Just lost my post, damnit. And iPhone wants to spellcheck my curse to dammit. Damnit.
December 2, 2009
November 14, 2009
Curtains
Dear Naked Guy:
When you live in a home that sits on property bounded by route 9 in Wellesley, keep in mind that there are people going by in cars a paltry 200 feet away. I suppose, were I driving, I would be focused on the road but alas I was a passenger and therefore able to look around. And I saw you, butt cheeks --and all, thanks to your strategically placed mirror.
Might I recommend curtains? Frosted glass? A bathrobe?
When you live in a home that sits on property bounded by route 9 in Wellesley, keep in mind that there are people going by in cars a paltry 200 feet away. I suppose, were I driving, I would be focused on the road but alas I was a passenger and therefore able to look around. And I saw you, butt cheeks --and all, thanks to your strategically placed mirror.
Might I recommend curtains? Frosted glass? A bathrobe?
November 9, 2009
Whaddya mean, I have to wait?!?
Online banking. 24/7 access to my account(s). Unless, of course, their server is hung. Heaven forfend I should be required to actually pick up the phone and talk to someone.
It's not as if I don't have other things I could be doing -- laundry, dishes, prepping dinner -- but I had decided this was the time I was going todevote to matters financial use to justify sitting on my butt while still completing a chore.
It's not as if I don't have other things I could be doing -- laundry, dishes, prepping dinner -- but I had decided this was the time I was going to
October 30, 2009
October 29, 2009
I'm not a Luddite
Here I sit, on my couch, posting to my blog using my iPhone. I don't have to worry about capitalization or punctuation, or even spelling correctly as my iPhone auto-complete takes care of most of it for me. I'd like to say that I am so tech saavy that I understand it all, but I can unequivocally state that I have achieved the equivalent of 'can't program the VCR' status for my generation.
All I did was give my insanely small computing device a few passwords (that took me a shamefully long time to remember) and, Hey Presto!, the little blogging gremlins are running around at electron speed doing their magic.
In contrast, or irony, or simply under the category 'Things That Make You Go Hmmm': as I type, James Bond is wandering about Tokyo with Bond-girl Aki, speaking in telegram-ese into some ersatz (ooh, iPhone doesn't know ersatz!) communicator that is the size of a cigarette lighter. I'm pretty sure his communicator - unlike my iPhone - doesn't have a built in address book, arcade games, camera, notepad, voice recorder, banking applications..... Yada yada yada. Take that, 007! Oh wait. I'm comparing my 2009 self to a 1967 super-spy. And I do remember when "Chirp-beep-beep-chirp Kirk here" was a pipe dream.
Ooh, I just thought of a awesome ringtone! Now if I can only figure out how to get it on my phone.
All I did was give my insanely small computing device a few passwords (that took me a shamefully long time to remember) and, Hey Presto!, the little blogging gremlins are running around at electron speed doing their magic.
In contrast, or irony, or simply under the category 'Things That Make You Go Hmmm': as I type, James Bond is wandering about Tokyo with Bond-girl Aki, speaking in telegram-ese into some ersatz (ooh, iPhone doesn't know ersatz!) communicator that is the size of a cigarette lighter. I'm pretty sure his communicator - unlike my iPhone - doesn't have a built in address book, arcade games, camera, notepad, voice recorder, banking applications..... Yada yada yada. Take that, 007! Oh wait. I'm comparing my 2009 self to a 1967 super-spy. And I do remember when "Chirp-beep-beep-chirp Kirk here" was a pipe dream.
Ooh, I just thought of a awesome ringtone! Now if I can only figure out how to get it on my phone.
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