So I got my new laptop today and I’ve already tried to kill it. I can’t be content with letting the Mac do it’s thing, I have to have two boot partitions (the latest released OS and the beta OS) and a data partition. I have a lot of data to copy from the old laptop and there have been a couple of instances already where I thought I broke my brand new toy. But, for now, it seems to be working and copying data back and forth.

I go to the gym and I get a good workout, and that’s all that should matter, but sometimes I like to see if I can finish faster than the others. Today, however, I did something that made me happier than finishing faster than other people. The thing that made me happy was our group — a triple of Jorgen the new kid, Sprint-to-the-death-Sean, and me — finished in 21:12. I think you have to be a rocker from the late 70’s to get that reference and it also just reinforces how much older I am that most everyone else in the gym. I’m afraid this either means I’m a big geek with questionable musical preferences (which I am) or that I’m suffering from a lack of oxygen to my brain because my feeble musculature is taking it all.

The worst part is that I have part of a song from 2112 stuck in my head, “We are the priests of the Temple of Syrinx.” Oh yeah, Geddy Lee, Take off to the Great White North.