What In Gay Hell...

I'll be in St. Louis in less then twelve hours! Four days and three nights out of one 21"x13" carry-on. *cries* Sometimes being gay is such a pain in the ass.

Portability Returns

The last time I bought a laptop was when I quit my day job to go back to school. When my Grandfather died my sister said I'd probably get more use out of his laptop than I would as I was going back to the U for my Psych degree. No educational plans behind this one though:

HP Pavilion DV9740US 17" High-Definition LCD Entertainment Laptop Intel Core 2 Duo T5450 Processor/ 3 GB /320 GB/Blu-ray ROM/dual DVD writer/Quad-mode Wi-Fi/Nvidia GeForce 8600M 512MB/Webcam/Digital TV Tuner QAM/FM Vista Home Premium

Though not as fast as my primary machine, it has better video, more hard drive space, and a better video card. This will also be my first Blu-ray player. It's factory recertified so, with a Google Checkout coupon and free shipping, it cost me $980. Caught flack from friends about the brand and being reconditioned, but I'm not that concerned. Great specs for a fantastic price. So long as the first thirty days go well, I'm confident it will last me a long time. It left Chicago this morning so I'll probably be fiddling with it tomorrow night. Interestingly my sister just ordered a Gateway laptop from HSN. It was a little overpriced but she loves the HSN experience. She had called for advice while I was checking the shipping status of my own. Coworker told me that a Taiwanese company purchased Gateway so he avoids them. Hopefully my sister got a solid one.

Keep It in the Closet

On the way into work the iPod chose Janet's Nasty Boys which got me thinking how I always loved her work over her brother's. Haven't even bothered to tune into XM Radio's 24/7 Michael station they have going to celebrate the 25^th anniversary of the release of whatever. Thriller was great, loved the video, but his time is done. Not sure why I don't get nostalgic for his stuff like I do for so much other 80s and 90s stuff.

Just Another Pretty Face

Being in that wonderful Monday morning state of mind my eyes read “Natural Antioxidants” as “Natural Intoxicants” on the box of Swiss Miss No Sugar Added with Calcium Hot Cocoa Mix Rich Chocolate Flavor 60 Calories per envelope. One of the coworkers I sigh over was across from me wondering what I was snickering to myself about. When I told him, he looked at me completely blank. I sighed again.

Tried to recover by adding, “I wonder if it's Vodka or Rum, I've been more partial to Vodka lately.” His eyes sparkled now that I was speaking his vernacular. He laughingly says he goes right for the bourbon to which I shuddered and asked with a scrunched up face, “Corn?” There were one or two more words to cover the pain. Anything more would have been flirting so I fled.

Remove All Doubt

Had forgotten how I enjoy some 98° tracks. Never listen for very long since it annoys me how strongly gendered they are. I suppose it's necessary for four softly handsome guys to throw in a lot of “…, girl” to dispel the Lance Bass suspicions. Kills the fantasy though; back to Enrique.

Hands-free

Sometimes technology really frightens me.

I always leave my clothes out in front of my locker so others know that someone wet and naked will be back in that spot shortly. Unfortunately blatant hints like that don't always work. Walking up to my locker there was some old guy pushing my clothes out of the way. With a polite smile I say, “Those are mine.” to which he quickly apologizes and forces the naked man to his left to move over half a step. I sigh to myself and dress in the walkway.

I'm about half-way together when, out of the blue, the guy next to me says something to the effect of, “I will let you know as soon as that's in the mail.” He still has no clothing on so I can't look up or towards him. All I could do was freeze like a rabbit caught in a flashlight. He then continues on in lawyer-esque dialog while absent-mindedly toweling off. I shake it off and finish putting on my socks.

Not really sure why this caught me so off guard. I mean, I've gotten used to people walking down the street carrying on conversations with the thin air in front of them. These people can't always be dismissed as wack jobs anymore… they might be Blue Tooth enabled. Yet it doesn't seem right to be carrying on professional conversations in a locker room with all your parts flapping around.

Oh well. Might as well get used to it now. I'm sure bio-implants are just around the corner along with an end to privacy of any kind.