Evil Pods

Winter and Spring are playing chicken with each other. A warm day, followed by some snow, washed down with some rain. Repeat cycle. February is like a bipolar illusionist, messing with our collective minds. All you can do is wait him out. The good news is that we are over halfway to March, so it's all downhill from here.

Last Saturday we took care of our taxes; and by "We" and "take care of our taxes" I mean that I pushed the child around Southdale mall while the wife sat with our accountant. Lest you think that I was the one to get off easy I would mention that the child was in a foul mood; We were in a condition that I will from here on refer to as 'Shark mode' - Stop moving and you die.

I stopped by the Mac store. Every time I'm in that place it's the same thing- I am a leper PC user browsing in their midst. Before I can look around I have to scan the crowd and see if Lileks or any of my clients from Magnetic Poetry are there. I browse with the trepidation of that moment when one of the folks from Magpo appears out of nowhere, pointing at me and shrieking a la "Invasion of the Body Snatchers." Lileks doesn't know me so I wouldn't expect him to recognize me. Still if he pointed at me and shrieked I wouldn't be suprised. I reek of PC's.

It's not my fault that I am enamored with the photo Ipod. But for the money I might as well save for this pocket PC. Star Trek never anticipated that the communicator and the tricorder might get morphed into one device. Why do you think that Geordi had one? He needed something to carry around all his his George Clinton tunes.