Today I am wanting to immigrate. Immigrate to anywhere. Hopefully anywhere short on religious zealots of any ilk. Anywhere that has a functional government. Anywhere where the dysfunctional government does not buy $16 muffins with my tax money. Now, I like muffins. But no muffin is worth $16.
But, alas, I am too old and/or too poor to immigrate to New Zealand. Canada and Australia are questionable. It has to be somewhere that will take Mr C. And it has to be somewhere he would be willing to go. NZ would be his first choice. Followed by Vancouver/Victoria Canada.
Tomorrow is my day off from “work”. I was thinking about upgrading to OS/X Lion. But, I decided that what I have works great. And, I have snail internet. So, I’ll operate in “Don’t Fix What Ain’t Broke” mode.
The muffin breakfast at $16 is high. Still like the $500 dollar hammer it concerns me less then the Pharaohs deciding disaster relief is only available for Americans if they chop something off the government. Like gas efficiency research. Big surprise there.
I will say one thing – back in the day we delivered pretty fine computing at KMart prices. I miss your pronouncement one day when we were all looking at some new tech. “Don’t worry, you’ll have the manuals two weeks before you are expected to be the experts.” Grin. Now I can’t find my pencil because I’m holding it in my hand….
Nice sailing card – what an amazing people the Polynesians are. It takes guts to challenge the sea in one of those sailboats.