Holy Crap it’s been a while

So it’s been a year since my last post. I didn’t seem to have time to search for a good photo gallery tool for my website and I decided I wouldn’t post until I got the whole gallery situation worked out. In hindsight that was a very bad decision. I mean a year? Come on, that is just crazy. Well the gallery section is done and I actually have a cool way of handling it thanks to a plug-in called Shashin. It creates a gallery based on the albums I have in Google Picasa. So if you have never seen my flickr page or my picasa page. Click on the gallery link up top and give it a look. Last Friday, I finally caved, I purchased myself and iPhone. I had resisted all this time and was doing my best to resist the temptation while being bombarded with news of its release all day, but I guess I saw one too many pictures of people leaving the store with huge grins on their faces, cradling their new shiny purchase in their hands. By the end of the work day on Friday, I had justified the purchase to myself. Email, Calendar, Internet, everything at my fingertips.  So I left work and headed for the apple store in the mall. Never once did it enter my mind that I might not be able to get one because I hadn’t gotten there early, but as soon as I walked by the roped off area designed to hold the overflow from the “real” line, the fear set in. Not 2 hrs prior to this I wasn’t even considering buying an iPhone today but now I was terrified that I would not be able to leave the mall with one in my hands. When I got closer to the store I saw, to my pleasure, there were two lines both with roughly 6 people in each. I felt relief, wonderful relief. I hopped in line and was prepared to wait patiently my turn to be escorted inside the store, when I was approached by an apple store employee asking what my reservation number was. Huh? reservation for the apple store? WTF? or as my wife would say “Seriously? Really?” I was then informed that the line I was standing in was for people with “reservations”. I on the other hand, would have to go see the “nice lady in orange” standing over next to the 15+ people in a maze of ropes.  It still didn’t seem that bad, the line was broken into two parts one by the door with 6 people and my area with 15+. So 20+,  that’s nothing, I was sure I was guaranteed a phone. But I stood there and saw one after another person with a reservation go into the store while my line hadn’t moved at all.  That’s when the fear came back. By the time I was next in line, my hands were clammy, I was nervous and when the person came to the front of the store and “Hi, my name is Shawn” I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs “FUCK YEAH, I’M GETTIN’ AN IPHONE BITCHES!”