this red is what the bedroom used to look like. That’s a lot of red.

Coming soon: More crappy pictures (including crappy photos of my new phone

Yeah, I know, this is the first update I’ve done in weeks. Keep whining, asshole. You try moving, sorting your financial situation for the next four months out, figure out your classes, books, and new roommates, plus bite off a couple decent-sized chunks of personal time to get comfortable in a new place. It’s been a busy last couple of weeks.

I did finally break down and buy a cellular phone. I love cell phones. Love ‘em. I know nobody ever says that, but they’re wonderfully handy little toys. And when you’ve got cable internet and you don’t have satellite or anything else to use the landline, there really isn’t much of a reason to have one anymore. Cell phones are cheaper, simpler, and much handier, and just because the average human’s IQ seems to drop by fifty points when they buy one isn’t a good enough reason to stop selling them. After all, we still allow people to own cars, now don’t we?
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