Okay, let me just say that CandyBar is a great piece of software. It makes changing icons easier than it already is. (Without CandyBar, all you have to do is copy and paste the new icon over the original one.) The only problem is, I’m sort of a purist, and I didn’t really like changing my icons. The reason being, that if I changed the system icons, the other icons would still look Aqua-esque. I quickly uninstalled it. All I had to do was drag the app into the Trash, and it was gone.
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Monthly Archive for May, 2005
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My parents got cell phones today. My dad upgraded from an old Nokia to a Motorola Razr v3. My mom got a Sony Ericsson Z500a. Both are pretty nice. I’m having a hard time setting them up with Blogger Mobile, though. My dad’s old phone is compatible with Blogger Mobile, but for some reason, the new ones aren’t. I think it has something to do with the MMS settings.
There’s just one thing I don’t like about the phones. It’s the way the UI is. I think that’s what people should focus on now. I mean, there are like so many kinds of phones out right now. Pretty much all of them have crappy GUIs. The old grayscale phones actually have better ones than the color kind.
Oh yeah, I got tickets to see Star Wars Episode III with my mom’s phone. I get to share the phone with her, since she’ll barely use it.
Today, my Social Studies told me that if I want to get a girl, I shouldn’t ask questions. He said I should go up to a girl and say, “By the time I walk away from you, I’ll have your name, your phone number and address.” I told a friend of mine and she said that if a guy said it to her, she’d tell them to get lost. Better be careful.
It’s been a while since I’ve made a videoblog post. I decided to mess with iMovie a bit. Watch out around the clip I show, since the audio is really weird. It was pretty fun in Conecticut.
For some reason, four guys think they can play football outside at 11 o’clock. At first, I thought they were fighting, since they were making really loud noises and cursing a lot. I’m really close to calling 311 and complaining. Of course, that wouldn’t be my kinda thing to do. What’s worse, these guys don’t even seem to be from around my neighborhood, which makes it very wierd. They’re probably insomniacs, drunks, or just plain nutheads.
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