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Last month, the word on the street was that the Mac mini was on its last legs. Silver Mac, for example, said that - at best - it was to be replaced by a new low-end model, and AppleInsider believed "in all sincerity" that the Mac mini was dead. The smart money was on its demise, and that it would be replaced largely by the Apple TV.

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 Yeah, it's presumptuous to create this list before I've had a chance to review the iPhone myself. But the lucky few cherry-picked by Apple to review the iPhone before it's available to the Apple-loving public on Friday have provided an extensive look at how the phone works - and its various limitations. There probably more than five cool things about the phone - and certainly more than five things that suck about it. But here are my lists of the top 5 best and worst. You know, just to help you decide if it's worth it to spend hours on Friday sweltering in line under the hot June sun in hopes of getting your hands on an iPhone on the very first day.

 A few days ago, Susie passed along this Get a Mac parody with South Park characters. The other night, I saw another Get a Mac parody on Late Show with David Letterman.

I was in the worst movie of 1987. It was called Leonard Part 6, it starred Bill Cosby and I’d offer that it was perhaps the worst movie ever made for $40 million dollars. But what stuck out most for me from this time was something a stunt guy had said to me when I was inquiring about the whys and wherefores of stunt work and whether there were any schools he could recommend. He looked at me soberly and said with a sad smile on his face, “only a fool goes to school for this.” And so it is, long-way around style, that after two years of actually working at Adobe (as I did) and ample opportunities to take classes to figure out photo format action, I demurred and enjoyed then, and now, doing things the old-fashioned way: through trial and error. No directions. No help guides. Call it being spoiled after living so long in the Apple Universe Intuitive, but it seems a much cooler way to learn stuff. 

 The other day, my 2.5-year old son came up to me as I was washing the dishes. He tugged my leg and shouted, "Paw-pah, I wanna watch dis moo-vee" and in his cute little hand was a shiny Peter Pan DVD. The first thought I had was, "Whoa, he knows how to open the DVD player," because the disc was still in the player from the last time we watched it. The second thought, which came as soon as the first thought ended, was "Yikes! Don't mess up the disc!"

  It’s a brand new world. In the old world I’d dreamed of maybe affording a Hasselblad, a super expensive top-viewing Swedish camera. My reasons for doing this had much more to do with what happens when you take photos than the fact that it was some hoity-toity Euro-piece of fine arts machinery. I was convinced that the motion made when you use a traditional camera, the raising of the arms and pointing of the camera is so familiar and familiarly off-putting that it significantly, though sublimely, changes your photos because it changes at least the humans you’re photographing. But with a top-view camera, which is typically held at your abdomen, you can frame and shoot all day long without tipping your hand to those who might only be casually aware about what it is you’re doing. 

These games are oldies but goodies, and some of them you can get for free.

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 I can't fight it anymore. I may as well admit that I'm the biggest Google fangirl (Googirl?) in the known universe. What can I say? I'm on the Internet pretty much all day at work, looking up prices, company URLs, how to spell "magnanimous." And I have to Google stuff. But of course, that's not where it ends. Not even close. As you'll soon see, Google has squirmed its googly way into my heart.  

  This is epic. No, no, not my paranoia. Though that is too. I’m talking about the aftermath of the moment when I lost everything and wrote about it. While I was flooded with emails deriding my casual approach to backing up I was also inundated with emails from geeks (and I use that term lovingly) with dreams. Specifically business dreams of being able to either back up my stuff for me, correctly counting on the fact that I would never really do so myself, despite having said I would (a situation familiar to anyone I owe money to), OR dreams at having the world pay attention to their uniquely significant backup schema.