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Cheetos And Champagne

    Hey, everyone. I saw a really cute video on the web the other day. You have probably seen it. A mom is blowing her nose and it scares her baby, then he starts laughing. It's really precious.
     I read a nice article about Apple the other day. It was by Arnold Kim on Mac Rumors.com. It was titled, Wife Says No, Apple Says Yes. It seems that Apple is watching returns of the I-Pad 2 very closely, in order to get a jump on any potential problems. One of the returns was kicked upstairs out of amusement. The returned I-Pad 2 had a yellow sticky note on it that stated, "Wife says no". Two VP's heard about it and sent the guy a free I-Pad with a note. The note said, "Apple says yes".
     Sounds like a million bucks worth of free advertising and good will. Well done, Apple.
    PC World is reporting that an I-Pad 2 is being sold for 5 million pounds. It has a T-Rex thigh bone shaved into the frame. I guarantee this guy is a Carnivores fan! The home button for this I-Pad is a diamond. The back is 24 carat gold. There are two just alike being sold. Yes, you are correct. Neither of them is mine.
     I'm still having a great time playing Rage on the I-Pad. It is a blast. If you just buy one game this month, this is the one to get. Unless, of course, you are like my wife and prefer to play puzzle games or match-three games.
     I'm having such a good time with Rage that I'm thinking seriously about buying the hugely popular game called Dead Space. If I do so it is almost a certainty that I will lose my casual gamer status and become a dreaded hard-core gamer. This would cause some problems as my wife wouldn't stand for posters of Hentai women hanging on the walls of the study.
    I am eating Cheetos with champagne tonight, an awesome combo. They go together like peanut butter and jelly.
      This latest novel is giving me a hard time. I mentioned that it was about a guy from the 1960's, like me. (The similarities end there.) I printed out a copy of the manuscript and put it in a binder. Then I sat and read it through just as I would any novel. Tons of errors. I did the corrections and another read-through. There were a bunch more errors to correct. Then I decided to change the ending. I wrote that up and then decided to change it back.
   I hope to go to a movie this weekend but who knows? The best laid plans of mice and men often go astray. If you don't believe it, look in any mousetrap. I would like to see The Lincoln Lawyer with Matthew McConaughey. Wrong spelling? My wife would probably forgive me for many future wrongs if she got to see Matthew this weekend. I remember, once upon a time, we went to see a movie that starred Robert Redford and Brad Pitt. I was the only guy in the theater but there was a rowdy bunch of women in there. Ages 15 to 70. Hey, don't get me wrong. I like both those actors.
       Well, I've rambled enough. It's time for the weary to rest. From the author's green retreat, I'm CE Wills. 

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