Watch it, I say!
UPDATE: Well, are you watching?
UPDATE: Yes, I'm talking to you.
UPDATE: Look, I'm telling you: you'll be sorry if you don't watch. Trust me on this.
UPDATE: Ha! Did you miss me? Well you would have if you kept watching like I told you. Don't let your attention wander again.
The bad news is that my next door neighbor is still singing Me! Me! Me! at the top of her voice.
The good news is that owing to some departures and additions in my section, some office assignments are being switched around and I get to move to another hall (with a better view, I might add).
The guy who's taking over my cubicle came by the other day to ask how it was. I simply smiled Sphinx-like and told him that I had no complaints.
This is the kind of shit we're going to have to put up with from the macZealots we have to deal with on a regular basis.
Check out the drool encrusted specs here.
Touch screen for a keypad? No tactile response? It's going to suck.
Wanna be a millionaire? Start calling up Chinese manufacturers to find the fastest, cheapest one who will produce, pack and ship 1 million, custom designed scratch-resistant iPhone "pockets" with a drawstring, optional lanyard and/or belt clip and a pocket on the back that contains a branded, scratch resistant buffing cloth. Afficianados will certainly want the buffing cloth cut from Steve Jobs' old tighty-whities. They'll pay triple for the portion that cradled his nutsack...probably more if it's unwashed.
And what's with the android model hand in that photograph?!? Check out how long the thumb is in comparison to the other fingers! An obvious attempt to make the thing look smaller than it is. (Which I know "I" don't want in a left hand...)
ME?? I want one of these!
Have I mentioned before that the office next to mine is inhabited by a woman who has a) an extremely loud and carrying voice and b) a life of ongoing crises seemingly plucked straight out of "Oprah"?
She's forty but seems to be dealing with issues most of us have got past by about seventeen or so. Or rather, she's dealing with issues that confront the average forty year old - marriage, kids, career, life goals - the way a seventeen year old would. And with the results that you'd imagine.
At first I was just annoyed at the distraction. Now I'm filled more with a combination of pity and horror, pity that she should be having these problems and horror that she apparently doesn't even understand her own immaturity is at their root. How can somebody live like that?
Of course, I'm still annoyed, too.