• High and Low.

    There can be no joy without despair, no love without hate, no laughter without tears. It is a given that there will be good times and bad times. There will always be a crest to any wave of contentment, and the ride to bottom can be sudden and swift. Sometimes all you can do is find solace in the fact that there will always be another wave.

  • The joy of portable computing.

    You haven’t lived until you have done some cordless computing away from home. “Ah, but doesn’t a laptop computer have less power than a desktop computer?” “Pshaw”, I say! Any fool can type at a desk. It takes a special kind of fool to type on an expensive piece of technological wonder balanced on one knee. And let’s not forget the cool factor of opening up your computer, wherever you are, and saying to the world, “look at me, I’m important, I’m doing computer work while you’re just sitting there wasting your time”. You thought cell phones were the billboard of choice for self importance? Nay, I say! Look at me, I’m really working cord free!

    Oh shit, my battery is dying. Where’s that power cable?

  • Spending what you don’t have.

    “I was thinking that I would go ahead and spend the money for a Clearwater rec. card so Beth can continue her swim lessons.”

    Sarcastically: “Will that leave enough money for a new computer?”

    Seriously: “Yeah, I think so.”

    Stunned: “…”

    My wife and I share a bond that has never been stronger.

    Did I mention that there is a new computer sitting in our living room? This has lead to more problems than I would have thought. Who among you can work knowing that a new toy is sitting at home waiting to be played with? Picture my office on Friday… I’m getting mentally prepared for a hockey game later that night; a new computer is sitting at home waiting to be configured to my exacting specifications; and it’s Friday for goodness sakes! Yes, I was in hell. I’ve had all weekend to bask in the glow of a new computer’s screen. I’m back at work, somewhat sated compared to Friday. Has it been enough to carry me over until this evening? Only time will tell. Only seven hours and ten minutes to go. Only four hundred minutes to go. Only twenty-five thousand and eight hundred agonizing clicks of the clock to go.

    I don’t think I’m going to make it.