Bloviate: or blog posts I am too lazy to write

  1. If I were 12-years old and out on the town with my buddies, then a Brazilian steakhouse would be f$%king awesome. Guys holding swords stacked with impaled roasted flesh and organ meat come to you, slice off pieces which you accept with a pair of mini-tongs, and then you signify “no mas” by flipping over a convenient table medallion – green for “pile it on, sword man”, red for “better get a bucket, I couldn’t eat another bite.”
  1. I have narcolepsy and can actually fall asleep between pitches in a baseball game, awakening for the windup and release, the swing or the hit, then back asleep when the play is concluded. I do this with a loud “snark” noise in keeping with my new found senility.
  2. I know I am not supposed to bitch about my PC. But, hey, I’m a user too. Here’s my beef, and it isn’t necessarily with the hardware (of course, which is perfect) but I availed myself of the convenience of the ThinkVantage System Update – reflashed my bios, did all the good computing stuff – and blech, blew away my audio. My point of clinical fascination whenever a product I help market goes south on me, is walking a mile in the customer’s shoes. Like – what would it be like to be an owner with the same issue? How would they get it resolved? is the answer. I felt like a dolt asking a question of the crowd, but hey, nothing like another user to help out a fellow user. Respect to the good people there who volunteer their time and knowledge. And no, I still don’t have audio.
  3. I have lust in my heart for the W700 mobile workstation we launched last summer. I played with one at our Olympic Showcase. Felt like I was driving a Peterbilt semi-tractor at 120 miles per hour with flames coming out my butt. They find pieces of our competitor’s PCs in the W700’s stool sample.
  4. I have lived in Google Docs the past few weeks and am here to declare they are good, indeed they are great.
  5. I continue to miss the Olympics. I could spend my life doing athlete blogging programs and be happy.
  6. October Gonzo blog on = fail.
  7. I wish I had a rowing race to go to every weekend. I sculled last Friday – on new slides and wheels – first in a decade. Slick as could be. I hate winter. Winter means erg and no rowing.
  8. Why am I surprised that there is fall foliage in North Carolina? Did I think New England had the lock on the pretty leaf department?
  9. Uncle Fester bought me and then patiently waited for me to install AppleTV. I did. It was good. I rented a movie. I watched it. I admit it, AppleTV is better than DirectTV Video on Demand. But I still detest the iTunes DRM crap.
  10. I watched three baseball movies last weekend. Bang the Drum Slowly, Field of Dreams, Eight Men Out. First was great theater with a cheesy 1972 made for TV soundtrack but an awesome sad song (Streets of Laredo, with the immortal line, best sung in my experience in an Italian accent, as Roberto Benigni did in “Night on Earth”: “I can tell from his outfit that he was a cowboy.” Makes me think of Village People everytime). DeNiro was overly-goofy, not his best and the New York Mammoths reminded me way to much of the despicable Yankees in their pinstripes. Eight Men Out: John Sayles, what can I say. Best writer to ever aim a camera and act in front of it. Field of Dreams: felt dated and dumb until the end when James Earl Jones gives the baseball speech:

    “The one constant through all the years, Ray, has been baseball. America has rolled by like an army of steamrollers. It has been erased like a blackboard, rebuilt and erased again. But baseball has marked the time. This field, this game: it’s a part of our past, Ray. It reminds of us of all that once was good and it could be again. Oh… people will come Ray. People will most definitely come.”

And here is Roberto Begnini as the tax driver in Night on Earth, confessing his sins to his holy passenger.

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