Well, my long nightmare is over: I have cell phone service again (same number as always, for those who had my number previously), but with an upgraded new Treo 650.
To my great relief, my calendar and phone numbers all transfered over perfectly. There will still be some transition time — the new Contacts info manages things automatically that previously I had to use shareware to do on the old Treo 300 (which is still doing its best imitation of a hockey puck), so that’ll all have to be transferred around manually over time — not to mention gearing up for new functions like getting my work e-mail on my phone and installing new software on this more powerful machine.
Woo hoo!
Because it’s a hot (OK, lukewarm) topic on a super sekrit message board where I post, I present to you: Are You a Yankee or a Rebel?
97% Dixie. Is General Lee your grandfather?!
No, in point of fact, he is not (although my college girlfriend was born in the same county he was), but my Grandfather Ekmark did have a picture on the wall of his study featuring an elderly confederate soldier asking “Forget? Hell, no!”
Yankees will be shot on sight, y’all.
(Source. And my goodness, Canadian women certainly tan dark when they actually get a chance to see the sun in between attacks by the polar bear armies, although I suppose said armies have retreated for the summer and the beaver and moose offensive hasn’t really taken off yet.)
Todd Behrendt, now the assistant managing editor of FOXSports.com, whom I knew back when he was a wet-behind-the-shaggy-hair punk at Dear Newspapers who was lucky to get to cover a high school sports game in between covering real estate articles/fluff pieces, is now the most powerful man in sports. Joe Gibbs washes his car each week (which is quite a commute, living on opposite coasts as they do) and the Baltimore Orioles cook and clean for the Behrendts.
And now, Todd has a blog. Even though it can’t possibly be as funny as me calling him up at the Potomac News and using a funny voice pretending to be outraged that he didn’t cover some obscure sporting event, he promises it will be both wild and wacky and that he’ll be posting Danica Patrick’s cell phone number.
Check it out.
No one who knows me in a non-professional capacity is surprised to learn that the last time I went to the principal’s office was a week before I graduated from South Lakes High School. (I called my drama teacher a bitch and, frankly, she was getting off easily with that.) I was a “challenging student” for my educators over the years.
In contrast, when it comes up when talking to people I deal with in professional life — today it was the man who oversees the expulsion process for the Hesperia Unified School District — they find it strange. (Tom Loomis actually laughed and laughed and laughed at the idea.)
I either put on a very good face to the world in my professional life or Hesperians have a much better impression of journalists in general than I guessed (and better than might be deserved, given the checked pasts of so many journalists that I know).
Don’t do it!
(Did you yawn?)
Of course, the whole yawns-are-contagious thing may be hooey. Or it may not. Who knows?
(Source.)
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