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My Desktop
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Originally published at The Fast Money Round. You can comment here or there.

I figure, with a new desk should come a new desktop. So, here’s my new computer desktop.

picture-1(You can click through for a larger view.) I’m still using GeekTool, an app I found through Lifehacker. It allows you to put the results of terminal commands on your desktop, and have them change dynamically. The background is an image, and the three TVs with their varying logos are part of it, too. The numbers and words are via GeekTool. The top TV with the fake ESPN graphics shows the latest Phillies game and score (with live updates, which was totally accidental) from a script I wrote myself, along with what day today is (for instance, today is Tuesday). The middle TV gives the latest weather conditions and temperature, and the bottom TV has whatever song I’m playing in iTunes (if any) and today’s date (so, the 19th).

Honestly, it’s nice to have this info on my desktop because it’s a little faster to move all my windows out of the way to see what day today is than to activate Dashboard (which can get slow sometimes, and I don’t like any of the sports widgets anyway).

Now, to shower and head to the library.


Who Wants to Be A Millionaire? A Trip To The Set
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Originally published at The Fast Money Round. You can comment here or there.

This article was started on September 16. Shows how much of a procrastinator I am. Enjoy, nonetheless.

Yesterday, I was fortunate enough to head up to New York and watch a taping of the new season of Who Wants to be a Millionaire? By the way, special thanks to Trisha, the audience coordinator and very gracious host, for dealing with me whilst I hung around the set all day.

I suppose this post will have two functions: one, to inform the reader of what exactly goes on at a taping of Millionaire; and two (and this point has two sub-points), to explain the changes that have been made to the show while explaining that no, they are not in fact gay, stupid, or ill-concieved.

First, a recap of the trip. I woke up at a bright and early hour and made my way to 30th Street Station. I booked a BoltBus the night before (thank you for fronting the money for me, Liz!) and waited patiently for the bus. Now, the stop for this bus isn’t special; there’s not a shelter or anything. It’s just a sign on the rickety 30th Street bridge between Market and Chestnut, behind the Post Office. When a truck passed on it, the whole thing rumbled. Eventually, the bus showed up and I sat down. Boy, I’m taking BoltBus more often. They have power outlets on every seat and WiFi on the bus. I should’ve taken my laptop, damnit.

Well, one Preston and Steve podcast later, I woke up in Manhattan at 6th and Canal, with 30 minutes to get to 67th and Columbus. Of course, that is when I realized that I was sorely under-prepared to traverse the Big Apple. All I knew was, I could catch the 1 uptown to Columbus Circle and maybe run from there. I managed to get above ground with 10 minutes at 66th and Columbus. So, the view that Manhattenites got was a fat kid running down 67th Street at a very, very slow pace. (As an aside, I think I skip faster than I can run, cementing my place as the world’s manliest 6-year-old girl.) Eventually, I reached ABC Studios where Kevin, a young man in a headset, assumed that the portly gentlemen lunging toward him was the one who was late for his guaranteed seat in Studio 2 and asked if I was Cory. I assured him, out of breath, that I was, and he signed me in and directed me to the studio.

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