The cashier at CVS rang up my purchase, and before she gave me my change, she texted someone on her cell phone. Her drawer was open; I was waiting, and she was texting.
That evening, I caught a documentary on the National Geographic Channel about the Dinka:
"The Dinka are a group of tribes of south Sudan, inhabiting the swamplands of the Bahr el Ghazal region." I don't know where that is either, but it doesn't sound like Key West. "They are mainly agro-pastoral people, relying on cattle herding at riverside camps in the dry season and growing millet in fixed settlements during the rainy season. They number around 4.5 million people, constituting about 12% of the population of the entire country, and constitute the largest ethnic tribe in South Sudan."
The Dinka love their cows. When a man wants to marry a woman, he has to impress the family of the woman, in order for them to "give her to him". So he has to show up with a hundred cows and answer her family's questions first. Having many cows is a sign of wealth.
They also let the cows piss on their heads to color their hair a cool orange hue -- which now explains where the ingredients for Sun-In came from.
The Dinka do not have electricity, Diesel Jeans, iPhones, or bras (obviously). They do, however, have genocide.
My 2-year-old iPod passed away last week. The headphones mysteriously stopped working and the battery ran out. They do this on purpose, don't they?
To replace these, it would cost half of what it would be for a brand new iPod -- with more gigs and video. So I had to buy a new one. I mean, how can I possibly do cardio without one? The iPhone comes out later this week. And in a few months, it will be updated to something even better. I will always be a version behind. I will always be the boy with the Muppet Movie lunchbox in a cafeteria full of boys with Transformers lunchboxes.
With the exception of advances in medical sciences and the invention of a pocket gay -- which turns into a full-size man when taken out, to be used only for masturabatory purposes or massages -- what else do we really need?
I'd like a transformer bf instead. I could ride inside him to go to work and ride inside him to, hmmm, have hot monkey sex.
I was using my 20 year-old Texas Insturments solar-powered calculator for homework this evening. Although they were purchased hundreds of bucks back in tha day, most calculators still work. It made me wonder why iPods and Dell PCs can't last as long. Disposable tech sucks. I think they can make reliable, long-lasting tech, but they don't.
I gave up on home video game systems at the N64 (which I still have) because they never made new cartridges beyond 2 years or so, and I can't afford a new system every year. But now I enjoy used $2 N64 cartridges purchased at electronics stores. When I had a ColecoVision, they made cartridges for that system maybe 5 years after the system was launched. That time period has shrunk over the years with most gadgets and their accessories. Tha Man makes more money.
I'm waiting for a mobile phone that can be programmed to open the gates. Oh, and the self-cleaning fleshlight.
I've got my orinal Nano still, and hoping it lasts for awhile yet. But when I do replace it, I want the red (ONE). Cuz I care. and I love the color red. I cant justify getting the iPhone, because I wouldnt carry it at the gym and I really dont need access to the 'net that often. I sit at a friggin desk all day as it is. Non-connectivity can be a good thing. Ask Jimbone.
Watch Cities of the Underworld on the History Channel and see the woofish Eric Geller get dirt. He is hot and has that great biker/redneck/daddy mustache. Its gotta be better than seeing cows piss on some African chick's head.
They make phones with cameras in them now?
...be different...
God,I now sooo miss my Muppet Movie lunch box.