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Scott Hunsaker

Safari is as wrong as IE 7

Like fried squash, deer meat, and iced coffee I have now tried the public beta of Safari. Just like all of those other things it left a nasty taste in my mouth.

I don't know what I expected really. I guess I was hoping for some sort of jazzy Mac'd up version of FireFox but I was wrong. I have used Safari on a Mac before and just assumed that it was crippled because it was on a Mac. I was hoping that maybe a Windows version would "fix" it but not so.

The install was very fast and it played nice with my PC. When I uninstall it I will get to see if it goes quietly into the night or if it tries to rip out files it did not put there like iTunes used to do.

The first thing I noticed was that it screwed up every single font on the page. I guess it is some sort of "softer side of the internet" approach but I don't like it. It is like there is a thin film of goo over the window.

The next couple of items maybe dismissed by those of the Mac cult as things I only think I need but I don't have to live like that. Where is the Back and Forward drop-downs? Why can't you kill the search box? Why does the address line assume I want it to auto complete something there with no way to kill this feature.

The only feature worth noting is shot in the foot by the developers. The Private Browsing mode has potential. It cloaks your browsers from the junk trying to pry at your machine. Sadly the auto complete address line is still there no matter what you do and once you close and reopen the Private Browsing is turned back off again.

I have to say that I would consider using IE 7 before I would use Safari on a regular basis. The funny thing is that I won't be using IE 7 or even allowing it to be installed. I am a FireFox guy for now.

Your life has changed. Do you want to save the changes? Yes, No, or Cancel

Sometimes even the strong buckle under the crushing weight of the world. What chance do I have?

I think I am still running from the past couple of years. Rita, the baby, and a strike to build your dreams on. Sounds like a movie you would find in the cheap bin at Wal-Mart but it has been my life for almost 2 years now.

Some thoughts from the past 2 years:

1. You can never have enough insurance
2. Medicare part D has to be the most complicated garbage I have ever seen.
3. ICU is not a happy place
4. Alabama truly is a nice place to live
5. Nomex has to be the worst fabric ever made
6. You can never depend on the government or the Red Cross for ANYTHING.
7. News of a baby turns your home into a dumping ground of baby junk from other recent parents

A perfumed city

Spring is setting in my lovely town. A heavy flower powered perfume fills the air. Sun rains down and the peoples are a-buzz like there is some sort of carnival in town.

The reality is that I am allergic to most everything I encounter. I sneeze until I bleed and then sneeze some more. The sound of sirens of all type are everywhere. And let me tell you about the buzzing people: They are insane!

Today we all went to the playground. My son is five years old so playgrounds are great for him. When I was five I would have given up a lung to get to leave the dregs of the side of highway suburbs to go to a playground. Of course I outgrew playgrounds around age ten. Apparently the thought that swings and tiny slides are for small children is just another of my old fashioned notions.

The park today was filled with teens and near teens. In fact, there was a "Happy twenty first birthday" sign posted for all to see. I don't think the sign was a joke. Some kids I could have mistaken for the starting defensive line of the school football team were playing "you're it" in the "Tyke's Area" of the playground.

I was amazed to see a 13 year old girl on top of a 15 year old boy in the slide outlet area. They had apparently made the 3 story tall slide trip down together headfirst embraced as they were. I won't say that I am shocked but it was not what you normally see at a playground. At least they had their clothes on.

Well I have jury duty in the morning. I am sure something interesting will come of that.

Eye See You

Hospitals suck. I am sitting in the ICU waiting room in a big ugly hospital. I hate hospitals but this one has several qualities that make it tolerable. I am sitting in a huge leather comfy chair. It is nice enough. I am drinking free coffee. This is a positive considering how much I love coffee. I am also blogging using the free guest Wi-Fi internet. All of these are positive things.

The negatives are easy to discern. I am here for a reason. The reason is that my Dad had a heart attack, balloon angio-something or another, and the subsequent few days in ICU. This stinks.

Dad is going to be okay but it is still not fun for anyone involved. This place is crazy. A line forms at the door for visitation time. We all line up and wash our hands in turn like we are in elementary school. We put on our name tags and file into the ICU secret special area. There are no chairs in ICU apparently. Your entire visit is conducted standing. Very strange.

I have no larger than life lessons drawn from this experience so far. I also don't have any advice for those going through what we just went through. I have no profound statement to make. This is all I can say about things.

Jimmy and the Broom

I met a guy today. His name is Jimmy. He lives in the woods. At least that is what he said. I don't see any reason why Jimmy would lie to me. He just met me today when he asked me for $6.85 so he could buy some smokes and a beer. I paid him to sweep the sidewalk. I don't know what to think about this.

Alphabetically Speaking

I used to deride products with nonsense letter-number combos like the V2100 or the GX260. I now take all of that back. The names of cell phones like Chocolate, Pearl, and Blackberry drive me crazy.

The names are not descriptive and they are not usually something you want to talk about with other adults. I can not imagine being a sales person and having to ask a grown man if he would like a Cryzr, or Roker.

My phone is a Cingular 3100. That is a solid name and one that I am not embarrassed to say.