'Tis the week before Apple's Worldwide Developers Conference MMXIII: Borg vs. Cylon, and *SPOILER ALERT* we already know what spoilers have already spoiled the already-expected-anyway reveals from Cook & Co. Such as revealing iOS 7 and its new Jony Flats look, announcing streaming music service iRadio, updating the MacBook Air and Pro lines with Intel's latest Haswell processors and custom glitter (only a 45% chance of that last one being true), and dumping all sessions in favor of a nerd speed-dating free-for-all.
But these things, like Dippin' Dots, are in the future.
While I've never shied away from using my keen vision to peruse MacRumors and guess at said future, let's talk about the recently here and now.
The Supreme Hackintosh goes SSD. Normally, doing something like adding an SSD drive to my Hackintosh would result in at least one full-length post. Or even a series of three with the second column filled with nothing but invented curse words that sound vaguely German (Fargglehumpen!) But not this time. Fortunately for my sanity, if less so for my rambling, plopping in the SanDisk Extreme SSD with 240 GB of spin-less glory went off with a nary a "gärchenchoader" being uttered.
I did forget to order a Molex-to-SATA power cable with it, but get this, Radio Shack stocks them in store. Really. Hope that $5.63 keeps Tandyland going a few more days until I once again feel a powerful hankerin' for some diodes.
So now the SSD is my boot drive and my former boot drive only holds user data. I did not, as some hackintosh folks have, attempt to brew my own Fusion drive. I'd rather try to secure a one-machine Blu-ray license than attempt that bag o' hurt. I am, however, tempted to replace my 1 TB user drive with a similarly sized SSD. But not tempted enough to cough up $600 to Crucial. Still, my boot times have been cut by about 80%, so that's a $170 total well spent.
Now I'm looking at new cases. Hmm.
Apple involuntarily comes in from the cold. In what is estimated to be the 1,096th scandal/no-biggie for the Obama administration, (not Wee) Britain's The Guardian broke the story that the U.S. National Security Agency has been snooping around the servers of Apple, Google, Facebook and their ilk in the search for user data. The program, codenamed (which sounds a lot cooler than "acronymed") PRISM, was outed when The Guardian obtained a top-secret file giving an overview of the project. The fact that said document was a PowerPoint deck may or may not have served as the clinching bit of proof authenticating the document. All the tech giants involved have denied knowing anything about PRISM, and it has yet to be determined just how knowing how many times joeZjock@gmail.com made his own Grumpy Cat memes will stop terrorism. Newly appointed White House spokesman Clancy Wiggum was heard telling the country to "move along people—nothing to see here."
iPhone (and all phone) users on Verizon discover that U.S. Special Agent Perv McPerverson has been eavesdropping on their conversations. Just reread the above paragraph, only substituting "Verizon" for "Apple, Google, et al." Been a banner week for electronic privacy.
Electronic Arts pushes release of "Sim City" for Mac back to August. Considering the game came out for PC in 1989, what's a couple more months matter? What? This is a new version? Oh, okay. You keep telling yourself that, Stimpy.
Intel fails to refer to its 128 GB Thunderbolt thumb drive as "Thor." With a speed roughly twice that of a USB 3.0 drive, Intel's prototype would make plausible all those scenes in 90's computer movies where a virus gets injected into an "impenetrable" mainframe in under 30 seconds. It does not, however, come with Sandra Bullock. Fail.
Some Google exec mumbles in court and inadvertently helps Apple. The Verge reported that a witness for the Department of Justice accidentally helped the defendant, Apple, when his rock-solid recounting of collusion turned into a soup of "uhhh, I heard a guy say some stuff to another guy in line at the Google deli." The salami-lover in question was Google's director of strategic partnership and part-time carnival barker Thomas Turvey. The whole thing was in regard to Apple allegedly colluding with book publishers to fix ebook prices. Whether they did or not is still up in the air, but Mr. Turvey sure didn't help the DOJ. Which, if you've been paying attention, hasn't been having a good go of it of late.
Tune in next week when I'll likely have tales of removing plastic shards from my retina after the new SSD explodes due to an errant kext. No worries though. My Google Glass eye will be sweet.