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Thursday, December 22, 2011

Smart Phone vs Carpal Tunnel?

Say Huh?
Maybe I use my phone too much. Maybe my wife was right. Dammit. There I said it, and where potentially millions of people could see it. There's at least a half dozen or so who probably already have. Its just so damn handy though, I can't help myself. It fulfills, well most of, my needs. I mean where else can you get your news, weather, technology and Facebook updates in one place? Hell, throw in some porn, a little blogging, the number for the local hardware store, what time the sushi bar in town closes, taking pictures and videos that can be online in seconds, and of course the ability to make phone calls once in awhile. If you're tech savvy enough, and not afraid to break something, you might even follow my lead and run Google's Ice Cream Sandwich,

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Insomniacs Make The World go Round

Definition

in·som·ni·a/inˈsämnēə/


If you're reading this, you probably suffer from this condition and don't even realize it. I know I wouldn't read this kind of shit otherwise. You're probably either up very early or extremely late, or you're sitting around in the middle of the day with nothing better to do, playing on the internet. I told you, don't blame me. Go ahead, check your clock, your watch, phone, sundial or other instrument of time. You were shocked at what time it is, weren't you? Of course you were, you're an insomniac. That'll be $200, you can pay the lady at the desk on your way out.