Bozzy’s World

Yeah. I’m going there.

Anyway, if you don’t know, I work for Verizon Wireless, so this may be a bit biased. But I also own a Power Mac G5 and an iPod, so I freaking love Apple, and I consider Steve Jobs a deity of some sort. So why shouldn’t you rush out to your nearest at&t store or Apple store and throw at least 500 bucks at the sales people (even though we like that)? Let’s begin. I will start with 10 and work down, because Letterman is the shit.

10. It’s not 3G. I don’t want to hear the excuses of how at&t’s HSDPA network isn’t big enough yet. No brand spankin’ new phone should be designed on old technology. It’s a waste of resources (and your customer’s money).

9. You need to have at&t service. This oxymoron online should keep people away.

8. No over-the-air music downloads. This really isn’t that hard. Verizon did this with the LG Chocolate a year ago. You’d think this would be a high priority, to tie the cellular world with the iTunes world. I guess not.

7. It’s new technology. Never buy the first edition of a new gadget.

6. You can’t watch LIVE TV on the phone. Verizon has two phones that can do this. Ah, the joys of having a 3G Rev-A network…

5. The cheapest one is 500 bucks. And you only get a 4GB iPod. That would be great if I wanted to delete 3/4’s of my music collection.

4. You can’t buy insurance on the phone. That’s right. No protection plans.

3. The battery is built-in, so you’ll need to actually go to an Apple store to have it replaced or ship it back to Apple. As long as the battery is not your average cell phone battery, this shouldn’t be a problem… but the chances of that happening are, well, let’s just say there’s a better chance of President Bush walking into my apartment, naked.

2. The screen is made of glass. Yes, real, breakable glass. Look back up at number 4 and you’ll probably bash your head against the keyboard 45 million times.

and the number 1 reason not to rush out and buy the iPhone is…

1. There’s probably a more productive way to spend your money — i.e., hookers.

So til next time, keep doing whatever it is that you’re doing.

Yeah, apparently the Gods love naked Nepalese women!

Kathmandu: Dozens of Nepali women stripped naked and ploughed their fields in west Nepal, hoping to appease the gods and get some much needed rain, a newspaper report said on Sunday.

About 50 women in two villages in Kapilvastu district, 190 km (120 miles) west of Kathmandu, resorted to the desperate move at night on Friday as days of prayers and Hindu ceremonies failed to bring rains for the parched paddy crop, it said.

“This is our last weapon, we used it, and there was light rainfall,” Nepali daily Rajdhani quoted one of the women as saying. [source]

Minus the hot coals and naked guys in a towel. Well, I suppose I could just wear a towel… that may annoy the other occupants though.

Well, gotta go sweat to the oldies!
(That means do something whilst I wait for my laundry to finish, then wait around til I go to the Stone Cellar tonight.)

Pot holes suck. Fill them all now.

I apparently hit one. Not sure when, but probably in the past week. Today I was a gas station in Pikesville and some lady ran up to the car to tell me my right rear tire was flat. It was really flat. There’s no apparent gash in it, so it can probably be sealed. I hope so. But yeah, I have my donut on now. Fuckin’ donuts.

I also feel like shit. Have some sort of chest cold. Is it going around? Just took some NyQuil, the nighttime, sniffling, sneezing, coughing, aching, stuffy head, fever, how the fuck did I wake up on the kitchen floor medicine.

Going to sleep. And read my last post, my best friend is an escort, get her while her prices are cheap, ’cause she’s so good, they’re going nowhere but up. The best thing though, you all have to pay to see her naked. I don’t. Bwhahahaha. I talk to her while she’s taking a shower all the time. ^_^

So I went to the movies with Jenna last night. We saw Cinderella Man, which was actually pretty great, after which we picked up Lily and the three of us went to Liz’s… And that’s where the night really started.

We all were just talking first, but then they all [editor's note: I did not buy any alcolhol] decided to go get some alcohol, leaving me alone in the apartment with a sleeping grandmother in the other room. A senile grandmother. Fun. But luckily, nothing happened. I shaked my fist at thee. They get back with the booze after about 20 minutes, and we watched some family guy, then played an innocent little drinking game.
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