Pictures by my Mom and Dad from Evie’s first birthday party.
A nite out with Bryan, Choate, and Jason
I’ll try again. After work on Friday, we headed over to the Top. They stopped serving my fave, so we just drank.
Bryan da Frota. Brazilian and CEO.
Kevin Choate. Kevin, do you have a job title? Kevin spent three months in England on company business, helping a potential client / sale thing.
Jason Grzywna. Vice President of something. Autonomous vehicles? One of the company founders. Please don’t ask him if he’d like to buy a vowel. It’s pronounced Grizz-na. Yes, I spelled it right.
Later on, Adam and Bryan’s friend Mike (I think, I’m terrible with names) showed up. They didn’t want anything to eat either. So none of us wanted food. I think the waitress (waitron?) was pissed at us. Hey, it’s not MY fault you folks quit serving the one thing on your menu that I didn’t think was pretentiously and unnecessarily “creatived”, if I may torment a word beyond belief; it’s not MY fault that it took those other people that long to get here and agree. All I came to do was eat some flippin’ chicken fingers, and you want to get mad at ME because you won’t serve them to me. What-ever. We bought apps; Bryan paid for them AND we bought drinks. I’m sure Bryan tipped you, so I’m not sure what all the hubbub is about.
I used to really like eating there.
Violet’s birthday dinner
We took Violet to Carrabba’s for dinner on her birthday.
Violet wore her pink princess dress. She loves her princess dress. She says, “I’m a princess!” You sure are, honey. You sure are.
Violet saw Daddy’s plate arrive with a big heaping pile of Fettucine Alfredo, and had to have some. She saw Daddy twirling his fork to wrap the noodles ’round, so she knew how to do it. She told me, “I need fork.” Then she told Mommy. ”Mommy, I need fork.” We both nodded at her, and she picked up the fork. She proceeded to expertly and neatly twirl some noodles on and convey them to the cavernous maw, intact. Spilled none. No drips. Very wow. Ate pretty much her entire plateful without disaster. Asked to go to and went to the potty, too. What a good girl.
Apparently, Fett. Alf. is some good stuffs. My girl is a ham. She is! My girl is a ham! How did this happen?
My pervasive computing rant
I believe that the promises SF has been making for so many years are finally coming true. The era of the pocket computer, the memocomp, the PDA, the pocket terminal, whatever the various authors have called it - it’s here and it’s in my hands right now. It’s my iPhone.
From the device in my pocket, I can really access the aggregated wisdom of the Internet, get a light when I need it, calculate a tip, find the nearest pizza joint, and I can update my blog.
It’s a revolution right under our noses. It’s not the ability to access the ‘net that’s so miraculous, though - it’s the ability to USE the thing. Apple have changed how we’re going to use phones and computers for the next 20 years or more - again.
This post was composed and captured entirely within my iPhone.
… and here it is.
I’ve now done it. I totally trashed the previous version of this site - keeping the content, just in case - and have now upgraded to a shiny, new WordPress Blog!
Joy, roiling and bubbling. Try to contain yerselfs.
Hello one and all
Welcome to the new incarnation of 2005dauphin.org - The Window To Rob’s Soul.
Won’t you join us in celebration? Bins to the left and right for clothes, bar just past, buffet further on, pillows and satin cushions to the rear.
