Thursday, 9 February 2006

Rollin’ the Dice

generalities

I know that nobody reads this*, and yet I feel the need to maintain a presence here. So, here’s a smattering of randomosity, to ensure that I’ve got at least one post for February.

I’m still waiting on my tax refund. I don’t know whether I should be amused or annoyed at the fact that TurboTax assures me, “Your refund will be deposited by February 10,” and in the very next breath, cautioning, “The IRS cannot guarantee deposit dates.” Well then, perhaps we shouldn’t be quite so… absolute… in our phrasing, eh, Intuit? Regardless of whether my refund makes its way into the bank by tomorrow, or I still have some thumb-twiddlin’ to do, one way or another, there will almost certainly be a development in my ThinkPad replacement quandary. It’s been near a month since “the drop,” and while the old i Series is still limping along, I don’t think it’s too travel-worthy, and a non-mobile notebook kind of defeats the whole purpose, doesn’t it? Anyway, while there is a development pending, I’m a bit loath to announce it at this point, lest some jinx or another raise its ugly head.

Meanwhile, this is the time of year when the GCIC** has got its hooks into me but good: the February birthday whirlwind. So far this week, my bud K celebrated another trip around the sun, and my dad turned 3-under-par. Tomorrow’s my brother’s “Big Four-Oh,” and on Monday, my best friend Joe (it’s never been clearly established which of us would be the Butch and who would be the Sundance) has a card due.

The prognosticators are calling for a potential foot of snow over the weekend. As if my back weren’t already giving me grief enough just for the fun of it. How can this get any more fun? How about the stock market speculating on how much snow I’m gonna get dumped on me? Seems that by the end of the month, the Chicago Mercantile Exchange is going to start selling “snowfall futures” for Boston and New York. I have no idea what Machiavellian bastard came up with this little gem, but I know how I’d like to thank him: Jack Lemmon, Prisoner of Second Avenue-style.

“At the first snow, I’m gonna fill my shovel with hard, wet snow… and drop it all 14 floors, right on his head. Crease his frigging skull!”

And that’s pretty much all I’ve got for now. Hopefully, I’ll be back again soon, with some sort of positive update on the ThinkPad saga.

*This is hyperbole. I’m well aware there are a couple of folks who actually check the site on a semi-regular basis, and at least eight who subscribe to the RSS feed through LiveJournal

**The Greeting Card/Industrial Complex

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