Facebook, et al
So, the question of the night is, should I really be blogging when my computer is doing a disk cleanup? Probably not. But the bigger question is, what does it mean to be popular today? And do I really care? It’s like, Friday, when I was sitting at my cube (yes, I STILL SIT IN A FRIGGIN’ CUBE SO SUE ME), and there they went. The popular kids. I mean, those folks who everybody likes. Or pretends to like. Laughing and …
NY, NY it’s my kinda town
So, I know I haven’t posted in ages and ages, but what with being out on vacation for two weeks (yes, I went to France) and Bella in the hospital for two weeks after that (she is coming home tomorrow) I thought I’d start out slowly, posting again, after landing with a thud back to earth. As you can imagine, it’s been a trying (VERY TRYING) time and so tonight I went out for drinks with a work friend to a very expensive and not so good restaurant downstairs from my office (at 8:30)–Sorry 11 Madison, I don’t care …
And the price is…
No, it’s only blurry cause I took it from my cell phone. Your eyes are not deceiving you.
The Literalness of GOOGLE
So for those of you who don’t really understand how Google works, it “Finds” words on the internet and matches ads to them. So for example: “Death of a Cell Phone” might insinuate: funerals. But this ad shown here just goes to show you, computers really aren’t that smart. In fact, they can be down right STUPID.
Death of a Cell Phone: Part II (aka–I really, REALLY hate Verizon Wireless)
…and so do many hundreds, NO THOUSANDS of others. And I know this because I just spent my last Saturday in NY in a Verizon Wireless store listening to all the other angry customers. So, last week, I get my “refurbished MOTOKRZR” and guess what? It STOPS WORKING altogether when I’m on my trip to Chicago while Bella is having a nervous breakdown about the Mt. Vesuvius on her face and I have 24 hours to go before I get home. In a way, it’s better and someone else can deal with her …
Chicago, Chicago, it’s my kind of town
So, I was in Chicago this week, an awfully awesome city. And this guy from Nashville says, after you ma’am, are you going to Nashville too? And I’m like nope, New YORK. And he says, “wow, the big city. I wasn’t impressed with Chicago.” And I can’t figure out why this guy from Nashville, land of hush puppies and fried food and fried food isn’t impressed with Chicago, so I say, well I AM, (mainly because I just came from lunch where I ate …