Well, it’s that time of year again: time to curse the lack of good fortune in our lives, with great gnashing of teeth, and–
Oh. No? Right, right, right. This year, I’m thankful for:
- The Cingular 8125 from HTC. I swapped my 2125 for it on a 30 day return, and man, this thing is rad to the max. Too bad Colin broke his. Idiot.
- The American steel industry: second to none except China, and still a great way to kill an afternoon as a tourist in scenic Pittsburgh.
- Children. They’re our future, you know.
All right, we’re out until Monday, because if you think for a minute that we’re going to VPN in from our food comas to update this thing, you had probably better get me another slice of pie, because you’re extremely wrong. At best, I’ll open ONE eye, but certainly not two, to watch football tomorrow. Seriously, roll me over and put enough gravy on the stuffing so I can drink the whole thing with a straw. I’M OUT!
We can’t all be leaders. Some of us naturally will be, but the rest become followers. Like Aram, for example.
I got the hot new HTC 8125 and my roomate and coworker Aram (”coworker” may not be the right term. I work. I’m not sure what he does.) had to go right out and get the same model. I can’t blame him. I’d imitate me too.
Fortunately, however, I broke mine. I say fortunately because it was insured and a check for $150 above the value of the phone is on its way in the mail with my name on it. After I get it, I’m going to buy a new 8125 and pocket the cash. Too bad Aram didn’t break his. Idiot.