Ain't Technology Grand?

Well once again boys and girls your buddy the CS is back to bitching, moaning, pissing, groaning, and just generally attempting to be a nuisance to anyone that will let me get away with it.  In other words...

THE LAPTOP FAIRY CAME BY AND I'M BACK ONLINE KIDDIES!!!

It's amazing what little can actually be accomplished on a laptop with a broken hinge and case. You would have never guessed it but believe it or not those darned things are actually somewhat allergic to getting dropped on their edges.  

Who knew?

Well let's see, that means that over the course of the last 16 months or so I've now sent an Acer and a Compaq to the digital happy hunting grounds.  Hopefully this Toshiba will see me through at least long enough to get the next book finished!

And while we're on the subject of technology, I'd like to jump overboard for just a moment and say my peace on the matter.  Folks, I love tech of just about any kind.  I'm a huge gadget nerd and I admit it.  It has lately, however, become very painfully and annoyingly evident to me just how much human beings seem to be moving away from the capacity to actually friggin' speak to one another in lieu of texts, tweets, posts, and other digital chicanery. It's gotten bad enough that I have a very good friend who (and yes he already knows this so it's not like this is really news to him) drives me completely nuts with his unwillingness to talk to someone on the damn phone.  He'd rather text.  And it's not just me... he does this with women he hopes to show his genitalia in a slightly less creepier than Jason-Mewes-with-devil-on-shoulder montage!  (Points if you get it, you Scooby Van driving Jersey freak, but move along if you don't.)  Maybe that's why I'm glad I'm nowhere near single nowadays.  I don't know how I'd function in a world where you have to text to get a little.  But then again I do sort of fancy myself a writer... hmmm....

(The next two pages of self indulgent diatribe are hereby deleted in an attempt to avoid the catastrophically devastating ass whipping my wife would deliver should she ever read what I just wrote. Just damn, son.)

And on that note we'll just move on along and pretend that didn't almost happen.

Have a great night kiddies.  The tools are back in hand and the words they be a-flowing.  Sleep while you can!