You know how we’ve shared all these experiences at coffee shops together, but it feels like we’re in a long distance relationship because all you get to do is read? I mean, we aren’t even in the same room. We should get together and do this face to face. How about February 20 at Ignite Denver 16?
This time, I’ma gonna talk
In my world, when people listen to music in public they use headphones so no one else has to hear whatever it is that helps them get their groove on. My world is clearly a fantasy place where I don’t have to hear what sounds like country disco, and I won’t get in trouble for not wearing pants.
Step 1: Don’t plug in headphones. Step 2: Play music.
Living by the Prime Directive means I can’t interfere with the indigenous life forms in their native habitat. That also means I sometimes have to quietly chase the natives to catalog their activities, or to get a pic of the giant-ass smartphone they’re wearing on their wrist… on purpose.
‘scuze me while I whip this out
I’ll set the stage for you: SUV Woman needs her coffee. Bad. Like, really bad. SUV Woman parks in the business loading zone in front of the coffee shop and throws her car door open. Passing car hits her door, slamming it against the front fender, and keeps driving. As one does.
I’ll just park right… ffffuuuuuu…
It’s a fairly common scene: You take your laptop to the coffee shop to get out of the office and work, you start downloading your email and open a couple Web pages, and suddenly the Internet slows to a crawl. Like glacial molasses passing legislation slow. And then you notice the two guys with their backs to the wall staring intently at their laptop screens. You know where this is going.
Digital girlz is teh pretty