Thursday, November 16, 2000
bad things: Bad pizza, iceburg salad and no beer plus a total lack of the usual blood'n'guts video games
good things: air hockey, free refills and total distraction for the six-year-old in all of us.
We won all these tickets from skeeball and smack-the-gator. Piles of them. It took me twenty minutes to count them all. Got up to the counter and anything worth having was 2000 tickets or more. I shudder to think how long you'd have to spend there to amass such a fortune.
Then I called dad. Dad and I probably enjoy cell phones more than anyone else we know; we call each other all the time just to chat. The cell has given the great gifts of ubiquity and economy: I can call him from any place in the country I happen to be and it's like we're in the same town.
Wireless IM next, I suppose. It will effect the way people write when their words are translated into text. Probably there will be features like "Um Delete" and foul-language filtration.
And so, and so...
And I'll say good night now before I break anything else.
There are some pictures of our new dog
This is very nice software. My good friend Brian maintains a web log that he himself wrote, a piece of software similar to this one.
At any rate, I do hope to keep this up. Something rather enticing about a public forum even if nobody reads it.