Crankcase

Two bags of jelly beans, a ten-year old and a Tilt-A-Whirl.

Ahh, finally back for a few. Got a major project off my chest at work, and yes, the whip marks are scabbing up nicely. I have two more projects starting to rear their heads and start charging towards me, blinded by poor management and weak with budget, so this may result in more fragmented writings. I do deeply apologize for having not come up for air sooner, but breathing comes out of our vacation days and I only have four days left.

You know what drives me nuts? In an age where electronics grow exponentially faster and smaller, where data can be fired around the world with blinding speed and efficiency, we haven't come up with something that allows you to write down what's in your head without actually writing it. During my off hours painting our bedroom and sanding floors I wrote blog entries at about a page a day. Stories about meeting friendly workers at Home Depot, discussions about training Maggie for agility and search and rescue work (laugh all you want, but we got her starting to climb ladders this weekend), endless re-writes about my love of Legos, pages and pages of dren for this site. And for my efforts? This, a crappy, three paragraph review of the last weekannahalf. I keep thinking that the day will come soon that we'll screw the whole idea of cell phones and pagers and just go for implants that fit right into the ol' brain bucket, a la Ghost in the Shell style data linkups. Think something up, a design idea, an essay, and you can dump it into a computer program while you eat dinner and watch re-runs of the Nanny (one of the Missus's fave shows and one of my most hated). Surf the web while at the gym, research term papers while hosting a kegger, call and talk to someone without ever opening your mouth. I'd be willing to live with a T1 port at the base of my medulla for such a thing. How about you?

Oh, and a reminder for those interested in seeing a mass gathering of idiots: this coming Sunday, Sunday, SUNDAY! Point Pleasant Beach, to the left of Jenks, it starts at noon but get there early unless you like walking seventeen blocks from your car to the boardwalk. You should be looking for this man:

posted by: Jiggsy at 02/23/04 17:55 | link | comments |

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