Taste the Soup...

My current technological situation reminds me of that old joke in which a waiter serves soup to a man in his restaraunt. The man asks the waiter repeatedly to taste the soup while the waiter refuses, thinking the man is out of his mind. After a few minutes of being badgered to taste the soup, the waiter finally gives in. And as he is about to try the soup, he asks his customer: "where's the spoon?" "A HA!" returns the customer.

Nowadays, I hear voices in my head telling me to write a post on my blog. I refusefor a few minutes out of general laziness but after the voices in my head have badgered me enough, I go to my desk, ready myself for some writing and then wonder where my computer is.

"A HA!" the voices say.

I don't have one. I ordered a new deathbook, er, macbook last month and it's already kicked the bucket. I'm the kiss of death for computers. I bet you the macbooks in the factory draw straws to see who gets stuck in the package ticketed for my address.

They're sending me a new one, though, because apparently this one wasn't my fault - first time for everything. It should be here by the middle of next week at which point you can expect my MLS playoff predictions - who are the sleepers, who is the favorite and who is going to crash and (Dallas) burn. Plus, I will predict each series once we know who is playing who and I invite all of you to join me with your predictions. We'll see whose cusine shall reign supreme (Iron Chef reference, you'd be watching it a lot too if you didn't have a computer).