Will it be worth it?

Here's an article from the NY Times about the Amazon Kindle.

Mine arrives on Tuesday. I ordered it on 27 December.

You're on Candid Camera

While on this trip to LA, I was surprised at how many times I was on camera.

On the turnpike heading to the airport.

In the parking garage.

In the airport.

At LAX.

On the Hertz bus.

At Hertz.

Leaving Hertz.

At the parking garage for the hotel.

In the hotel.

At certain intersections.

At the donut shop.

At Castrol.

At McDonalds.

At the italian place we stopped to eat at.

And back again.

We are quickly becoming similar to the UK as far as surveillance. Ok. Not that far.

Sitting at LAX waiting on the red eye back home, one has time to think of such things. I hope I can sleep on the plane, because I leave at 10:15 Pacific time and get back at 6:12 am on Friday morning. Straight to work I go.

Such is life. It should only hurt for a little while.

College Grad

I'm in Los Angeles now, but more about that later.

I received confirmation today that I am now a college graduate with a Bachelors of Science.

Yipee.

Now it's time to start on the Masters.

Catch Me if You Can.

A guest post from Sir Zipadelli.

What's happening, my peeps?

Lots of sleeping and licking me balls for me. OK. I lick where I think my balls should be, but they haven't been there in some time.

Anyways, I have a story for you from this weekend. I'm going to use Brad Paisley's song, "Mr. Policeman" to help me tell the story because I was thinking of it the entire time this was happening. The song is about him taunting a policeman to catch him in his 75 Firebird Trans Am. Let me set the stage.

The oldest of the little monsters had just got done taking me for a walk. I had been a good boy on the walk, but it was all part of my master plan. I knew I had her trust, so she dropped the leash when she opened up the door. And we're off!!

In case you can't figure it out, the words in italics are from the song.
Hey! Hey! Mr. Policeman. I bet I can drive faster than you can. Come on hoss let's have some fun, go ahead and shoot me with your radar gun, you look bored and I sure am so catch me if you can. Go on, turn on your bluelights (so pretty). you know you want to, I just flew by. I can see you peeling out, how my dust taste in your mouth, come on Smokey it's time to race. Let's have us a high speed chase.

Now I'm out of the yard and across the street. The daddy monster is out of the house and walking my way. I look at him, more like stare at him,...wait for it....I'm off!! Just like the song says, catch me if you can!! I race to the next street with the fat bastard in hot pursuit. Boy does he look pissed!! By now we're about a block away from the house.

Hey! Hey! Mr. Policeman. A chopper in the air and a couple of swat vans. That's no fair blocking the road, where am I supposed to go, time to use my back-up plan, catch me if you can.

There wasn't a chopper in the air, but now the mama monster is in the van with the smallest monster. They tried blocking me from crossing the street, but I was much too quick.

Hey! Hey! Mr. Policeman. I bet I can run faster than you can. With your big pot belly and your cowboy boots, a hundred bucks says you won't shoot. I know these woods like the back of my hand, catch me if you can!!

I stopped to take a leak and I let the daddy monster get close to me. I sniffed around so he would think I was occupied and not paying attention. I let him get close and then I was off!!

Go on, turn on your spotlight (so shiny). I've got running shoes and I'm younger than you and I've got all night. There's no way your keeping up with me, go on back to Krispy Kreme, If you want to quit I understand. Catch me if you can.

To my immense enjoyment, he ran after me. He chased me for 3 houses and then started to walk. I stopped and turned to look at him thinking, "There's no way you're keeping up with me. If you want to quit, I understand." The dude looked pitiful!!

It was right about now that I saw another dog at the back door of the house I was at. I figured I had some time, so I went up to the door to take a look. You never know, I might just get lucky with a hot dame. Funny enough, this is the part of the song where they just pick for awhile. And then, they pause for a second before they sing...

I'm in the jail house now. I'm in the jail house now. He told me once or twice, son respect my author-a-tie, I'm in the jail house now.

While I was screwing around with the other dog, the daddy monster was able to sneak up on me and grab my leash. I immediately knew I had been beat. He walked me home with my head hung low in shame. I was so confident, and the defeat was crushing. After all the taunting, he had caught me. Even worse, he paraded me through the neighborhood in my defeat.

Later, bitches. I have to go fart on his pillow to get back at him.

If you haven't heard the song, go here and click scroll down to Mr. Policeman. Click on it for a free sample.

Greenville, South Carolina

I haven't been much of a blogger lately. I have to admit that I find Zippy's letter to Santa hilarious. I probably find it a little too funny.

I spent some time at the GE facility in Greenville, SC this week. They make the wind turbines there. They are massive!! I was asked to go there to share best practices with the Castrol people there at their site. I walked away glad that I did not work there.

The most important revelation I walked away with was this:

I need a camera phone.

I love my crack-berry, but why I didn't get one with a camera escapes me. As I waited patiently for my delayed flight back to Philly, there was ample material to post about. Pictures would have definitely brought this post to life.

There were the low-techies. This group of 6 were doing the unthinkable. They didn't have out their laptops or their ipods. No Blackberrys. They were actually talking, and having a good time of it. They were looked at as oddities.

Diabetes boy sat across from me. He had his laptop and ipod going, but he also had one of those pager looking insulin machines hooked up to him.

Crazy tye dye guy was...crazy looking. He looked like Gene Simmons, long hair and all. There were a few times I thought a confrontation was inevitable as he meandered around the terminal mumbling to himself.

Business man was a fit 60ish dude with a tailored suit. Very spiffy.

Knowledge man spoke of his poweress on his phone, while know-it-all Sal told anybody who would listen how great he was at....well, at everything.

Then there was *whistle*. Good lord.

The prep troop, who dropped their bags because they were done lugging them around, sat next to pearly white grandma. Ivan the Russian was rushing to his flight, while what was she thinking gal got off her flight wearing clogs. Scared tennis girl looked like she wanted her mommy, while grunge wanna be had "I don't like your girlfriend" written all over her. Then there was trifecta boy. He had his phone, ipod and laptop burning. What a cliche he was.

Pictures would have added so much more to this dull post.

On a side note, the number of Amazon Kindle sightings: 0

I will say one thing about my trip. All of the people were nice. Genuinely nice. Good southern hospitality.

Me, on the other hand...