Author celebrates the end of his third year of FARR SITE writing by driving into the teeth of a horrible blizzard. Um, the EASY way. The compelling follow-up to something mentioned last week has nothing to do with Macs other than having been composed on one, but this time that's enough. Vaya con Dios, Ms. Sanchez. Death, depression, dead mouse, rat menudo, cop buzzards, and UFOs bring a smile to author's face.
Author takes a whack at silly technology, gazes at navel, and a good time is had by all.
But the Facts, Ma'am. Steve Jobs in a cardigan with gray hair and two chins is right around the corner. Take a break from worrying about AAPL and see what's happenin' at the Pueblo. . . With No Shoes. Author ignores the best advice he's heard in months and jumps off the cliff, Macs and all.