Monday, January 15, 2007

I'm in Love

I just spent over an hour watching Steve Jobs introduce the new iPhone. It is heavenly; it is wonderful; it is $499 plus whatever the Cingular service will be. I totally don't need it, but I totally want it. Yes, the pull of the iPhone is powerful indeed. Please save me from its enchantments. You can check out the entire introduction at mac.com, if you like.

And now, on to other things...

I couldn't get into my apartment Saturday night. It was 12:20am. I had just come from work by way of the grocery store; it was 25 degrees outside and windy; I had no jacket or coat. My key wouldn't turn in the lock. I was pissed. I had called in a repair about 10 days prior, and somebody came to look at it one day while I wasn't there. Apparently they didn't fix it. I left a searing voice mail at my apartment complex's phone number, and someone came out 20 minutes later, shot some carbon-like gunk in the lock, and now the key turns exceptionally well. I have no idea why they didn't just do that in the first place. It would have saved all of us a great amount of aggravation.

We've had sleet, rain, and icy roads here for the past few days. The icy roads part really was just yesterday and today, and even then not too badly.

I have 2 months left to train for the next re-match of Me versus My Boss, arm wrestling! Yes, we're both nuts. My boss has beat me, both arms, twice in a row now, and I cannot let that trend continue. One of my staff, who used to be a competitive swimmer, has written me a nutrition plan, and her partner is going to write me a work-out plan. I'm sooooo gonna kick ass in 2 months.

I'm currently reading The Tale of Despereaux by Kate DiCamillo. It's so-so. It won the Newbery a few years ago, and I thougt it would be more amazing than it is. Oh well.
I stopped reading a book called Deep Ancestry about the Human Genographic Project. The first 1/2 is fascinating; the second half (at least the part of the half that I read) is getting bog-downy, so I stopped. Still, take a look at the first part if you can. It's by Spencer Wells.

My car will be one-year-old on Friday. I'm going to throw a party for it...cake and all. I still haven't named it. What should I name it? What should I put on the cake?

Financially speaking...I started a 529(b) college savings account for my nephew when he was about 1. They're commonly called UFunds. I've been putting $50 a month into that account since then. I have it automatically transferred, so I never even see the money. I'm hoping that in 2018, when he reaches college, it'll have at least $25,000 in there. Maybe that'll buy a book or two, if he's lucky. If you have any youngsters in your family, I encourage you to open one of these accounts. You put the account in your name, with the child as beneficiary, so you get to control/manage it, without any effort on the part of the kid or parents. Fidelity.com and Vanguard.com are two good places to start.

That's all I can think of for now.

3 comments:

Jenny Robin said...

I forgot to mention I am getting a free ticket to Cirque du Soleil's Corteo on Feb. 9. I wouldn't go if it weren't free, as I've seen 4 of their shows, and while they are magnificent, 4 is quite enough. Come to think of it, I've only had to pay for one of those shows. I'm a lucky lady.

emma said...

car names:

If it's a girl: Ellie Element
If it's a boy: Elmo Element

CatBoy AKA Charles said...

I don't know what to tell you about your lust for a phone. I rarely get excited about electronics, so I have no idea how to go about trying to get over them.

If I was stuck outside in the current weather (same as yours, pretty much) I would have been tempted to break a window.

Training in preparation to arm-wrestle someone is even more foreign to me than the phone thing. I'd just pull a Tonya Harding and get a crow-bar.

You are getting a cake for your car and want know what to put on the cake. I have no idea what to do with that one. (Although something about frosting flavored with anti-psychotics, did come to mind briefly.)

You're a better aunt than I am an uncle, they only get over-priced (but on sale) clothing from me.