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No more firewire 400!

For those non-nerds in the audience, the new macbooks and macbook pros no longer have a Firewire 400 port.  This video pretty much sums up my feelings on that:

From Engadget.

Cha$e.

Our show is sneaking on the interwebs:

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Times are a changin'.

- I drove to get gas and ended up driving past eight yard sales on the way there.  Distance to gas station = half a mile.  I've yet to find a surer indication of just how screwed we all are in this economy. 

- I went to the Sara concert last weekend.  Before a certain song she mentioned how she wrote it about the time she walked in on her boyfriend cheating on her, and how the song helped her get over the incident even though it happened twelve years ago. 

Watching the concert, I was struck by the oddest feeling: pride.  But not genuine pride.  Faux pride.  Like on "The Office" when Michael finds out Jim and Pam got together and beams with joy.  He had absolutely nothing to do with it but in his mind, man did he do a great job.  And that's how I felt. 

But seriously, success couldn't have happened to a nicer girl. 

Afternoon pick-me-up.

I was having lunch the other day at my new favorite diner.  It was around noon.  I note the time because in the booth next to me the middle-aged lady and her John McCain-aged mother ordered beers. 

Needless to say, I felt like a wuss with my black coffee. 

I'm guessing the lady picked up her mom from the senior community for their weekly meal/visit.  They were going through the motions of a relationship; it didn't seem like either of them wanted to be there, hence the booze. 

Lady kept hopping topics: the elections, what the grand kids were up to, the city repaving their street.  It was like Lady was worried that if she didn't keep talking about the inane, Mom would be bored and 1) die and/or 2) bring up something substantive that Lady didn't wanna get into. 

I mention all this not because I'm nosy  (I am, but that's not why), but because I was struck by how two seemingly adult individuals had to have a drink at noon because they couldn't stand to be around each other.  

Jesus, noon... 

LAME!  My dad and I start drinking at the crack of dawn when we're with each other. 

...Wusses. 

The new gal.

I hooked up with Pearl a little over two years ago when she (I make sure my electronics are female) first came out.  We've had some good times, Pearl and I.  Hey Pearl, remember that one time when I made that call to my mom and you were all, "um no, this other conversation sounds so much more fun so I'm gonna cross the lines."   

Remember how much you loved doing that?  Yeah... good times.  Remember how your camera got all hazy and made every photo look like I was shooting in San Francisco fog?  Hilarious.

Like the cell phones before, she got a little long in the bluetooth.  I finally put Pearl into retirement yesterday and picked up the new gal below:

(iPhone, as modeled by Kyle)

I was trying to wait for Pearl's older sister the Bold to come around but I just couldn't get the gal above out of my head.  It was lust at first sight. 

Rick Montana.

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Overheard on Rick's bachelor party weekend:

"Don't judge what I'm into."

"Is that a nipple in your pants?"

"You're talking about ugly cute, right?"

Good times.

Goodbye Subway.

If it's not one thing with you, it's another.  Yes, your straw wrappers suck but your service is just as bad.  In what world does it make sense to add ranch dressing to my sandwich if I ask for lettuce and tomato?  What fraking world?! 

Every time I give you guys another chance, I get bit in the ass.  Well, no more.  You are officially on my banished list next to Circuit City and the Nordstrom lingerie department. 

Die a tragic death.

Boys will be boys.

I love these guys.

For the love of...

...all that is good and holy, can we just agree as a species that the plastic wrappers around the straws at Subway are the worst thing ever invented? Thank you, meeting adjourned.

Meep.