Winding, Crooked Trails

Shared Expressions and Musings with a Connection to the Origin of Things and a Surly Hatred of Progress and Development along with a Churlish Resistance to all Popular Improvements (except for HDTV and Dolby 5:1 surround sound and maybe Books on CD) (thanks Ed)

Wednesday, September 14, 2005

I'm going to Cleveland today with an engineer from my largest customer to trouble shoot a problem. I don't know him, we've never met, only have talked on the phone and someone there told me he is intimidated by me cause I used to work there and he is new to the company.

The only thing that bothers me about him is I won't be able to send email from my phone while I'm driving which I would do if I was alone. I have this really fast finger (I have a couple of slow ones too) for typing on my phone. I have a full keyboard so it's not that hard. When I use two hands I can type really fast on there but that tends to cause weaving when I drive so I limit myself to the one finger. That way I can keep the other fingers free for signaling other drivers or just resting it on my left thigh when I think about you.

Maybe I'll regale him with tales of blogville, blow his mind a little. Who knows, maybe he is a blogger himself, or has an online lover, you just never know these days.

Anyway, I'll miss you all and not being connected always feels strange but I'll be back tonight and catch up with you all and I can still read emails, I don't give a fuck what he thinks about that and knowing me I will avail myself of every opportunity to respond.

No group sex til I get back, promise?