It's the seat on my bicycle.
And I enjoyed every bit of it! I call it Bicycle Class!
I am not in the market for a new phone.
If my phone still works and I can still call gramma every sunday after church, then I am happy.
1. Seven photographs of some artwork at a museum in Portland, Oregon
2. Seventy phone numbers of family, friends, my drycleaners, my welding supply places, my jewelry wholsaler, my doctor, my dentist, my eyedoctor, my friends (none foreign), my church, my electronics parts wholsaler, my sewing machine repairman, seventeen fabric stores between Portland, Oregon and Bellingham, Washington, a few scrap metal distributiers, my washing machine repairman, my electrician, the local movie theater's movie times phone, LedSupply in Vermont, and other such phones
3. Nothing on the calendar except a dentist appointment two years ago for a crown replacement
4. One google maps location for a Mill End Fabrics in Portland, Oregon
5. One google maps location for the Spark Museum of Electrical Invention in Bellingham, Washington
6. A few text messages from my bank indicating Debit Card withdrawals taken at the Community Food Coop here in Bellingham, Washington.
7. Browser history consisting mostly of weather forecasts for both Bellingham, Washington and Portland, Oregon as well as flight times for a round trip from Portland, Oregon to Newark, New Jersey to go to mom's memorial service
And that's about it. If customs/ICE/FBI/NSA/FCC/IRS/FDA/DHS/HEW/OSS or whatever knows that I patronise Whole 9 Yards Fabrics in Portland, Oregon or volunteer at the Spark Museum in Bellingham, Washington, or have my washing machine fixed by Bodie Appliance in Belingham, Washington or I had 10,000 dollars of electrical work done by Eric Benson Electrical Service in Bellingham, Washington, or bought 700 dollars of upholstery fabric from Mill End Store in Portland Oregon to make my home made clothing that you all can see on www.allyn.com; or that I call my sister in Belmont, Massachusetts at 9 AM on Christmas morning, then fine. I don't think I should care.
I went to LV once for CES (I was part of Intel's Keynote). I won by not touching any of the gambling stuff and leaving my hand out of my pocket unless I am paying for a meal.
For music, we don't have to go further than the San Francisco Gay Mens Chorus and their long history with the city.
If Apple can play their cards right and plan accordingly, this can be a wonderful asset (and beacon) for the worldwide GLBTQ community.
Please tell me that something is scrambled up in my brain!
I am making an assumption that the average (or mean) TV show is 60 minutes. There are some 30 minute shows. There are even some 15 minute shows (Three Stooges and Popeye are examples) and there are the 2 hour movies. Put the whole shebang together and I believe that the average/mean is 60 minutes.
There are 24 hours per day. Times 7 days per week. That is 160 hours per week.
In the old days (I am 63 years old, so I am talking about my childhood in the 1960's). There were three TV networks, PBS, and maybe one independent TV station. Boston (my childhood home) had two independents; wsbk 38 and wlvi 56.
So, let's be conservative and multiply the 160 hours per week by 4 channels in the average viewing area of my childhood (prior to cable) and you get 672.
So, that's 672 discreet programs/series per week. (Give or take). Now, Slashdot is crying on my shoulders that we have too many shows at 455.
Huh, please help me. I need to cry on Slashdot's shoulders and understand where I f**ked up.
Now that she has this skill, she wants to divorce you and make a name for herself far away from the tech world!
And I did not have to come any where near having sex with her!!
Besides, I am queer with a fetish in clear plastic.
"Being against torture ought to be sort of a bipartisan thing." -- Karl Lehenbauer