Social retard

What would've you (a guy) have done if you're crossing the street and a SUV filled with hot girls drives past you while you're waiting to cross the street, the girls lower their windows, and begin screaming at you in a WOOOOOOOOO!!!!! kind of way, and signal you to cross the street to where they were? Would you have yelled back "how're you all doing girls? Wanna give this man a ride somewhere?", gotten in the SUV, gotten to know them, gone partying, dancing with them, and if things went couple maybe made it with one or two of them?"

Or would've you acted like I did: crossed the street, stared at them for like 10 seconds while they stared at you in a "what the heck, don't you get it?"-sort-of-way, waited for them to get bored waiting for you and drive on, then wonder and wallow at the wholesome stupidity of your own self and wrote a blog about it?

I thought so.

Yes, I'm special. Too bad I'm not the kind of special I want to.

Well, this social retard is trying again.

Bored in Fresno

I am at room 418 in the Spring Hills Marriott Hotel @ Fresno, CA, and I am bored. I gotta do something... gonna talk a walk around... I'll see what i can find.

Way to be

Just a thing I thought of writing on my Blackberry on the way to Fresno from Austin... inside one of the airplanes coming here, I think:

Calm, but not lethargic
Firm, but not stubborn
Impetuous, but not reckless
Placid, but not oblivious
Prudent, but not afraid
Honest, but not harsh
Gentle, but not weak
Detached, but not numb
Focused, but not trapped
Yourself

OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG

MY... ADRENALINE LEVEL... JUST ROSE.... LIKE... LIKE... 500,000% WHEN I GOT NEWS OF THE FOLLOWING:

PAUL OAKENFOLD IS PLAYING IN HOUSTON TODAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG I'VE GOTTA TELL MARCOS TO TAKE ME! I'LL BEG HIM! I'LL GROVEL!

AND THAT'S NOT THE BEST PART!!!!!!!! INFEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCTTTTTTTTTTTTE
EEEEEEEEEEEDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMUUUUUUUUUU
UUUUUUUUSHSHSHSHSHSHSHSSHSHSHSHSHSH
SHSHSHSHSHSHHSHSHHSHOROOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM
MM
MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM WILL BE IN PHOENIX, AZ!!!!!!! ON APRIL THE 3RD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG!!! THAT'S THE EXAAAAAACT DATE I WILL BE ON PHOENIX TOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMG OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!

IT'S EXCELLENT!! IT'S PERFECT!!!! NOW I JUST HAVE TO ASK PERMISSION TO STAY ONLY ONE NIGHT... ONE MORE NIGHT AT ARIZONA... I'LL BEG THEM... I'LL KNEEL... I'LL KISS THEM... I'LL GROVEL... I WILL GO TO THAT CONCERT YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I've been looking for online tickets ever since I got the news. It says that the Oakie tickets are $30, and Infected Mushroom tickets are $20. They gotta be small concerts though... I mean, the price is low... I guess I can't expect TOO much... but still... INFECTED MUSHROOM!!!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! RULEEEEEEEEZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ!!!

aND NOW MY BLOG WAS MAGICALLY CONVERTED INTO, YET, JUST ANOTHER SPAM BLOG!!!! YAY!!!!!!

p.d: I can't stop smiling!!!!!!

Scrambling

Scrambling to acquire:

• Food
• Cars
• Jobs
  
• Housing
• Health
• Wealth
• Credit
• Education
• Degrees
• Knowledge
• Skill
• Experience
• Reputation
• Power
  
• Friends
• Humor
• Laughter
• Friends
• Company
• Caring
• Love
• Sex
• Fun
• Travel
• Miles
• Adventure
• Inventive
  
• Wisdom
• Strength
• Honor
  
• Purpose
• Significance
  
• Happiness
• Truth

Is that all what Life is? I just caught myself thinking it was. Does anyone else think in this way?

To me, it's obviously a wrong way of approaching life. And still, that's what I've been doing so far. Wasted my youth away thus - and here comes downhill heart again...

Any comments?

Pending review

So I'm still in the office waiting for my brother to finish up some "stuff", and I'm wondering what to do. So I have a couple of things in my mind right now:

• Deposit my $718.02 expenses check into my banking account.
• Get some shampoo (I've been washing my hair either with soap or with plain water during this week).
• Pedro said I look fat, so I gotta keep on running/working out every day (10 times around the little lagoon each day).
• I have nothing to do here at the office. Why did I come here this week?
• I want to go to UltraMusicFestival http://www.ultramusicfestival.com/ (March 28th-29th at the Bicentennial Park, Miami, FL). It costs $130 general, $350 for full access though... (I was sometimes hesitant to pay that amount for Guatemala concerts IN QUETZALES)
• I want to go to Loopkicks 2008!!!! http://www.teamloopkicks.com/. In LA, CA. Now THIS is expensive ($575 no accomodation, $975 nights included). I'd gladly go... but will I?
• I'm still debating over which car to buy. I'd like the cheapest possible, but I'd also like a hybrid... now the cheapest possible hybrid I've seen is a 2002 Prius, at $8900 or something. Which to me is a pretty good price. There's also Nicole's option (her brother-in-law is joining the army, so he's selling HIS 2008 Prius @$14500). And there's also all the original $4500- options I was looking for originally... Camrys, Accords, etc... I'm sliding back to the $4500- options... they're simply cheaper, so they gotta be better options... hmmm... what will it be?
• I GOT to get my driver's license (and car)!!! I want to go downtown and PARTY!!!
• It's too bad I don't get to meet too many nice girls. All the ones I've met are married. Or even people, for that matter... my social life is stumped. Anyone interested in making friends? I even resorted to messaging random local people on hi5, but no one seemed to mind me.
• I'd like to write emails to each and every one of the people I know back in Guatemala to keep in touch... I'm afraid it'll take SO much time though... and afterwards, when we're constantly exchanging emails, I fear I could lose track of what EACH person is doing...
• SLT isn't getting back to me. I keep telling her to call me/chat with me/respond, but nope, she doesn't want to. I'm still sorry for what happened, SLT... I still want us to be friends.
• I found some eye exercises today!! I did them... I moved my eyes up and down, left and right, in circles, and focused on near and distant objects repeatedly. I think this is going to help me a lot! Now I only have to do these exercises twenty-five minutes a day. Let's do it!
• Scarleth still hasn't answered back. I hope she's OK.
• Marcos just said we're leaving in 5 minutes. yay.
• Laura told Jerry and me that we should go onsite in California to try out the voice application with real conveyor noise - on the real thing, to make it work under the real conditions. Jerry says he can't fly next week, so I think we're either flying in two weeks, or we're flying next week against Jerry's will.

That's all for now. I think we're leaving. Bye.
Ant J

Distant memory

I just recently remembered a moment in my life that happened almost 20 years ago. Good job, Brain! You're still hanging in there!

I was a little kid, maybe between 4 and 6 years old, hanging out just outside my parents' room, hanging around, minding my own business (whatever that was), when my mom saw a bunch of plastic toys lying around on the floor. She started yelling and screaming, asking who had left those things there (they should've been put back in the toy bin). So I came in and I saw how sad/angry she was. It wasn't me who left them there, but I remember rationalizing that the best thing to do was to blame myself, because I had SOMEwhere (school or some TV show) learned a story in which the character did that same thing. So I blamed myself, and my mom's anger, though not too diminished, was now being discharged towards me.

I think it wasn't ten seconds before she realized my lying face and, more calmly, asked me if I was really the one who had left the toys there. Noticing her realization, I had to admit that it wasn't me, and that I had no idea who did it. I don't remember exactly what her reaction was, but my general impression is that I somehow helped her.

So, yeah, pointless blog. But now that storage is freely available for everyone on the net, why not? And it helped me exercise my memory a little, so yeah, there ya go.

Emotional Liar

I sometimes pride myself on upholding honesty in my life in thought, word, and action. I don't today.

I'm not as honest as I once thought I would grow up to be. I believed it to be a primal virtue, from which all the others could arise and blossom also. But now I ponder this - factual truth is heavy, sharp, and can mercilessly cut one too many illusions and, paradoxically, other truths as well.

Looking upon my actions, I now consider myself an emotional liar. I am not a people person - I have a very hard time deciphering exactly what do other people mean when they talk, and an even worse time trying to express to them my own thoughts and feelings. Notwithstanding, I do have a strong sense of pity and compassion, which, when triggered, takes a very willful repression to succesfully ignore. Otherwise, I have noted, I succumb to the demands of pity and end up saying or doing whatever is most favorable to the other person.

Which is why I now consider myself a liar. And not a very good one at that, because when truth and pity come into conflict inside me, I usually end up striking a compromise that resolves neither well.

e.g. I once had a girlfriend, lovely and pure. She loved me intensely, with a passion real and deep, and told me so plenty. I loved her too, I swear I did. To me she was my soulmate, she with whom I could share everything, upon whom my thoughts and feelings finally made sense. We joined as was bodily meant, and we expressed our love for one another in several different ways.

But we spent time together for one week, at most. After that time, we still talked to each other online, and kept on doing so for months afterwards. I kept on loving her as time passed, and so did she. But eventually my love became stale and cold through distance and time, while hers didn't. I could notice my own love shrinking by the day - each night our conversations became shorter, more repetitive, less exciting - it steadily lost the initial sparkling quality that Love begets during its birth.

But I couldn't tell her. I couldn't. I knew I should, and I several times decided I would. But always she would tell me, passionately, that she loved me. Sometimes it was ardent, sometimes it was sweet, sometimes it was needy, but it was always Love. She told me so, she shone with Love for me, and I just could not comply. What should you do when someone fervently tells you "I love you", and you don't feel the same way for her? What to do?? Tell her "Well, I don't love you"? Plain and simple, huh? I'm sure it'd be the efficient way to go. Quick and sure, saying that could easily cut a person's heart in two. That's what it felt like, for sure. So I avoided telling her that, and instead, I placed little heart smileys, lip smileys, and hug smileys on my chats.

But she quickly detected my decaying feelings. It's not like I was doing a great job at hiding them, so she perceived my love-staleness. And she told me, and again, I compromised between truth and pity. I explained how it would be possible for distance and time to make a relationship static, without new features, and eventually lose the feeling. BUT I also said I still loved her. And she believed me.

And more time passed on, and I eventually decided to come clean. After a long prelude which I prefer not to replay, I finally said "I don't feel love anymore". I did not mention her, but she was the most afflicted person by it. I don't know exactly how badly she felt, but I'm sure it was pretty bad. Our conversations after this rapidly grew shorter, with more chit-chat than meaningful conversation.

I still don't know which would've been the best approach. I still reprimand myself for hurting her, though I know I kept her well-being at heart for a long time. I still wish things would've been different for us, Soulmate.

And now the same thing happens with my aunt. Oh, dear Aunt, you express more motherly love for me than any other person ever has. And still my cold, dumb, still, stupid heart cannot learn to love you back as ardently as you do. I love you with a warm affection that makes me happy every time I think about you and your delightful presence, but I cannot claim to feel for you the same as you do for me. How can I tell you this? Even when you ask me directly "Don't you need me as much as I need you?", I cannot bring myself to say the "truth" I feel. How could I? I know your love is pure - how can I willingly come over to you and just rip it apart? I can't bring myself to do so. I... I don't feel worthy, or that I have the right, to do so.

Please allow me to overcome these weaknesses, so that I may later on feel, think, and act not in "factual truth", which is nothing more than my own perception, but in purity, which I mostly believe exists and in which I am certain my mind and soul would greatly improve. Thank you.

A Change of Attitude - Unto the Attitude of Change

I look at my life.
I think about it.
I look at others' lives.
I observe them.
I think about them.
I don't like mine.

I don't like my life. What can I say? I don't like it. I find it haughty and ridiculous to say so, because I know that my role in the world is one in which many, many people would frantically aspire to be in. But I say what I think, what I feel, the Truth. I don't like my life.

I have a new job, I live in a new city, I earn a good new salary I would've hardly had ever found back in Guatemala. I moved two months ago to Austin, TX to find a new way of life - more opportunities, new people, independence, social adventure, a change in my lifestyle. My family is alive and well, even though a long distance apart. I am healthy, I am young, I just turned 24, and my intelligence level has been considered to be quite above-average (perception which I now highly doubt). I speak two main languages fluently and partially understand another, I have a bachelor's degree in Computer Science, a specialty with high demand in today's job market, and I have many friends back in Guatemala and here in the USA, and some of them online, and with some of which I have shared my next-to-most intimate secrets, thoughts, and feelings. And I don't like my life.

How many times will I say it? I don't know. I don't like my life. I don't like my life. Why?? Why the fuck not?? Am I crazy?? Am I just stupid?? What's wrong with me???

I've had several answers come up. I could say that I need a girlfriend, and that that would make me happy. I could say that I need more money, and that that would make me happy. I could also say that I need more independence - I need my own car, my own apartment, my own social life, or that I need to learn new skills, to practice new sports - and that that would make me happy. But I've had these things achieved at several points in my life. Didn't help much, no siree.

I know I'm just blogging randomly... but that's exactly why I'm blogging: to discharge whatever thoughts are repressed inside. I just want to say it out, even if only to my blog, even if no one ever reads it, not even myself, but I need to express them in SOME way. I don't like my life.

I remember last year - I wanted a girlfriend. I wanted one so badly, I cried about it. I wrote it in my journal, pouring feelings all over it, frantic with want, telling God about it. I was somewhat surprised when a couple of weeks later, I ended up having a girlfriend. Cute, funny, smart, adventurous, passionate, I loved her so much. I loved her more than I remember ever loving anyone else. I thought I had finally found my life's purpose, and yes, fluffy clouds and rainbows were floating everywhere. Now this story is not such a good example, because our relationship was broken by her parents' decision and not by any of our wills. But immediately after this relationship ended, another one began, and in both physical and emotional sense, I enjoyed it very much. But I was never fully satisfied. I'm not sure why - I always felt somehow... undeserving. I felt desire but not love - I felt passion but not trust. I never really allowed myself to be loved. "What the hell is wrong with me?", I asked. "This beautiful, smart, interesting, passionate girl loves me, and I don't allow myself to be loved? Why???" And no answer came.

All of my thoughts want to come into my blog at once - there's too many of them, too many examples to tell, too much disorganization in my head. I will, however, say the reason why I named this blog "A Change of Attitude - Unto the Attitude of Change" in the first place.

If you get to know me a little, you'll probably know that I'm not a walking stereotype. I abhor such a concept. I despise the thought of a person limiting him/herself to a certain lifestyle and adhering to it for the rest of his living days. I, internally and automatically, pity/despise a person when someone asks him/her something about him/her, and he/she responds with something like "I'm an engineer", or "I'm a lawyer", or "I'm a football trainer", as if assuming that they can only have one role in life.

I like to be different. I like to do stuff in a different way. I like to take activities, analyze them, and twist them in small, noticeable ways so that though the result may be the same, the process is just a wee little bit different. I do this for several reasons.

I like to think that one of this reasons is to show people a lesson. I try to teach by example, saying "look, you're used to doing this by following these steps, but I just came and did it in another way, my own way, and so can you. You can change. You can always do things differently, create your own steps, ignore the cookbooks in life". What a noble reason, isn't it? The wise, benevolent individualist tells everyone how to be different, and to live their own lives in their own fucking way.

There's the other hidden reason - the one I've known for a long time now, but have been unwilling to admit. I do stuff differently because it attracts attention. I believe this was a casual side effect to my attitude of change, but it stuck like crazy glue to my personality. I found out that doing things differently meant people turning their heads only to see me, making me the focal point of attention for a while, making me even famous sometimes. I've experienced it, it's nice to be famous. Superficial glorification, temporary popularity. But I think I became addicted to it. I didn't mean to, I really didn't mean to become addicted to it. But I think I did.

And so I became a stereotype myself. Perhaps not the kind of stereotype you see in movies, like the sports jock, the punk kid, the nerd, the party guy, the righteous guy, the emo guy, the dedicated worker, or someone like that. But I did become stuck with a lifestyle. The lifestyle of "different", with the attitude of "what you do could be done better, look at me do it better, look at me". I adopted the lifestyle of the self-glorified attention-seeker, who shared his lifestyle with no one, because even he himself does not understand what abnormality he suffers from. Until a little while ago.

I'm trying to understand myself. I'm trying to understand why I don't like myself. I realized I close myself in a shell. The books that they made me read in college - "Quien se ha llevado mi queso?", "El caballero de la armadura oxidada", I now realize their truth. I realized it before, and I left the task of changing at the end of my to-do list, which I always forget in a little note in the back of my head and eventually gets thrown into the brain-dump. And now I come back to it again.

I want to change. In a weird meta-way, the always changing from the standard way and holding on to this attitude of change and weirdness made me unable to change from it. Because I now find it an almost impossible task to be normal. Now when I want to adopt certain standard patterns in my life, open myself up to the beliefs and attitudes of other people, I find myself stunted. I haven't been able to hold up a normal, decent conversation of chit-chat for any amount of time. I find it very hard to follow definite instructions. Now when I find myself in need of other people, of their company, of their ideas, their attention alone, which I am now barely able to hold on to, is definitely not enough.

And so I come to my decision. I dare myself to change. I want to change my attitude. My worn-out attitude of "change" has become rusted and impossibly heavy, so now I dare myself to remove this shell off my mind and soul, and to adopt a new attitude of change, of changing my old, worn-out, egotistically self-made stereotype, and to start new and afresh, learning to trust people again.

I know it's all very cheesy and corny, but what the heck. It's what I think. Anyone who disagrees can just suck it.

(I forgot to mention "A Change of Attitude" is the name of an mp3 by DJ Heaven, and I hope I'm not breaking any copyright laws. A Change of Attitude, that's what I need).

Back on the plane

Blogging everywhere is becoming a hobby for me. I'm currently on the plane back to austin, it's 16:08 central time, and I decided to.write (or more accurately, type) whatever my subconscious/expressive side wants to on my blackberry as an email to myself.

Life here in the us is definitely different than it was back in guatemala. As mgm said, the usa Is a much more mobile society. I've hardly been working in the us, and already I'm state-hopping. Back in guatemala, I remember flying was quite a singularity. "You're flying to where? Oh wow, how come? How did you come across this opportunity? Do u plan on coming back? Don't forget to write!" Here in the usa: "you're flying? Again??!? Where to? Oh ok... But I need you back thursday afternoon ON TIME to pick up the kids, I've got yoga class."

That's what I've perceived, at least. So now the plane is taxing on the austin airport, after landing somewhat sketchily, and after the plane assistant told me to turn my bb off. Darn her.

Well, now I forgot what did intend to type. Oh, the seatbelt sign turned off. Lucky me. I'll follow this up later...

I'm now on the airport shuttle going back to the parking lot. Actually, we're already in the parking lot, and they're dropping each person off at each different location.

I was talking to mgm (coincidence, huh?) And then I realized something while I was here in the bus. I'm looking at a couple of business-dressed, important-looking people, and many other people dressed in their own way that seems like it could portray a certain stereotype... I realized that society works as a theatre play. Each person acts out a different role, plays it out, does his/her part, but really, most people are just actors. They take up a part, they learn it, they practice it, and they get good at it. And that's what they end up doing. Role-playing is a favorite of the current human race.

It sucks not to be able to type fast. It's harder to say everything I mean to.

Anyway, now I'm in elaine's car's backseat. Our travel bags are all around me, and I'm looking at some serious traffic going home. In fact, jerry just said "this is horrible". Oh, I forgot to er dir vorstellen. Jerry, this is my blog audience. Blog audience, this is jerry, an asian coworker at reddwerks with whom I had been having some technical incomformities about the design of the workflow for the rf application several weeks ago. Anyway...

I wonder what I'm going to do when I reach the apartment. My bro's not here, I have no car... Maybe find someone to go partying downtown with? Home alone! Hehe if I had friends of mine around, I'd invite them over.

What to do alone in austin without a car? Maybe I'll go to the gym. I had thought of thinking and realizing my inner self, too. It's quiet and solitary in the apartment, so it's perfectly doable. I'll tell later. (I was going to say "time will tell", but that sounded too fate-dependent. I will tell)

So I'm back in the austin reddwerks office now! Not my final desination today (not a pun to the movie), but it's a good rest stop. There's some snacks right in front of me, and I can munch a little while elaine and andrea talk about our experience at fresno and share some gossip. I'm sure there'll be something me-related. Elaine knows I got to like one of the pickers at the acility, and that really sounds like a fact worth gossiping around.
Ok, I'll munch on something munchable now.

Finished munching, went to the bathroom, on to see how elaine's gossip is coming along.

And back inside elaine's car again. She's speaking to her bf on the phone while driving, talking about what to get for dinner.

So a little while ago I began thinking about my life again. You know, the broad perspective of purpose, existence, and stuff like that. About my life specifically, I think the following:

I was given a privileged life. I was born into a comfortable home, good-willing, well-educated parents, and a large family. My father taught me about sciences, and that made it easy for me to grasp its concepts and do well in school. I had good grades, but that made them the focus of my life for me, which also hindered my social life by my own doing. I felt proud, superior, special when I obtained better grades than the rest without much effort. I learned to fake humility, thus avoiding reprimands over excessive pride, and at the same time, allowing for other people's admiration of my "oh-so-very-desirable qualities". And that went on for a while.

But faking stuff does not help one's social side. Friends are made by sharing experiences, helping each other, truly, sincerely offering one to each other. Bonding requires needing each other. But on the contrary, I trained myself to be independent. I rarely ever let myself truly need someone else. Like always holding up a worn out shield, I always hid my pride and my fear of disapproval by faking "good", "desirable" qualities and a certain eagerness to please. And now, years later, I realize the foolishness of my acts.

Well, back at the apartment now. I wonder if marcos left stuff to eat. There's still some eggs, a munched-on hamburger, cheese, vanilla silk (soy milk), apple cider... Yep, I'll survive. Good 4 me.

Ok, time for me to do stuff. Blog is over for now, so good night.

Another car blog

Blogging in the car may be getting a bit old, but I'm still enjoying it while I can.

Our Reddwerks dev team just left the SB Fresno facility, where we were thinking about how is a certain bug isolating pickitems from our picklists, and more importantly, finding out a way to solve it. Well, it's 4:24 AM now, Pacific time, so Laura (our project manager) decided to go back to the hotel and get some rest, or at least continue working over there.

It's been a tough Go-Live for everyone at the SB Fresno facility. The system isn't working as it should all the time, the orders aren't being completed on time, etc... lots of issues.

Can't blog anymore, already in my room back at the hotel, ready to go to sleep for two precious hours.

Ant J

Meeting Blog

This blog is meant as a test - it is being written right through a very tense atmosphere. I am currently in the back office of a warehouse, listening to my Reddwerks SB team make critical decisions about testing and deployment for our installed system in the facility.

I wondered how would I sound like if I blogged right in the middle of a tense meeting. "Sound", of course, is meant analogically to an auditive perception. I mean as how the tone of the blog changes - what personality does the writer adopt when in such circumstances.

I also have a portable computer with a Windows CE operating system installed on my arm, tied on with a wrist band, a ring barcode scanner wrapped around my right index finger. It was a techie novelty at first, but now it seems just like one more computer of the 18 that are lying around this room and at the hotel conference room.

Our customer representative just entered our little backroom and is pushing our apparent team developer to install the latest system build into the facility server so as to perform some important tests to make sure the system is working.

Hmmm... I think I'm done for now. Just keeping my blog posted one way or another.

From Fresno, CA

I don't have much time to type much anything, but this is just marked as a log:

I am currently in an SUV cruising the Fresno, CA highways, from my current hotel to the distibution center (DC) of our customer's customer. How cool is that? Blogging in a car, yeah, a new way to spend time.

Such a gadget-fan that I've become...

I'm even wearing a WT4090 device on my right arm - wrist strap and all. Look it up - it's a pretty futuristic-looking device with a barcode scanner on my finger.

Whoops, almost there. Gotta go. Maybe I'll blog something while I'm still here in California. I think I have about 6 days left here. Gotta go, bye.