Gadget blues

I'll be honest. One of the reasons I started blogging was to find another use for my soon to be arriving tablet HP TM2. I know, I know, it's another gadget to add to my stack of toys that rarely see use after the fun first-month is over. Let me see: I have an Xbox360, actually two - one white and one black elite, because I felt I needed the 120 GB back in 2007. I also have a PS3 which I bought because I couldn't resist a bargain, but which I've only really used for Singstar and the Buzz. I also have a Wii because I thought I needed an entertainment console for when my casual gamer friends come over. And a DS light because, well, everyone should have a handheld right? Did I mention I also had a PSP which I thankfully sold after getting bored with it in a week? And this 3GS which surprisingly has been less of a novelty for me and is actually getting a lot of use - a miracle! And lots and lots of accessories for the aforementioned gizmos - from electronic drum sets, guitars, headsets, wii-fit board, programmable remotes, special controllers, and whatnots, 95% of which see little use today. I hesitated at first in getting the tablet but it didn't take more than three days before I gave in and ordered it!
Fine! I'll admit it : I'm a certified tech-aholic!


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Back to reality

It’s been awhile since I have written anything meaningful aside from office reports and emails, so I have become rusty in the arts of penning. Truth be told I haven’t written anything using a pen that is longer than five sentences in the last 6 years – most of them phone numbers, grocery lists and people to maim and maul, err I mean those that have wronged me in some minute way that I write down their names, along with what they did, in a small piece of paper and throw them casually in a trash can as a form of release. It’s my own daily catharsis that keeps my anger from growing---most of the time. Of course there are papers that I don’t throw away, but rather keep in a lockbox, gathering and waiting for the day to unleash my full-force rage to the unsuspecting co-worker who unintentionally slighted me by commenting that I’m beginning to develop a pot belly. What a verbally bloody day it will be!

Kidding. :)