Those of you who are humans or know people who are humans have probably heard how smart humans are. Just thirty-five years after landing on the moon, they've... solved world hunger in theory, assuming people would grow and distribute enough food or something like that. They've got the internet, which leads to a better education for every child in a family wealthy enough to own one, unless, of course, the boy kids hog the computer and the girl kids don't get to use it that often. They've got IQ tests that show how smart people are, assuming you don't read all of the studies by very smart people that say these tests are almost as valid as the Weekly World News. Their best and brightest sacrifice their personal lives to lead large and/or powerful countries like the United States, the United Kingdom, Russia, Israel, China, and many, many others.

Just so you don't miss it, I'm a little bit angry today. Humans think they're so smart. For example, consider the conversation I had with Clint a couple of weeks ago:

CLINT: *sigh* This just doesn't make sense.

ME: Well, the PRAM on your laptop stores all kinds of settings and other bits of information, including data for power management, the date and time, networking, and dozens of other things. In fact, Apple doesn't give all of the details on what is stored in PRAM. However, a common solution to Mac problems is to zap the PRAM. Doing this will replace any potentially corrupted settings with default values. Of course, you'll have to go back and change some of your computer's settings after this, but it should be fine afterwards.

CLINT: Miss Kitty, I'm trying to read some notes from an interview with a student last semester, and I can't figure out what I wrote. My computer is fine.

ME: Well, have you considered rebuilding the desktop? All kinds of information about the files on your desktop is stored in a database. This includes file types, the location of file icons on the screen, and aliases. Over time, this information becomes corrupt. This can cause a whole host of problems, from system slowdown to the Mac "forgetting" what kind of file something is.

CLINT: Why are you still talking about my computer? I'm trying to figure out what this word was. It's on paper.

ME: Well, I was just trying to be helpful. The least you could do is listen to my advice and take it seriously. I'm really smart, you know.

CLINT: No, you're not!


Humans always think they're the most inteligent creatures on Earth. They put a lot of faith in machines and cheap philosophy and "patterns" they "notice." What's really got me steamed is that Clint, who, as I mentioned, thinks I'm not so smart, thinks he has me all figured out. He was eating a cup of yogurt for breakfast this morning and no matter how much I yowled, he wouldn't let me have any. He's all like, "Miss Kitty, you won't like this yogurt. It's the same kind of yogurt you didn't like the last four times I let you try it. In fact, you haven't liked any yogurt at all except for the vanilla yogurt I gave you three months ago. If I give you some, you'll just sniff it and walk away."

Oh, yeah, Clint. Like you've figured out my pattern. You don't know that I wouldn't have eaten the yogurt, just because I happen to hate that particular flavor. You think you pay attention to people around you, but you don't.

Also, if you're reading this, you might have a bad battery on your logic board. You should have it checked.

Since Clint was gone all day, I used his phone line and was on Ebay. I got on at about 8 in the morning and found this truly awesome basketball signed by Yao Ming. OH MY GOD, he is so cute! He's so tall that when you sit on his shoulders, you can probably see for miles. His hands must be so big and warm and wonderful to be scritched by. In case I didn't already say it, he's just plain cute (No, I do not have an Asian fetish). Plus, he can probably get all of the unagi (or whatever they call it in China) that a cat could eat. I'm kneading the keyboard just thinking about it all.

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