Last night it finally happened. I have met the people who make Rip Ragged a workable site. Digital Cowboy, who gives me the server space, and Baxtrice, who designed my site. I make it obscure and lonely by my myself.
Also present were DC’s two teenage daughters, who were entirely too polite and pleasant to be teenagers in 2014. I worry about them.
We had dinner and conversation at a Texas steakhouse, followed by bourbon and stogies and more conversation on the patio of the Texas steakhouse until the employees of the Texas steakhouse were more than ready for us to find someplace else to be.
All in all, a lovely evening.
We’re gonna have to do that again sometime. Only next time we go to a Seattle eatery. I know a place with 150 different taps and some hellacious hamburgers.
Tesla just pulled an Apple. Elon musk unveiled a new upgrade to the Model S. It flies, travels underwater to 12 atmospheres, changes color to blend into the local scenery, goes from 0-60 in 3.2 seconds, and has every song ever recorded by Pink Floyd, including Be Careful with that Axe Eugene, pre-installed.
The results were identical to an Apple product announcement.
- The stock price went down.
- I want one.
I got to go to an Apple store in Dallas, yesterday. Wifey-poo has an iPhone 6. I’ll get one later. Jas has an iPhone 6 Plus. She showed it off at breakfast, and asked if I was jealous. I said no. I already have a piano.
It looks like talking into a floor tile. A nice floor tile, but a big square of linoleum next to your head, just the same.