Oh dear.
Ooops.
I’m sitting leaning back in my big chair, with my feet up. I’m wearing combat shorts, Caterpillar sandals and a shirt with an allegedly-witty slogan on it. I have a wireless keyboard and mouse on my lap, my widescreen monitor is turned towards me at a rakish angle, and I’ve been using them to do some Objective C programming, while listening to a podcast -- in which I was mentioned by name -- and downloading a beta version of Skype. Oh, and I just flipped over here to do a quick LJ update.
So, yup, I guess it’s true. I am now a completely stereotypical Mac geek.
That didn’t take long.
I’m sitting leaning back in my big chair, with my feet up. I’m wearing combat shorts, Caterpillar sandals and a shirt with an allegedly-witty slogan on it. I have a wireless keyboard and mouse on my lap, my widescreen monitor is turned towards me at a rakish angle, and I’ve been using them to do some Objective C programming, while listening to a podcast -- in which I was mentioned by name -- and downloading a beta version of Skype. Oh, and I just flipped over here to do a quick LJ update.
So, yup, I guess it’s true. I am now a completely stereotypical Mac geek.
That didn’t take long.
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Bill owns my soul.
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RuthJ (looking at the 2" screen on my Treo)