I got pulled over. It wasn't my first time, not just speeding but looking down the short end of a cops ticket book, not that we call them cops anymore as it's not deemed politically correct; and the ticket books have been exchanged for an AS400 on the front seat of the patrol car. Back to the story: I’ve been pulled over many times in the past especially in my younger days but that was long behind me, so I thought.
Are you ready for some NASCAR? Wait, wrong sport. In August, I attended my first Nascar event in Bristol, Tennessee. Up until then, I had never even seen a race on television so when my buddy asked me if I wanted to go on a road trip and drive 700 miles to watch 41 guys and hot girl drive 500 more miles, I didn’t say yes, I said hell yes. Well not immediately. He offered to drive and said attendees of the race would have long hair and be wearing Daisey Dukes and cowboy boots. He didn’t tell me that would be the guys.
I have a Jeep Wrangler and a Toyota Corolla and the Jeep would be too bouncy and the Corolla too practical for such an impratical event which consists of 42 drivers steering gas guzzlers in one perpetual left turn when gas prices are flirting with $4. For the trip I thought we should have a Corvette or a Monte SS or at least a Malibu, or something American made which wouldn't be from any American car company because they're all made in Mexico and Canada now. We drove his four door Honda Civic, made in Ohio and with an automatic, which just seemed wrong until you consider that a Toyota Camry won the race.
"Mine is bigger than yours" is what my friend told me and I'm not sure what he meant but I have been side by side with him at the urinal at least a few times in the past twenty years and I'm quite certain he meant his cell phone screen but either way, he was trying to piss in the tall weeds with the big dogs.
I have an iPhone 5 with a 4" screen and he now has, as of last week, a Samsung Galaxy S4 with a 5" screen and he told me all of this while on line at Aunt Annie's, with two very attractive girls behind us, and it was something like "I got 5 inches dude. I'm finally bigger than you" to which the girls laughed and to which I had no response. Before I bought the iPhone 5 on launch day, I had a HTC Evo, the original and not the 3D disaster, which had a 4.3" screen while he had a Blackberry and I used to hold my Evo phallically near my crotch and tell him "I won't tell your wife" so I guess this was revenge somehow on his part.
My friends who have Samsung phones say they only went Korean because of screen size but it seems like they're barking up the wrong operating system and they'd, according to them, most certainly purchase an iPhone if there was more glass and I'd be as happy as a dentist with a waiting room full of rednecks if they'd put a phone in my iPad Mini and the Samsung Galaxy Note of similar size is called the No Face in some asian countries because when petite women hold the Note up to their ear, all you see is phone.
My girlfriend says size doesn't matter and she most certainly isn't talking about screen size but she has an iPhone 5 with a 4" screen, and with the rumored iPhone 6 expected to have a 4.7" or 5.7" screen, she tells me "I'd do anything, I mean anything, to have at least 5.7 inches."
Big Brother is always watching but I think 1984 was a bit optimistic and it’s now happened but not in the Edward Snowden way. It used to be you could maintain your privacy by keeping the curtains closed but Orwell never anticipated the home game of us actually inviting it into the house with Google Now always listening and the Xbox One always watching. Siri knows where I am without tracking down my friends and Google Plus and iCloud have all of my info.
With technology on the advance, I don’t think there’s ever a chance of have a de-vance (or is it non-vance?) and even less chance of my ever being alone, which actually could help with the depression around the holidays.
My girlfriend has never eaten a full meal, at least not around me. I noticed it the first time we went out for dinner. She asked if I wanted any appetizers and I didn’t but I didn’t want to be ‘that guy’ - the guy who eats a salad and takes home leftovers when he's trying to impress a date. I know that on a first date, if I take home a doggie bag, they might as well wrap up my testicles as I won't be needing them.
My editor called me 59 days in a row asking me to review The Wolf of Wall Street; I told him I could save him $112.50 on a movie ticket as I already saw the movie when Michael Douglas starred in it. Being a humor writer, he assumed I was joking.
Rather than throw a dart at the listings, I looked at 100 movie times and picked one. It was an afternoon showing and instead of the typical movie theater patrons, I was surrounded by a pack of Gordon Gekko-ites wearing silk ties, suspenders, brightly colored socks, and with their hair slicked back like Leo in a Titanic tuxedo; and that was the women.
I had a caffeine problem or rather caffeine had a me problem as I consumed it and all of its children every chance I got and I’d drink it so I could keep up the image of being shot out of a cannon and over time, I would get groggy and dehydrated which would mean I would need more caffeine to get over the effects of the caffeine and how does liquid, which is supposed to hydrating, make you dehydrated and no one could be on all of the time, not even me.
My vice of choice was Coke Zero which makes sense as that’s how I'd feel two hours after I drank one but sometimes I’d choke down a Diet Coke if the other stuff wasn't available which also works as its after effects made me want to DIEt. The word caffeine is the French merging of cafe and coffee but I’m not sure where they got the ‘n’ from and to top it off and decaf coffee make no sense since it literally translates to non-caffeinated caffeine in a cafe.
I stumbled across it quite accidentally and quite honestly, I almost missed it if it hadn't almost slapped me in the face. My niece wanted to go to Comicon which is where some teenagers, and mostly immature adults, dress up like comic book characters and superheroes as if it’s Halloween. It's also the opportunity for skinny nerds to get their picture taken with random hots girls - a chance for girls to dress like hookers, which is called Tuesday at my local high school.
It’s a day where people can take themselves a little less seriously; I’ve always been on the more goofy side and in the past, when asked what I was going to be when I grow up, I wouldn’t answer because maturity was never a goal of mine.
One September Saturday just after a Friday and just before October, my job sent me to NYC for a day of training. I'm not one to milk the company and since we make baby wipes, I'd probably get more rubbing alcohol than anything, but since I was there, I delayed my trip home to the big rocky north, at no additional expense to my company.
After getting out of training at 5:30pm and escorting the cutie I was with to her train, I decided to soak up all that NYC, and more specifically Grand Central, had to offer. I arrived at around 6:15 or so and the next train was scheduled to leave at 6:43 with trains running every 60 mins after that. I was bumped around the main concourse and accidentally got in more pictures than when I purposely Waldo-bombed photogs at ComicCon. I had soaked up so much of the station that I needed to soak in a vat of penicillin.
With WWDC behind us, the September 10th event looming, and the rumors flying around like crows in a Hitchcock movie, I thought about throwing my hat into the ring but decided against it as I might not get it back and it's one of those really cool Indiana Jones lids.
Anywho, Apple is moving away from Mountain Lion and to Mavericks which is a famous surf spot off the coast of California and is not so ironically named for someone's pooch. Apple has leaped, or is it leapt, from cats to dogs which is man's best friend which is odd because I've never had a best friend hump my leg and poop on my white carpet.