So that when I’ve installed Adobe’s Creative Suite 2, but CS1 applications are showing up in the “Open with” dialogue and clogging my flow, I can do some searching and find out how to fix the problem myself.

I do not understand why the theme to The Daily Show is in my head. I just listen to it.

Thank god it’s not Dolly Parton’s From 9 to 5.

Oh. Oh, no.

Damn.

CTV launched its broadband network on the Interweb last summer, but only recently licensed content that may actually draw viewers in.

Episodes of Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip and The O.C. can be seen at CTV.ca right now, and episodes of the cancelled Smith are coming soon.

The entire story, along with my “What to watch” picks for the week, are in this week’s Channel Changer.

When I’ve been having vivid dreams is when I best remember the songs that were playing in the background.

This morning, as I was tossing and turning, knowing it was time to get up but too comfortable to do anything but lie there, I was dreaming about being on a boat with a bunch of other people. We were somewhere tropical, and the boat ride was part of some holiday excursion, the kind of tourist thing you’ll do when you’re in Mexico, say.

In the dream I could hear R.E.M.‘s One I Love, off of Document, playing, and woke up with that song clear in my head.

R.E.M. song titles are tricky things, because Michael Stipe always resisted oversimplification. So it is “One I Love” when I always expect “This One Goes Out To”.

Their album Reckoning has the strangest song title of all: “So. Central Rain (I’m Sorry).”

There’s a new television advert that has hit the airwaves promoting a mobile phone company. It has a holiday theme, of course, and is narrated by a guy who is telling his absent brother about the traditional family get-together.

Much ado is made about how the friends and family missed the absent brother, and how the friends and family used their cellphones to take pictures to send to the absent brother, so he could feel like he had been there.

Not once did it occur to the friends and family that they should use their mobile phones to make a phone call to the absent brother. Sheesh.

That, my friends, is what I call crappy advertising.