Cupertino

Good evening! I have no tales of bats or beasts with which to amuse you today. I come before, just as a dude, humbled.

Shannon's Birthday is sometime tomorrow. Old fart is finally catching up to the rest of us. Wait, is Tree out there? Don't tell her, but I got her

For the rest of the week? My usual Frisbee routine, which has become somewhat less-than-usual as of late. The monthly bowling game with marketing finally resumes this week (I haven't played since I got tied down). Also, the in-laws are visiting for the wife's birthday and we're picking pumpkins with the rest of the New Jersey brood. My first task as asshole will be to get a cat to fit into a jack-o-latern much like a lobster trap.

The office, in their infinite wisdom, saw fit to send me to Vancouver last week to teach a training seminar on the product I work on. In other words, they thought it was a good idea to put me in a room with 40 people with a microphone and leave me in charge. I'm not certain if they actually retained any course material, but I'm pretty certain I cemented the phrase "sum'abitch" in their vocabularies.

Really, what else could I say about my life that you couldn't figure out on your own? Still working, 9 months now. I'm due for some kind of review where I check the floor beneath me for some ACME-style trap door. I don't see anything terribly interesting happening on that front again for a while. One guy on my team is leaving on Friday, bringing our number down to something like 4. Maybe 5, depending on how loose your definition of a team is. Considering what we do, I think maybe this number is a bit... small.

My once-loyal S710A took a dump sometime just before I went to Canada. The battery, so far as I can tell, is in top shape. But the charging circuit that powers the battery seems to have gone out. It was then, with some reluctance I assure you, I procured an iPhone. I swear the Christ, it is fantastic. I've been massaging myself gently with hardware specifications online for sometime now, but only when you really dig your sweet, supple fingers into the thing does the warm, clean sensation it provides really exit the realm of fantasy. I'll spare you any details more pornographic than that, but if you have ever even considered adopting one, please, treat yourself.

What else... anything? No? The new Mae CD still holds a special place in my doldrum and I've been paying a bit of attention to the new JEW as well. More like Futures than Bleed American, it's OK so far, but nothing terribly special. I am bubbling at the thought of new Say Anything to come later this month. If you have details that would either engorge or deflate my... excitement... please, keep them to yourself and allow me my blissful ignorance.

Later, eh? There is Heroes afoot.