Are You Notaninja?

I finally did it. I placed my order for a PowerBook today. I’ve been looking to get a new Mac for a few years now, a laptop for at least two years, and a PowerBook specifically for at least a year. And I finally did it.

And boy is this thing sweet looking. I bought the brand new 12″ 1.5 Ghz G4 model that was just announced today. A relatively minor speed bump over the old model, but a 1.5 is nothing to sneeze at. Ultracompact at a mere 4.6 lbs this baby can go anywhere. Especially with the new Apple Sudden Motion Sensor to protect the hard drive in case of sudden acceleration, such as dropping it. Built-in 802.11g wireless networking, Bluetooth 2.0, and the also new scrolling trackpad. All for $100 less than the previous model. Oh yeah, that’s the way I like it.

I can’t wait to get this baby and take her for a spin!

Why do women wear pink, especially Barbie pink? Especially big women. It just looks ridiculous. The only women that might look good in Barbie pink are those built like Barbie and if they look like that there are other… *ahem*… distractions that I don’t care what they are wearing.

Little girls can wear pink all they want. Again, who cares what they are wearing, although for the exact opposite reason as before.

Yes, I can admit it.

What put me over the edge on this one was when the carton of orange juice outsmarted me. Well, outsmarted might be a bit much, but then again….

A little background may be in order. I like to have a breakfasty type snack about mid morning, usually around 9:30 or 10 unless I skip breakfast. While at the grocery store this weekend I decided to pick up some of my favorite breakfasty snacks and some small cartons of orange juice to bring to work instead of purchasing them from the cafeteria. I save money and I know that my preferred snack will be available.

So I bring them to work yesterday, and I’m opening the small carton of orange juice. I shake well for best taste as it says, and even open from other side as it suggests. Except that side won’t open very easily either. Well, I figure this is why they have the short, pointy straw. It’s obviously meant to be jabbed through the reluctant carton. I proceed to jab and it goes in easily enough. This is where the trouble begins.

It would seem that I am holding the carton a bit too firmly. And since the carton is still sealed the pressure forces the orange juice up and out of the straw and then proceeds to dribble on to my lap. Fortunately it wasn’t a large amount, just enough to feel like a klutz. Fortunately the dress code is pretty casual and I had decided to wear jeans. I can only imagine what it would have looked like on a pair of lighter colored pants.

If only I had noticed the words ‘Straw Hole’ printed in red on one side, along with the perforated slot for the straw to enter.