Now that I've procured meeself a MacBook, I see my old Compaq Presario for the lazy old Sasquatch he really was. So out of shape, he'd break into a burning sweat if I so much as asked him to open a second application, or plum cut out in the middle of bidness with no prior warning, then take a half hour to
I always suspected a healthy laptop shouldn't sound like a Medevac helicopter coming in for a rooftop landing, and I was right. I'll bet he smoked Virginia Slim menthols, watched Springer, and ate Ho-Hos on my couch whenever I was out. Good riddance, Compaq Presario! Don't let the door hit your a$$ on the way out.
That's all I did this weekend, was buy a computer. Then use it to check for BlogHer updates on the hour.
Thanks to Guy Kawasaki (can you put me on Alltop?), I was able to view some three thousand photos of Thursday night's Alltop/Kirtsy party via Twitter. Unfortunately, doing flaming Dr. Pepper shots by yourself while looking at photos just isn't the same as actually being there, I'd wager.
I hope I find my Reader full of posts this morning saying what a lame-a$$ time you all had at BlogHer '08 and how you wish you'd just stayed in Cleveland instead.
No, really, it's OK, as long as you paused every few moments to gaze wistfully out a window to say, "If only Rimarama were here!"
As I'm sure you did.
