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I didn't see that coming

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My post title should refer to John McCain and the candidate’s campaign suspending. But, I still haven’t processed the inner meeting of that tactic.

Tactic it must be, ‘cuz I’m just not feeling sincerity from that man.

Nope, the title is related to my mundane existence. With a headache, possibly of the migraine variety, I took off out of work, and I headed home. When I got there, I realized M. was not home, and a quick call verified he had jogged on toward the work place from which I had just rolled away. Back in my car I got and found him in the mean streets of MP to go find food for dinner.

Since my head was throbbing, I tossed him the keys and rode along. He first headed to the gas station to fill up the tank above the fumes currently powering it.

My car it was, so pumping I did. I washed the very pollen and dust-coated glass of the windshield, while he got a refreshing beverage inside. Normal, boring, uneventful, and my head throbbed along. Finishing my squeegee action on the glass, I slouched back into the passenger seat, and M. drove away.

Did you know those hoses on gas pumps detach when you yank on them by driving away with the nozzle still penetrating your car?

A kid in the gas station shouted after us as we got into position to pull out into traffic. M. didn’t know what was happening, until I jumped out of the car and pulled out the nozzle and held it up to him. We were a good 6 to 12 feet from the pump.

I learned that not only does the hose detach itself, but they ask for you to come inside to provide your name, address and phone number just in case you jammed it all up and they need a check for repairs. It’s wonderful that even at this age I can still learn.

My two regrets: We didn’t take a picture, especially sad since we were at an intersection of a busy street during commute time, and a whole lot of folks seemed to be enjoying our show. The second is with a pounding headache, I didn’t let loose the laughter my stupid stunt deserved. M. did.

Up too late for a school night

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But, you could argue that it’s work related. I work in a rather globally focused workaday world. So, staying up late to watch Babel makes sense, right? You dig, we all be globally inter-related and everyone is kind of the same.

I got to see that up close and personal in Uganda. Happily, unlike in the moving pictures, no one was shot or even dehydrated.

Meanwhile, speaking of my toil — Conceivably, the only reason I got my job at all was because I mentioned in the interview that I own a Mac. (Remember I did interview at this somewhat reputable, somewhat high-class gig at the same time as the ultimate in international marketing presence, the L’Occitane store at the mall. I mean, hell, they’re from Provence. That’s in France.)

Anyway, I got this job instead. The person under whom I toil, loves herself a Mac. Only problem is the MacBook Pro is hella heavy. That’s why I myself picked up the $400 wonder that is the Asus EEE PC.
Two pounds, tiny and snug, and the puppy works. I even pimped it out with Windows XP, so I could hook up to the work force. You really don’t want to sling a MacBook Pro over your shoulder if you’re logging any one of the seven continents on a pretty regular basis.

The answer, of course, if you’re a Mac fanatic of means would be the MacBook Air.
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As any Mac freak as myself would tell you, you don’t go buying the latest in the Apple world the week of their World-Wide Developers’ conference until AFTER Steve gives his keynote. Your thing could be the now cliched “one more thing.”

So, tomorrow, among my other stresses and tasks and things they make me do for the ability to pay my bills, I have to keep an eye on the web reports. Poor me. Hard work that.

Now instead of being surreptitious about my web ways at work, I have to report back in about web surfing. (Amusingly related, some one half asked at a real meeting in SF if I might want to do some consulting on web stuff, spreading info through weblogs particularly. Something might come of it. Who knows.)

While I’m checking in on the keynote, I, of course, will be wondering on the big rumor of Apple rumors of du jour, the new generation iPhone. I wonder what I might be dialing later this month, if I was to call you. After all, that fucktard GWB gave me a couple of bucks to stimulate the economy. It’s chilling unglamorously and unspent in my savings account earning interest. But, I gather that’s un-American or something. I think I’m supposed to be buying gas.

By the way, I heard on the radio the rest of the country is now averaging over $4/gallon. Wimps, California has been rocking that level for a while.

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