The Ubuntu install … that was uncharacteristic of late. I backed up and tried to run through my head what I was thinking when I started downloading the ISO a few nights ago and it just clicked: I’m going through a tech minimalism phase.
If I weren’t going through a tech minimalism phase, the OpenDarwin port of oleo wouldn’t be compiling on the eMac right now and I would not have spent five minutes pencil-sketching the save hooks mutt would need to simulate something like MailTags and MailActOn.
Now that I know what’s going on I can ask myself whether the thought of loading Excel is so painful that I need to suffer through Oleo (though it does tickle me pink that there’s a spreadsheet out there that wants C-x C-c to exit), or whether I want to fall through the rabbit hole of fighting with mutt over a slow IMAP connection or all the heartbreak that comes with going completely fucking bonkers* over attachments.
The answers, I suspect, are “It isn’t that painful” and “I do not.”
This’ll need some Guitar Hero over lunch to ponder.
The first step in solving the problem is admitting you have one. When you find yourself in a hole, stop digging. Failing to let Aqua even load and doing everything in ratpoison would just make your teeth throb and your head itch. There is enough milk in the fridge to wash down a tasty peanut butter sandwich.
Post-Lunch Update: I made a spinach and mushroom lasagna over lunch and wrapped it up for this evening. I tried really hard not to think about how much I hate watching the Excel icon bounce up and down. It sort of worked.
*I wanted to include that link for illustrative purposes, and it was only in the process of verifying it that I realized I actually took time out to argue with someone who was not out to make anyone’s life easier. Sick.