3/18/10

I guess I'm about to join the zombie army of Kool-Aid drinking i-Phone sycophants. One of the horde has volunteered to buy me the 8 gig 3G i-Phone, just to corrupt another into the cult I guess. He assures me that he hated the touch screen keyboard too but “got used to it.” How does that Kool-Aid taste there buddy? Ooh, I wonder if I can get a sound bite of zombies saying, “Brains!” for my ring tone. No, better yet, the bite of kids yelling, “Hey Kool-Aid!” followed by the pitcher saying, “Oh yeah!” That’ll be the ticket. I wonder how many people would get it when my phone rang to that. Tee hee. I'll probably save the “Brains!” bite for e-mail or text messages or something. I sure hope John can finger out how to link Ms. Clio's blue tool thingy to it. I gotta have my blue tool in Ms. Clio. If you know what I mean! I'm trying to think if there are any other things I'm going to want to transfer from the Dingleberry. I do have a 2 gig memory card with a bunch of songs on it but they aren't stored with any album information. I may have to break out the old Vista laptop and reload my music from there. That shouldn't take too long, it will but it shouldn't. Yes, it’s true, the Vista laptop has not been sacrificed. I still have it sitting there collecting dust. Of course, knowing Tiny and Flaccid, it probably won't work after sitting so long. Why? Hell, I don't know! Because all the mega flippy-floppies ran out, or something. Chicken bones and virgin blood and shit, computers are all voodoo anyway. Wait, what was I talking about? Oh, right, downloading music. Yeah, I know there is an Apple “store” out there on them interwebs with music and crap. I suppose I could look into that. Who knows. Maybe. Well, I have now done two things today which almost guarantee John calling me at 1100 h to go to lunch. A) I have a decent parking spot. 2) I just ate a bag of Chili Cheese Fritos and a package of Vanilla Zingers. I'm not going to want to eat for another hour or two. What? Yes, I eat crap all the time. Something is going to kill me someday, I might as well enjoy the food while I'm here. Jeez, while you’re harping on me, have a go at the fact that I'm washing all of that junk down with a 20oz bottle of “Tard Fuel,” AKA Mountain Dew! Mmm, tasty! You don't get a body like this through exercise and hard work, you know. OK, John called to say he was not available for lunch after all. I guess we’ll go get my “Kool-Aid zombie curse” after work then. Well, I've been away for a while now. I had some lunch, met with a smokin’ hottie across the street, came back to this side of campus and fingered out how to tune in the basketball game in the office of a hairpiece of considerable size, and now I'm back to finish talking to y'all. Hmm, well I guess that’s it then. I'll talk to y'all again tomorrow. Brains!