I guess I feel sort of bad, having built a fanbase in the neighborhood of six or possibly seven, and then just kind of dropping off out of nowhere.
Sorry. I have no excuse. Hopefully, at least two of you subscribed to the RSS feed.
Using the power of thought, semi-transparent women can infect you.
On the subject of me, I’m recovering from the fabled H1N1 flu virus, which makes me feel incredibly lame.
I mean, I know I’m getting “up there” in years, but getting the disease of the year so many months after the scare just adds further validation to my waning coolness. It’s like a tack on a map, showing that I am precisely behind the curve I used to be ahead of.
Maybe I’ll do better next year.
Maybe I’ll make you proud of me.
Love me again for the very first time, Internet.
Total stream of consciousness here… my “A” key has decided to take a shit on me, forcing me to hammer the fucking thing, as though I’m writing something very important, like an addendum to a health care bill.
I’m not getting in to that whole debacle. At least, not tonight.
I have a feeling that I’d post more, if I got off my lazy ass (in the metaphorical sense of the term) and installed a decent front-end on my BlackBerry.
It's like telling the outside world to fuck off.
That’s right. My BlackBerry. I’ve been trying to avoid it for years.
I proudly recalled the story (a true story, mind you) in which I, the hero, received a free BlackBerry from Research In Motion at Comdex 2001, and subsequently sent it back with a polite note detailing everything that was wrong with it, and why I couldn’t possibly find a use for it.
Admittedly, back then (Jesus… that’s a legitimate “back then”), the BlackBerry was a glorified pager that couldn’t make or receive phone calls, and I couldn’t get a signal to save my life in South Lyon. But the point was, I was not one of those people.
Now, I suppose I am. Either I’m delusional about work, or I’m getting more e-mail that can’t-slash-shouldn’t wait until the next morning to be responded to or read. Not “I AM VERY IMPORTANT” so much as “I’d like to not be surprised tomorrow.”
And while I’ve been able to send and receive mail on my phone for longer than you have, there’s something about the BlackBerry that causes it to link with your brain and demand to be paid attention to.
The most fucked up thing, is that I got it knowing that the OS has needed overhauling for far too long. Knowing that all the new whiz-bang shit is iPhone-only. Knowing that my flagship 9700 is hardly much different from any other 8000 series or even the 9000, for that matter. It was another Old Man “I just want it to do blah, blah, blah” purchase.
Where have the years gone?
