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Thursday, July 17, 2008

Good on ya Apple...

The marketing guys at Apple have got be geniuses. One can only imagine the high/low fives going around the corporate office. Whatever they did to get the brain-dead to stand in line for a week to purchase a boggles the mind.

It's a phone folks, and for some of you I'll slow it down a notch a p-h-o-n-e...yeah, you punch in a certain number, it calls a very similar unit, someone answers, you say hello and information is exchanged. You have established a communication relationship of sorts, but that's it. It does not make you a sandwich, blow you or do your taxes, as far as I know.

I went in to the neighborhood Apple store yesterday to get my computer worked on. It was like someone selling life preservers on the Titanic. I watched a woman purchase three iPhone a the same time, while others watched from in the hallway of the mall with a hungry, wild eyed look like "That bitch...she got her phones...and I do not have mine...I shall kill her by the dipping dots!"

Wow...and to think I don't like people very much.

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My new disclaimer...yeah I know.

Okay, the old disclaimer was tired. The ideas were outdated and keeping me stuck in a place I don't want to be now for something more refreshing.

I have recently changed my views regarding women. Seems I had some issues with the fairer sex due to past pain and self- centered fear. (Yes...duh applies.)

I'm done with that.

Being in recovery has helped me change my entire life, perceptions and attitudes. I cannot change my history but I can change my today and my future.

I recently realized that the women I know in recovery are some of the strongest, bravest, most gentle and kind teachers I have ever had. You exemplify integrity and spiritual growth, and I hope you know who you are.

Some may know of my past marital and relationship history and been a participant in them as well. It's past and that's where it the past.

I own my part in those failures but claim no more responsibility in any misery you may be experiencing. I am sorry, but it's time to get off the cross. We need the wood.

Thank you all...