Breakfast:

Inspired by the Blue Plate Special at Monty’s Diner, this is the classic ABC, or Avocado Bacon and Cheese Omelette.

A trip to the chemist turned into a trip to Bankside. It sometimes feels that photographs are one of the few things I have left that let me feel at least somewhat in control of life of late.

Click the above image to see the rest of the (admittedly, small…) set on Flickr.

It’s the little things that make it all worth it. My only wish is Kayte were there to share it with me, instead of half-way around the world.

There is little that makes me smile the way this does.

Final Cut Studio, Final Cut Server and the Logic Family were updated today. Expect to see a slew of Software Updates for compatibility in SU over the next few days. As always, apply with caution.

One of the biggest surprises out of WWDC yesterday was the new pricing for Snow Leopard; in their own words…

How should we price Snow Leopard? We won’t price it at $129, because we want all Leopard users to upgrade. So we are pricing Snow Leopard at the incredible price of $29.

Considering the work that has gone into the new OS, and the heady list of enhancements and tweaks, the deal isn’t all that bad at all. Admittedly, it’s still $129 for Tiger users, and will only run on Intel, not PowerPC systems, but it’s one hell of a deal for what essentially is the cost of a few coffees and cinnamon swirls at your local Starbucks. Add to that the excellent pricing on Snow Leopard Server (Unlimited Clients for $499, down from $999) and you get a sense of this isn’t just another update: this is a hard push on getting everyone to the best place the Mac OS has been since the late System 6 days.

My sister’s birthday is today, and, as usual, while I remembered the gift, I forgot the card. It’s been the same for as long as I can remember. Same at Christmas, too. I just don’t have a very good relationship with greetings cards. I’ve never quite picked up why.

The dirty white light cast over the room makes everything seem as if it’s pulled right out of an 80′s dentist surgery. The smell of stale air doesn’t help either; the security goon opened his fist, and dropped 41C’s collar. Shaken, 41 drops into the plastic chair and slumps forward a little. His elbow contacts the desk and he grimaces, glaring at his chaperone.

“Now sir, sit up. We don’t want to be here all evening.”

Slightly stunned, 41C levels the goon’s stare. “All evening? I’ve missed my fucking flight because of this. What the hell is going on; where am I? You’ve no fucking right to do this to me!”

“Now now Mr Iaconelli.”

41C stares down his nose and over the edge of his now misplaced glasses.

“I want my solicitor. Now.”

“I’m already here, lad…” From the door to the other side of the room, Fischer walks into the cramped room, sighs, and sits at the other side of the table. “Just what are we going to do with you?”

Despite many people thinking otherwise, no, I’m not in fact Mexican. However, this has not stopped a great many people at work wishing me a happy Cinco de Mayo. Something made all the more amusing as I work in the UK, but with a large number of Americans. Apparently, on May 5th, 1862, the Mexicans beat the French (quelle surprise!) at the Battle of Puebla.

And here, I always thought that Cinco de Mayo was simply an excuse for the Americans to eat tacos and drink bad tequila. I suppose we learn something every day…