Last night, Jenny came to me with some disturbing news.  An old, dear friend of ours was not long for this world.  Our loyal servant, a faithful companion who has been with me through five homes, and four moves, is now nearing his last breath ( Read more... )

If I have an object that wraps around my head, covers my ears, has a few buttons on the sides, and is communicating wirelessly with four devices at once, I'm pretty sure that at some point, I managed to become a parody of myself AND of Star Wars.

Just sayin'. 

 Dear Apple,

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-- No.

Thank you.

Every so often, I have the urge to rant, nay, outright bitch about the current state of technology.  This is one of those days.  I've had more than my fair share of gadgets, as most people realize, and at the end of the day, each and every one of them sucked, usually for all the same reasons:  The software.

My day at work consists of managing a ( Read more... )

(Have I used that title before?  Whatever.)

So, Botcon falls on the same weekend as a friend's wedding.

Barring some massive logistical miracle, the toy robots have lost this battle. 

Okay, so I just handed up a proposal that brought the IT budget to just a hair under $300,000.

Per year.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

Gabe, are you still coming to New York this weekend?

I ask because Jenny's also celebrating her birthday, and so dinner and drinks are pretty likely in both cases. Might as well get everyone together in one place, right?

(Right?)

Dear God, it tastes EXACTLY like Big Mac.

Yeah, yeah, I already saw it. I'm keeping quiet until Monday, at the least, at which point the spoilergloves are off.

That said, does anyone else want to see it this weekend?

I SLEEP NOW.