Gridlocked
Listening to:Conversation, Eagle Eye Cherry
Thinking of:
Self eviction from my room to a cubicle filled with monitors of different sizes (42, 17 and 15 inches diagonally) you'd think that I'd be pressured to write my dissertation, force fed with information from all 3, did I forget to mention the titanic sized whiteboard splattered with bits of information needed to cultivate some form of cerebal activity with regards to materials, component analysis methodology and surface preperation.
Bah! One word... Wireless! Hence I'm here...
What is needed is a cognitive revolution!
Well, moving on... yesterday while I was in the midst my daily ritual of distraction and procastination, the thrill of being able to surf and ogle and objects purchasable with a credit card resurrected in the form of e-bay. No finger pointing here, but it got kicked off by a brilliant idea by a certain someone to get a car (here's to you mate, a pint on my tab). First search, Ferrari (like duh...) and then Porsche... Several moments (just to keep up the ambiguity) later an add to a Cayenne Turbo surfaced on the browser sounding as if purchasing the stupid 60k SUV from our seller would be the best thing to massage your ego... and his. Not to mention buying anything from this "great salesman" would be the pride of your life.
Newsflash!!
The Grid has in its population a group of S&M enthusiasts (I'll leave cultural identification behind... but just for the sake of it, take a wild guess). Seeing that the girl giggling holding a green bag smacking a guy at every opportunity while he consumed by joy, laughs and nods in approval. Glasses flying around the cubicle and wilder giggles ensue oh, not forgetting the sight of that green bag being flung around.
*The above is the result of spending one too many hours in the Grid with an Aneroxic Mind.
Thinking of:
Self eviction from my room to a cubicle filled with monitors of different sizes (42, 17 and 15 inches diagonally) you'd think that I'd be pressured to write my dissertation, force fed with information from all 3, did I forget to mention the titanic sized whiteboard splattered with bits of information needed to cultivate some form of cerebal activity with regards to materials, component analysis methodology and surface preperation.
Bah! One word... Wireless! Hence I'm here...
What is needed is a cognitive revolution!
Well, moving on... yesterday while I was in the midst my daily ritual of distraction and procastination, the thrill of being able to surf and ogle and objects purchasable with a credit card resurrected in the form of e-bay. No finger pointing here, but it got kicked off by a brilliant idea by a certain someone to get a car (here's to you mate, a pint on my tab). First search, Ferrari (like duh...) and then Porsche... Several moments (just to keep up the ambiguity) later an add to a Cayenne Turbo surfaced on the browser sounding as if purchasing the stupid 60k SUV from our seller would be the best thing to massage your ego... and his. Not to mention buying anything from this "great salesman" would be the pride of your life.
Newsflash!!
The Grid has in its population a group of S&M enthusiasts (I'll leave cultural identification behind... but just for the sake of it, take a wild guess). Seeing that the girl giggling holding a green bag smacking a guy at every opportunity while he consumed by joy, laughs and nods in approval. Glasses flying around the cubicle and wilder giggles ensue oh, not forgetting the sight of that green bag being flung around.
*The above is the result of spending one too many hours in the Grid with an Aneroxic Mind.
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