I got dropped off at the house today by a friend. There on the front porch was a box.

Now, I need to pause for a moment here. I was painting with the music up very loud three days ago, and barely managed to hear the knocking on the door. Luckily I heard it just as the delivery guy was walking away with my printer. So he took the note off the door and I was able to sign for it. The 99$ printer.

My Powerbook G4 was sitting on the front porch. In downriver Detroit. No signature required.

Now, given that I have it in my possession now and didn’t have to wait another second, I’m not exactly complaining. But somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m wondering the exact logic of the situation.

Not much though.

It’s sooooo sexy.

Anyways… I’m going to go play now.