This message is brought to you live from my living room!
Your intrepid blogger has finally moved into the twenty-first century, and my vehicle to this new millenium is my new laptop. And since I got the laptop, I had to get the fancy wireless router.
I’ll have carpal tunnel in a week and a half.
More on that in a minute…but first, I saw something saying that Michael Jackson’s fans picket TRL to protest Eminem’s appearance. Then, Mike calls them, gets on a speakerphone, and commends them for their diligence.
Here’s the thing…It’s been almost twenty years since Michael made a really good album (though i will say that Dangerous is pretty good). That leads me to believe that most of those protesters were pretty grown.
They need to get some damn jobs.
And Mike needs to hit the studio to kill all the dead time he’s got because of all this court business. Look at the good work R. Kelly has done under similar circumstances. Then, maybe Mike wouldn’t have to wait half a decade before releasing an album.
Lives…people need to get them. Yes, there is a serious irony in someone saying that before he gets into the excitement of having a wireless modem. Pot, meet the kettle. Kettle, pot.
Both of us are black as hell.
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Anyway, I always stuck with the desktop for one simple reason…they’re cheaper. Like hundreds of dollars cheaper for the same specs. But what was the biggest hangup before was that if I was logged on, I’d still be tethered to one spot, so what would be the use of getting the laptop? My hands are too big for most keyboards that work with these things, so it was just a way frustrate myself at a serious premium.
Now we have wireless, allowing geeks, weirdos, and techies of the world to log on from damn near anywhere. You wanna find out how many people are on this wireless move? Just take your laptop to someone’s house (if it has a wireless card, that is) and see how many networks you can get on. From my house, I can log on to three different people’s networks, and I’m in phase one of my development.
That’s almost enough to make me wanna cut my Road Runner off and just mooch. With my luck, I’d do that and buddy next door would lose his gig, leaving me without the ‘net. And for real, I’d rather be without soap than be without a connection.
Sounds stinky to you, but I could hang. No internet, and I’d get in so much trouble. For the most part, the computer is good clean fun, keeping me away from bad ideas (most of whom have soft skin and wear perfume).
‘Tis all about safety and sanity, shawty. The two big S’s.
Perhaps I just felt like using this as an excuse to fully explain just what a nerd I am underneath everything. Maybe I’m just bragging to spite those not fortunate enough to get on this good ‘net form anywhere.
Or maybe I just ramble. Can’t figure it out just yet.
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Back on Friday with a send-off to the ODB. Next week, the piece on Puffy will run. Also, Clarence the Runaway Slave has a joint on his blog that I’m digging. Read and enjoy.
