Chimera Camino rocks!
March 9th, 2003
I’m doing most of my blogging from my ailing Powerbook (I need new hinges, but they cost four hundred bucks, so I delayed on ordering them, and now they are backordered). I’m using what used to be called Chimera, but which is now called Camino. It’s a stripped down, Mac only implementation of Mozilla that is screamingly fast. It rocks hard. The only problem I have with it is that it won’t render Sweat Flavored Gummi in a font that I can read. Rebecca, you mind changing your template so that I can read you from this ‘puter?
UPDATE: Camino 0.7 just came out, and now I can read Rebecca’s page just fine.
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Four hundred bucks?! Holy fuck.
I’m pathetically out of date on all my Mac software. I just got a bid to update not only all my software, but my machine at work. I’ll find out tomorrow if I get it. If so, then I can join you in discussing all the latest and greatest stuff. Until then, I can only look on with envy.
Yea, look on with envy as I fix a two and a half foot drop onto carpet for four hundred dollars. That’s with me doing the fixing, and I hear that it’s rather hard to get the case back together perfectly. If I sent it to Apple it would cost eight hundred minimum.
Much as I love Mac hardware and OS, the fact is, I’m too poor since my divorce to fund my own Mac habit.
I turned traitor at home at bought myself a Gateway. It’s been reasonably solid, but ME crashes too regularly to make me happy and the sound card (this machine is _just_ over a year old) just up and died the other day. I’ve removed and reinstalled the damned thing the way I’m supposed to, updated drivers, the whole damned thing–and it still won’t work. Must be the hardware, not the softward. Shit.
So, my house now has a mostly-functioning 1.1 ghz Gateway box, a hand me down 400 mhz PII that I saved from certain death and want to make into my own little MP3 server on a home network to house my 600+ CD’s, and an old charcoal iMac Special Edition. Too much technology–when I have dates over, they overdose on geek chic, turn tail and run in sheer terror.
Heheh. Luckily, my amazing charisma usually keeps them from abandoning me entirely (or, something like that).