Manly-Man

I had breakfast with a friend and her mom last weekend and, while I had my head turned to speak with her mom, said friend reached over and grabbed hold of the hair sticking out the top of my shirt. "I just had to see if it was real," she said. "For better or for worse, there's plenty more where that came from," I responded.

This is just one more indication--apart from some old fashioned values and aesthetics--that I was born the wrong decade. How did we go from tufts of hair spilling out of leisure suits to grown men waxing the hair off their chests to look like prepubescent little boys? What changed? Surely not men, women and sex. Those three are immutable. Undoubtedly what changed are the myriad outside forces that act on those three. How can we be so prone to suggestion? As for me, I'm a proud, if anachronistic, manly-man.

Asus

This blog has featured a number of gutted notebook pics (also here). Here's another of my most recent project and the story behind it.

After breaking into my truck with a coat hanger I was so excited about finding my spare key in the ashtray that I forgot I'd left my computer bag sitting outside. When I backed out the bag tipped over into the path of the front wheel and that was the end of my relatively new and relatively high-end notebook computer!

I thought that was the end. Amazingly, this little Asus U6S still booted up just fine and only suffered a broken LCD, cracked case and a busted optical drive. I was gearing up to fix it myself when I read somewhere that Asus (and no one else in the industry) offers a one-year accidental damage warranty for free with every notebook if you register it within two months of purchase. More than two months had passed since I bought mine and I hadn't registered it, but they nonetheless honored the warranty and fixed it at no charge with a one day turn-around! They even paid for overnight shipping both ways.

I'm a loyal Asus fan from now on and you should be too.

Tossing the Shoebox

The first several months of this blog chronicles the ill-fated romance of a bird and a fish who, in the end, could find no place to make a home. It was quite obvious they never would, of course, but the fish had gotten a little impatient and indulged a lapse of integrity he’s none too proud of. There’s some good stuff there—good, heartfelt writing that I’ll probably archive somewhere, but not here.

By the time this posts I'll have gone back and redacted those postings. I'll henceforth keep in mind the lessons I learned.



'nough said about that.