wasteland, my @$$

Last night, we went to the opening of the new Rauschenberg show at MOCA, and it was packed. Beyond packed - a mob scene. And this was the members' opening, so these weren't tourists, and, you know, Rauschenberg ain't Monet. There were literally thousands of people who thought the best way to spend their Saturday night would be to check out some modern art. And it wasn't a bunch of old folks on a visit from the home, either. If I had to guess, I'd put the average age at about 30.

Sometimes L.A. surprises me. 

Oh, and if you're curious, the show is excellent.

phew

Had a little scare there - installing RAM in the new machine (ourselves, because we ain't no Apple-blood-money-payin' rubes) to boost the baby to 2GB instead of 512 MB, and temporarily ended up with a dead brick. A pretty, pretty black dead brick, but still. Moments of panic ensued, but a few sore thumbs later (you really have to push HARD to get those puppies in) and the boy is back. So the 6-year-old titanium PowerBook can stay on the ranch she's retired to, and the new kid can finally really be put through his paces. Let the games begin!

(Okay, not really, because integrated graphics aren't so much with the forking over mad UT framerates, but still - watch me frag this harsh sudoku!)

snazz

Woo hoo! I'm typing this from a stealthy, retro-monolithic new black MacBook. It's totally shiny-esque, despite its actual uber-matteness. Toys are fun.