Friday, February 10, 2006

Favorite Pastime: Drunken Blogging
Posted by Sam at 1:01 AM | tags: , ,

So... I've been doing this no drinking thing for just about a week and a half. And well, it's been going splendidly... up until now. Certain events have lead me back to the bottle. And wow man, that's one shiny bottle. One drink and whoa!

Anyway... let's talk Mac for a bit (I talk Mac when I'm drunk). The rumor mills would have us believe that a new iPod Video is on the brink of release. This one like, totally wants to be a PDA. It's all touch-screen and stuff. If it's produced - which it won't be - how long will it take for the old school Newtonites to port the Newton OS to that mofo? Not long at all, my friends. Not long at all.

And... I just read that a new Manhattan Apple Store is gonna be 24/7. I'd like to meet the 3 a.m. Apple Store crowd. And then, I'd like to join them. Harassing the Genius Bar at 3 a.m. is a brand new life goal of mine.

Now... it's time to mix some liquids that shant be mixed, and of course, consume them. Shant. That's not a word... or is it? Seems like it should be a word... but apparently it's not. Well then, I shant ever use it again.

The Morning After Update: "Shant..." or more accurately "shan't" is, in fact, a perfectly acceptable word. And consequently, I've learned two things from this experience:

1) Never trust spell check.

2) I'm wicked smart when I'm drunk.

So henceforth, all blogging, homeworking, conversing, and whatever else that requires substantial brain power, shall be approached from an intoxicated condition (a.k.a. when I'm wicked smart)... and shan't be tackled sober. (thanks Bry...)

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Shan't, a contraction of Shall Not, is a perfectly legitimate and predominately British term.

- "I shan't have tea and jam ever again."

Comment By bryan on February 10, 2006 8:17 AM

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