Mandy was sooooooo right!

Some time ago she told me Pandora.com was the best web site ever. At the time I quickly considered it, decided with a name like that it was probably just another of the porn sites she frequents and didn't pursue it.

I recently purchased an new HP computer (really - who else would I buy one from?) and it came with Pandora links pre-loaded. Turns out we own the site. Now don't get me wrong - this doesn't mean it isn't porn. EDS does all those spectra vision "movies who's titles won't show up on your hotel bill" so anything is possible.

But - I was intrigued and so I checked it out. I must admit that I now spend more time connected to Pandora than any other web site. So much so that it isn't even a contest.

24 Years Later I Carried My Boxes Out

I went into work today and packed up my desk after "going to work" at the same company for 24 years. The company I worked for, EDS, is gone now. We've been gobbled up in the corporate feeding frenzy by a bigger, stronger HP.

Don't get me wrong, I'm one of the lucky ones. I'm not looking for another job - I've just been told I need to work at home rather than take up expensive floor space in the office. So many others are out there looking for work, wondering how they will feed their families. As I packed my boxes I realized I need to pray for them (after I get done supporting the folks using their middle finger to bless the multitudes) - but that isn't what this post is about.

So I'm packing my boxes and I come across this thing hanging on the wall. I know it's been over a decade, probably closer to 15 years since it first went up on my wall at work. It is virtually worthless. It is immeasurably precious. It came from my little daughter and I realize it is part of my collection of experiences. Part of my life purpose. Part of my very reason for existing.

I filled three boxes with the items I've collected over the years but this virtually worthless item went in my pocket, too important to risk in the void we call "stuff in a box".

This is what life is all about

Given that Mandy is the only one who reads my blog (I have one and only one follower) I though I would use this "surprise ending" approach to maximize the storys value. If has plenty of value to me.

She Said I Don't Write

The truth is that she is mostly right. The problem is that I want her to be wrong.

A day or two ago my little daughter told me I don't write. You have to know that I consider my self to be a pretty good writer but Mandy's argument that my blog doesn't have any updates is hard to argue with. My last post was in December (half a year ago).

I'm making a new-years resolution that I'll write more (and for what it's worth - I think new years resolutions are stupid so I might as well make it now).