She Makes Me Sad
I should not pick on her on her birthday. But my dearest wife is using our wonderful iBook almost exclusively as a terminal for her Windows machine at home.
(Microsoft makes Remote Desktop Connection software for Macs and PCs that let you log in to a Windows XP machine and have its desktop appear on your screen. Great when you're on the road or watching the baby in one room when you need to check on your computer in another.)
Here I've gone expounding on the glories of the Mac, and here she's using it as just another way to get on a Windows PC. I can only stand, silent, like Iron Eyes Cody in those old '70s anti-littering commercials, with a single tear running down my cheek.
Comments
(1) We have determined after long experimentation that the software I am stuck with for the chats I lead is not compatible with the Mac.
(2) Until we replace my Wondrous Singing Monitor on my PC, if I have things I want to do quickly, it helps if I have my desktop in front of me.
(3) *YOU* were the one that set up that software, surely you meant it to be used?
Posted by: Shannon | September 17, 2003 8:46 AM
Wow... like using a hummer to get the mail...
And your monitor can sing? Sounds like a Beatles song.
She has a point, Chipper. You call down the thunder... Plus, better her to use it as a glorified dumb terminal than a glorified coaster or writing surface.
Posted by: Jeffrey | September 17, 2003 9:28 AM
The monitor sings, whistles and shrieks. A new LCD panel is theoretically on the way from TigerDirect. No more will my teeth vibrate.
Posted by: Chip | September 17, 2003 9:44 AM
The monitor has been strangely quiet today. Perhaps it senses its impending replacement...
Posted by: Shannon | September 17, 2003 11:29 AM