THIS IS MY IMPRESSION OF YOU ON THE INTERNET
Currently, I am editing some new video projects. “The Things I’m Gonna Miss”, and ”Jingo” are being filmed and edited and will be posted soon. In the meantime. You can hear ”The Things I’m gonna Miss” here.
Here’s yesterday… Ashley and I went to the library. This was to be my first big venture out to look like all of the other modern day “go-getters”. The plan was to borrow my girlfriends laptop computer and go to the library and really start putting some content on this Supernormal Records dream of mine. All of the library’s study rooms were reserved, but, no problem. We’ll just grab a table and get to work there. After all there were Wi-fi flyers all over the Scottsdale Civic Center Library.
In sunny Scottsdale, Arizona, city of a trillion palm trees, palatial estates, and manicured boulevards. Based on appearances, I was banking on full signal strength. I cashed in on two bars. Too slow to Google, after all that is the ultimate test of wireLESS. Isn’t it?
I told Ashley that I saw a guy piped into the ether at one of those single-study-desk-bay-jobby-jobs.
“So I’m gonna move over there and try the Ethernet port.”
She asked, “Is there a place for me?”
I replied, “Not Really.”
The answer was clearly no. Why did I say not really? Weird. Anyway, forgoing our little daydream of a old-timey library study date complete with mounds of output and progress. I climbed into the mute-colored distraction-eliminator capsule and gave the SPL wireless connection another go. After all, I was sitting dead center in the purported mecca of Wi-fi access points. Google a no-go and a rightclick frenzy later brought me to an outright digital denial via the Dewalt yellow ethernet cable.
Defeated and overdue for a cigarette and a change of venue, I returned to our big glossy sweet piece of library real-estate. When I came back to the table I left no more than 20 frustrating minutes ago, my seat was occupied by some DOOD! He’s got some books open, and a blank notebook. I get the feeling I interupted something.
As Ashley and I were smoking outside the library, she recounts her 50% of the whole encounter. This guy decides to have an in-depth conversation with her as soon as he plopped his ass down in the chair that was still warm from my ass. Don’t get me wrong, I have no problem with him talking to Ashley. A part of me has a big problem with him talking to Ashley – in a LIBRARY. I mean, this guy unloaded it all. Here’s the rundown:
So, now I’m replaying events in my head. When I approached the table, as I already told you, there was an air of discomfort. Then, he gathers up his stuff in a frenzy and says, “Sorry, I took your seat, man.” I tried to tell him that it was ok, we were leaving anyway. But, as I now realize he was fleeing the shame of facing the guy whose girl he was chatting up. I had no problem with the guy until now, as we were walking to Jamaican Blue smoking as we walked and seeking this elusive Wi-fi rumor.
Dear Library Vet,
(insert customary ‘support our troops/thank you for your service’ colloquialism here)
A library may seem like a great place to meet a smart girl, and you did, so, I commend you on your good taste. However, I must assist you in coming to grips with your poor judgment. Remember the ubiquitous librarian from your youth? Ever-present with her index finger traversing her lips and with a silent shrill firing out a Shhhhhh…
The public library is neither a place to do some low-tech tail-trolling, nor, a place to do any high-tech wireless ether surfing. I figured I’d save you some time in both regards.
Ashley and I reached our destination, Jamaican Blue, but they serve killer coffee and lo! BEER. So yesterdays post went all to malted hops, and barley. Blarney!
And that, my friends, is why I did not post yesterday. I’d apologize, but, I think that Scottsdale Public Library should first.
Bush has been good for waking up the sheeple and being a railroad.
[youtube]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SCIDyTOFm84[/youtube]
That &%$*( drum solo was sweet!
Pretty good audio sync here, the best parts were when they fit words in there that matched but made no sense at all. “Evrrbody knows I am freaky ’bout apple juice”.
