Misuse of technology

Congress Targets Camera Phone Pervs

(snip) “In December, a Sammamish, Wash., man pleaded innocent to a charge of voyeurism after being accused of using a cellular telephone camera to take photographs up a woman’s skirt. Jack Le Vu, 20, was released on $25,000 bail. A witness told investigators the man pretended to scan a grocery store’s shelves as he followed a 26-year-old woman in a supermarket. He periodically crouched with his camera phone extended beneath her skirt and snapped photos.” (/snip)

I’m all about some beautiful women, but some people are just sick. I’m all for it. Lock ’em up.

“I needed money cos I had none. I fought the law and the law won…”

Misuse of technology

Congress Targets Camera Phone Pervs

(snip) “In December, a Sammamish, Wash., man pleaded innocent to a charge of voyeurism after being accused of using a cellular telephone camera to take photographs up a woman’s skirt. Jack Le Vu, 20, was released on $25,000 bail. A witness told investigators the man pretended to scan a grocery store’s shelves as he followed a 26-year-old woman in a supermarket. He periodically crouched with his camera phone extended beneath her skirt and snapped photos.” (/snip)

I’m all about some beautiful women, but some people are just sick. I’m all for it. Lock ’em up.

“I needed money cos I had none. I fought the law and the law won…”

Six Years Later

Today marks six years since the final ep of Seinfeld was originally aired, the infamous Finale, on May 14, 1998. I guess the gang is out of prison now. I wonder what they are doing. For no matter what the skeptics say, we all know those characters really existed.

Perhaps Kramer has gone back to concentrating on Kramerica Industries, with CEO Darren at the helm and chicken wire-o-plenty. Or maybe he has settled his second strike at H&H Bagels. Perhaps Brandt-Leland is again looking for a young intern to work for free. Or maybe he’s training roosters full-time now, winning big bucks at underground cockfights.

What about Jerry? Is he still doing stand-up, or did he finally take George and Kramer’s advice and enter the Bloomingdale’s executive training program? Maybe he has retired and moved to Florida to be near his parents and sell Wizards at discount rates. Or is he mentoring Banya full-time now?

Then there’s Elaine. Are her and Puddy still dating off and on, or did they finally rock that drink machine back and forth enough times that it finally fell over? Is she still churning out that pointless drivel at J. Peterman? And what about George? Surely, he hasn’t kept his job at Kruger Industrial Smoothing for the past six years. Then again, he seemed to fit in perfectly with the incompetent Kruger. Does he still see the Rosses from time to time? He’s probably sitting on the sofa in his underwear taking big bites out of a battery-sized block of cheese.

And what about me, us, the fans? Most of us are out of therapy now, I think it’s safe to say. Six years later, and we still trudge along, clinging to syndicated reruns. We look forward with great anticipation to the November release of the DVD, the light at the end of the tunnel, the white whale. Some sad fans still use George’s “Believe It Or Not” answering machine message on their phone. Not that there’s anythinig wrong with that. Meanwhile at night, I dream of successful ricksha businesses, profit-making deposit bottle schemes, and of course, Sue Ellen Mishke, the braless wonder, the O’Henry candy bar heiress. As Jackie Chiles might say, voluptuous, sensuous, delicious!

“For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while. It’s something unpredictable, but in the end there’s right. I hope you had the time of your life…”

Trouble in the Proj?

Millions (thousands…hundreds..ok, tens) sit in front of their pc’s, waiting, clicking refresh over and over and over again. Just waiting. His mind racing, his heart pounding, he places his fingers over the correct keys on his dusty old qwerty keyboard, and begins to blog. That’s what it’s like to be me. That’s the pressure I’m under. You have no idea what it’s like. How’d you like to start your day with that?!

When I got home last night, there were two cop cars in the front parking lot, and about 7 or 8 people (cops included, I assume) standing out in the little courtyard area in front of the apartments. I was thinking (a)domestic dispute, (b) break-in, or (c) they were there to confiscate my computer. What? It was like an unexciting, small-town episode of Cops. This was at like 10:30. The lady across from me was sitting on her porch and I was like, “What happened?” Turns out someone across the street had been using water from the outside faucet of one of the apartments and the tenants had finally complained. That was all it was. I guess it’s good it wasn’t anything bad.

Went by to see Jessica for a couple of hours before she had to go to work last night. Then went and checked out the new billiards place. It was OK. The best part was the price, just $3 per person per hour. And our quality of play was well above average. The tables and cues were definitely well-used, but they had obviously re-covered the tables. However, the well-advertised Simonis cloth was not all it was cracked up to be. I don’t think that was Simonis. It was a bit of a letdown. Kinda like thinking you have a date with Cindy Crawford, and when you show up, it turns out to be Cindy from The Brady Bunch.

K and I headed to Applebees after that. I had not been up there in a couple of weeks. Sat with Donna. I had wings and fries. Jessica #3 came up there and gave me a hug. I haven’t seen her in a month or more probably. Derrick also walked in as we were about to leave. His food came out in like two minutes. I looked down there and yelled at him, “That’s probably not a good sign.”

Watched the 4th quarter of the LA/San Antonio game up there. What an unbelievable finish. Duncan’s shot was just off da hizzle. I had a loud outburst when that went in and everyone was like, “What happened?” Then Fisher’s shot was even more unbelievable, even though I do not think it is possible to catch the ball, turn around, and get off a shot in 0.4 seconds. LOL I was for the Spurs ;-) But what a great finish.

“Punch the clock, head for home, check the phone, just in case. Go to bed, dream of you. That’s what I’m doin’ these days…”

Six Years Later

Today marks six years since the final ep of Seinfeld was originally aired, the infamous Finale, on May 14, 1998. I guess the gang is out of prison now. I wonder what they are doing. For no matter what the skeptics say, we all know those characters really existed.

Perhaps Kramer has gone back to concentrating on Kramerica Industries, with CEO Darren at the helm and chicken wire-o-plenty. Or maybe he has settled his second strike at H&H Bagels. Perhaps Brandt-Leland is again looking for a young intern to work for free. Or maybe he’s training roosters full-time now, winning big bucks at underground cockfights.

What about Jerry? Is he still doing stand-up, or did he finally take George and Kramer’s advice and enter the Bloomingdale’s executive training program? Maybe he has retired and moved to Florida to be near his parents and sell Wizards at discount rates. Or is he mentoring Banya full-time now?

Then there’s Elaine. Are her and Puddy still dating off and on, or did they finally rock that drink machine back and forth enough times that it finally fell over? Is she still churning out that pointless drivel at J. Peterman? And what about George? Surely, he hasn’t kept his job at Kruger Industrial Smoothing for the past six years. Then again, he seemed to fit in perfectly with the incompetent Kruger. Does he still see the Rosses from time to time? He’s probably sitting on the sofa in his underwear taking big bites out of a battery-sized block of cheese.

And what about me, us, the fans? Most of us are out of therapy now, I think it’s safe to say. Six years later, and we still trudge along, clinging to syndicated reruns. We look forward with great anticipation to the November release of the DVD, the light at the end of the tunnel, the white whale. Some sad fans still use George’s “Believe It Or Not” answering machine message on their phone. Not that there’s anythinig wrong with that. Meanwhile at night, I dream of successful ricksha businesses, profit-making deposit bottle schemes, and of course, Sue Ellen Mishke, the braless wonder, the O’Henry candy bar heiress. As Jackie Chiles might say, voluptuous, sensuous, delicious!

“For what it’s worth, it was worth all the while. It’s something unpredictable, but in the end there’s right. I hope you had the time of your life…”

Trouble in the Proj?

Millions (thousands…hundreds..ok, tens) sit in front of their pc’s, waiting, clicking refresh over and over and over again. Just waiting. His mind racing, his heart pounding, he places his fingers over the correct keys on his dusty old qwerty keyboard, and begins to blog. That’s what it’s like to be me. That’s the pressure I’m under. You have no idea what it’s like. How’d you like to start your day with that?!

When I got home last night, there were two cop cars in the front parking lot, and about 7 or 8 people (cops included, I assume) standing out in the little courtyard area in front of the apartments. I was thinking (a)domestic dispute, (b) break-in, or (c) they were there to confiscate my computer. What? It was like an unexciting, small-town episode of Cops. This was at like 10:30. The lady across from me was sitting on her porch and I was like, “What happened?” Turns out someone across the street had been using water from the outside faucet of one of the apartments and the tenants had finally complained. That was all it was. I guess it’s good it wasn’t anything bad.

Went by to see Jessica for a couple of hours before she had to go to work last night. Then went and checked out the new billiards place. It was OK. The best part was the price, just $3 per person per hour. And our quality of play was well above average. The tables and cues were definitely well-used, but they had obviously re-covered the tables. However, the well-advertised Simonis cloth was not all it was cracked up to be. I don’t think that was Simonis. It was a bit of a letdown. Kinda like thinking you have a date with Cindy Crawford, and when you show up, it turns out to be Cindy from The Brady Bunch.

K and I headed to Applebees after that. I had not been up there in a couple of weeks. Sat with Donna. I had wings and fries. Jessica #3 came up there and gave me a hug. I haven’t seen her in a month or more probably. Derrick also walked in as we were about to leave. His food came out in like two minutes. I looked down there and yelled at him, “That’s probably not a good sign.”

Watched the 4th quarter of the LA/San Antonio game up there. What an unbelievable finish. Duncan’s shot was just off da hizzle. I had a loud outburst when that went in and everyone was like, “What happened?” Then Fisher’s shot was even more unbelievable, even though I do not think it is possible to catch the ball, turn around, and get off a shot in 0.4 seconds. LOL I was for the Spurs ;-) But what a great finish.

“Punch the clock, head for home, check the phone, just in case. Go to bed, dream of you. That’s what I’m doin’ these days…”