The second in-flight post!!!
It’s an hour or so into the flight, and time for a little airline commentary.
“Spirit airlines: we stack ’em and rack ’em.”
It’s the first airline I’ve been on where the seat backs don’t recline due to physical impossibility (assuming someone is behind you). As it is, in order for my legs to fit I have to spread…
This is my first in-flight post in a long time (as measured in senior Kauffman years).
Pretty exciting stuff, eh? In fact, it’s the most exciting thing in my life since the Lost finale. Heavy stuff, I know.
It’s my first venture outside the state of Florida in the post cancer era. But wait. I gets better. It’s my first real vacation since those hairy celled invaders started…
Brick
– verb
To strip a smartphone of all its useful features. To make it as useful as –
I performed my first open case surgery on the iPhone to replace its failing battery last weekend.
Pop quiz:
Do you spend $15 to do it yourself or give $80+ to Apple, plus suffer through a week without your phone while it ships back and forth to God knows where?
What do you do?
WHAT DO YOU…
I like getting love letters from my health insurance company. They catch me off guard, but it’s nice to know someone is looking out for me.
A few weeks ago I got a letter asking about all of my other insurance carriers after I made a rather large claim. They said they wanted to make sure I could “maximize my coverage.” As they said, “We’re constantly looking for ways…
A while back I wrote about a call I received in court on a really bad day. It invovled mistaken identities, my mother, and the possibility of cancer. If you recall, there was an instant when I was relieved it was my mother – because it meant it wasn’t my wife. I’d made a choice, consciously or not, and it made me feel terrible. We all make them. I don’t think we can help…
A few weeks ago, heresy showed it’s ugly face in the Kauffman household. Evil found a foothold in one of my vulnerable children. By now you know that when I speak of heresy I’m speaking of one thing: computers. Beth asked for a cheap Windows laptop.
In the name of Jobs, The Woz, and The Lost Partner, I beseech you: where have I gone wrong?
Because my parents were over at the time, my…
I’m going out on a limb here, talking about work. I figure this is a strong limb though.
I’ll be discussing my latest blogging hiatus shortly. A partial post is in the hopper. Something to look forward to, eh?
My office chair was fifteen years old and saw better days. It’s upholstery was clean and intact, but almost every mechanism was either failing or broken.
“Go new…
No, I should really know better.
When Cheryl and I moved here from Orlando we lived with her parents until we could find a place for ourselves. For almost as long as we’ve had a place of our own, Cheryl has been keeping an eye out for a place we could share with her parents.
Every time she’s proposed a place my answer was very simple.
NO.
I’ve never wavered. Every time I’ve…
I didn’t even know it had a name. I’d never seen it before my Beth’s PowerBook started having problems last month.
Apparently there is a screen of death on a Mac, the dread blue-screen equivalent: the GSOD, or grayed-out screen of death. I can’t blame you if you’ve never heard of it. It’s rarely seen in the wild, confined mostly to secret labs, under highly…