Windows Vista will be out (eventually) and this is what we have (visually) to look forward to: 65 screenshots of Windows Vista

It’s looks just enough like Windows XP to be disappointing and just enough like third-party GUI interfaces (i.e.: StyleXP) to be disappointing. And this was how many years in the making?

It looks like they hired out-of-work Anime artists to render the colorful, cartoon-like, user interface. Or kindergarten children - take your pick.

(Via digg)

I can’t believe how people will risk their lives to catch a bus in L.A. I was turning from Westwood onto Wilshire at 4:15 PM and two separate times someone sprinted across all six lanes to the other side. They’re either got a deathwish or being Punkd in a real-life version of Frogger.

This brings to mind the infamous Darwin Awards whose slugline reads: We salute the improvement of the human genome by honoring those who remove themselves from it. Of necessity, this honor is generally bestowed posthumously.

If your print queues disappear in Printers and Faxes and you can’t print or add a printer, try this solution and save yourself the $245 call to Microsoft. It will probably fix other issues you may experience related to a borked registry or file permissions gone awry.

My favorite coffee shop’s wi-fi isn’t working so I parked myself at the local Public Library to get some work done. Not far from my little computer cubby is a homeless woman in her own cubby. She unpacked her whole cart: beverages, clothing, and oddly, a portable DVD player. I’m not sure what she’s been watching but it must be funny because the belly laughs (she’s a big woman) have reverberated from the walls.

Her movie ended and she went silent. But wait…a new noise. Could it be? Could it really be? She’s brushing her teeth.

Brush, brush, brush…and…spit.

I shudder to think where she deposited her left-over toothpaste because I don’t dare peek over the cubby.

At least she has good oral hygiene.

Some might say that things evolve over time, and it’s true, but each day brings a new discovery for Junior. For the longest time he wasn’t sure what to do with his hands. At first they were for waving around because they seemed like they had nothing better to do.

Next it was accidentally connecting the hand to dad’s shirt and curling his fingers around it. Around 4 months he discovered that hands and fingers are for sticking into his mouth, along with anything else he can wrap a digit around.

Now he’ll grab onto his binky, remove it from mouth, and hold onto it for a bit before it goes tumbling onto the floor. On the changing table he’ll nonchalantly grab a plush toy near his head, immediately aiming it for his mouth.

It’s a slow, yet fascinating, process to see the evolution of his hands. I’m dreading the day he discovers moving his hands and feet in sync.