I took my laptop and my external backup hard drive to Apple's Genius Bar on Saturday to deal with my iPhoto problem. At first, I was just really pissed/panicked that it refused to recognize any 2007 photos. Usually integration is a good thing, but because all of Apple's iLife is integrated, I could not sync my iPod, launch iTunes at home (forcing an AppleTV sync) or update my home page because all of those things inter-relate and I might have lost all my photos completely. As it was, I had the image files still, but the database and libraries which bridge the apps to the files was corrupted.
And their handy "just hold down these keys to rebuild the database" fix did nothing to address the problem.
Add to that problem, Apple's Backup software would not restore the damaged files.
The Apple Genius could not fix the iPhoto problem, nor could he successfully "restore" from the backup. Someone there had a hack to look into the backup directories and pull some of the information out. An hour later, I had all of my photos and albums restored up to the date of the last backup. I tend to backup about once a month, and luckily had just done so a week prior. My backup schedule will be much more frequent from now on.
Not that I feel I can really rag on Apple. This is my second Apple laptop in eight years and the first real problem I've ever had.
With iPhoto restored, I'll start taking pics again, and will resume with the candid entertainments here on IJS.
While SF and the West were experiencing a heat wave all week, Saturday was cold and foggy and wet--miserable conditions for Tony's/Gladys'
We stopped by Moby's on the way home and had a drink with Alert Reader and Shilpa's Boyfriend Paul Day. While we were there Paul noticed Scott Capurro, one of the world's most annoying "comedians" (right above Carrot Top for "Person You'd Least Like to be Trapped With in an Elevator"). Capurro spends most of his SF shilling time on Alice (top 40 radio station) and their morning crew. I had stop listening to their morning show years ago because the DJ's, who J no D's, are so loud and opinionated while at the same time being completely ignorant of their topic, and just grating. (I switched to NPR, but then all of my morning dreams were about Gaza as I slept through the alarm.) My biggest frustration with Alice is that they would frequently feature this comedian, who was never really funny but just vulgar and cruel. His schtick is basically that he is vulgar and gay and isn't that funny? (answer: no.) And Sarah and Vinnie/NoName had their tongues so firmly up his ass it was sycophantic. Grating.
On Thursday morning Capurro was a guest of Fernando and Greg, and was shilling for his appearance at some comedy club-- and clearly bombing on this morning show. With Fernando and Greg, suddenly Capurro was the least funny fag in the room. There is a difference between bitchy, which can be funny (see Joan Rivers; Will & Grace, Jack) and just being a bitch.
And that difference is "clever." There is no wit to Capurro's humor, just bitchness, without a center "i."
His level of arrogance also gets old fast. He keeps claiming that "I'm huge in England." If he's big in England then England must have a tiny hole.
During his Thursday morning appearance, Capurro spent most of his time annoying his hosts, or insulting and denigrating (again without wit or respect) another comedian appearing in town this week. However, this other comedian, Ant, is not only a friend of the hosts, but enormously successful as a stand-up and television performer (Last Comic Standing, Logo), writer, producer, etc. It just got really old really quickly to hear one hackneyed old queen bitch about and act superior to another gay performer, who is clearly out of his league.
Ant also appeared on Fernando and Greg's show the next morning, was hilarious, and totally took the high road vis-a-vis Capurro's insults.
So I am hanging out at Moby's Saturday night with Shilpa, Paul Day, and some of PeeDee's people when Paul recognizes Capurro standing alone near the bathroom/stairs. He was totally alone, and looked rather pathetic. And no one would talk to him. For such an arrogant, self-proclaimed celebrity, he was noticeably without attention. No friends, no companions, and no one would talk to him. He appeared to pose for a while, as if to say "won't someone recognize me?!" Then he played with his phone for bit, then lurked in a corner of the bar and read the free newspapers before ultimately leaving dejected.
Considering the level of crap he heaped on Fernando and Greg's show, and on Ant, I wanted to call the station and give a "loser sighting." Or at least go up to him and say, "Hey, are you Scott Capurro?!.... Can you get us tickets to Ant?"
Update: Capurro called into the show this morning to bitch about his bombing as host of an HRC dinner (which Fernando and Gred are hosting this week) and to plug an appearance in San Jose. Fernando and Greg were only thinly polite and clearly just over it. I called in and spoke to the producer and added my voice to the list of "please no more Scott Capurro" callers. Apparently, they have received tons of calls and e-mails clamoring for his absence.
And then he put me on the air with Fernando and Greg and my "loser sighting" story. Fun.
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