Sorry the Poor Man link was wrong yesterday. It’s fixed now. Funny how no one pointed this out until late in the evening. Of the dozen or so out there actually reading this, you’re going to have to get on the ball with calling me on these screw-ups. Lord knows I should do it.
(I have no idea who reads this blog, or where they come from. The Two Guys Living Room Web Hosts either didn’t install site-tracking software or didn’t tell me how to find it. For all I know, it’s you, that other guy and my family. On the other hand, I don’t need another thing to obsess over, so maybe it’s all for the best.)
I’ve been meaning to write something about widgets, the li’l applications that could, the best thing about the latest Mac OS. Hit the F12 key, and a self-selected array of widgets bloom on your screen; hit it again, they go away. J.C., NN.C’s web adviser, tells me “they’re basically teeny web pages,” but they’re really the right thing at the right time — all the teeny web pages you need to check every day, but without having to go look them all up.
My widgets (current): sticky notes, local traffic, local weather, local weather radar, calendar, daily reading from the Tao Te Ching, cocktail-recipe database, dictionary/thesaurus, IMdB, and my current fave — a tiny little postage stamp that tracks my Gmail inbox. It’s blue when there’s no new mail, but turns red when I have any waiting.
I change them a lot, though. I keep a blood-alcohol calculator in the wings, a world clock, a metric-conversion table and a flight tracker. When Deb came to visit a few weeks ago, before I set out for the airport to pick her up, I checked the flight tracker to see if she was on time. (She was.)
Kate chose the Gmail tracker, a Frogger game knockoff and a floating Apple logo. Plus weather. She’s obsessed with weather.
Lately I’ve been trying a new one, a gas-price tracker. Today it said the Mobil station at the end of the block had regular for $2.24 a gallon. I went down to fill up. Oops — $2.70 a gallon.
Nobody’s perfect. They’re a cinch to get rid of, I’ll say that.
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