My entire life, I've been told how easy Macs are. Last year, I bit the bullet and bought a MacBook for my daughter. What a nightmare. Easy to use my ass. This Christmas, she wanted an iPod Touch. We bought one. I've been trying to get it working on the Mac all day. No error. It just didn't work. I decided to update her iTunes. I had to update 5 other pieces of software. After I downloaded and installed them, I was informed I had to update 6 more pieces of software. I don't know how many times I've rebooted her system or came back to the computer to click a Continue button. Macs are easy? WTF are you guys smokin'.
Update: It finally worked. After about 4 hours of installing software and generally struggling to figure out what to do next. Basically, I needed about a dozen software updates. I have a Bachelor of Computer Science. I can't imagine what some newbie computer user would do. I guess this is how Geek Squad makes money.
For all the shit I put her through, I got her hardwood floors in three rooms on the main floor and took her twice to see Jersey Boys. She's worth it. In a year that re-emphasized cheating on your wife, I made it 22 in a row that I didn't. I never have. Call me a loser. Am not.
Here's my predictions for the year 2010.
Should be a fun year, if you watch CNN. Is CNN a Reality TV Show? Or a Soap Opera?
Enjoy and Merry Christmas!
Don't forget to have your kids do their Christmas list online. The list is sent to both Santa's iPhone and Blackberry and he forwards the list to parents.
"I'll send you $1,000,000 if you send me $500 first." It's the biggest scam going. Instead of falling for this scam, I'm asking you to simply send me as much money as you want. I won't give you anything in return. I promise and I keep my promises, unlike the cons.
Randy Charles Morin,
6-295 Queen Street East, Suite #326
Brampton, Ontario, L6W4S6, Canada
Why do people fall for these scams? Please send money. I'll use it to fund extra ice-time for 9 yr old hockey players in Brampton, Ontario. That's not a promise. This is a scam. I'm sure I'll still get a check or two.
In your 20's: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair, Brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in The mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favourite cologne because You never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in The checkout lane. And you went to school with the pretty girl running The register.
In your 30's: Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change Shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your Hands And comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add A shot of your favourite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl Running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to school With.
In your 40's: Stop what you are doing. Put on a sweatshirt that is long enough to Cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different Shoes and a hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is Almost empty so you don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than Flexing. The spicy young thing running the register is your daughter's Age and you feel weird thinking she is spicy.
In your 50's: Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands Onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dog Doo-doo in your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you Swear not to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The Cutie running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think You still have it. Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar and it says, 'I Got Worms .'
In your 60's: Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog Doo-doo off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in Your 50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the Hole in your pants. The girl running the register may be cute, but you Don't have your glasses on so you are not sure.
In your 70's: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until the drug store Has your prescriptions ready, too. Don't even notice the dog Doo-doo on your shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you Because you remind her of her grandfather.
In your 80's: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you Remember you needed to go to Home Depot. Go to Wal-Mart instead And wander around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart Out loud and you think someone called out your name. You went to School with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.
In your 90's & beyond: What's a home deep hoe? Something for my garden? Where am I? Who am I? Why am I reading this? Did I send it? Did you? Who farted?